Chapter One
I am an exhibitionist.
I like to be naked or nearly naked outside or in public places. I get scared shitless if
I think I am going to be caught, but I put myself in situations where I could be caught. I
think it is the thrill of knowing that someone could see me that makes me keep doing it.
It also sexually arouses me in a way I cannot describe. I may protest on the outside, but
it’s a cover for the desire I feel inside—a desire I am sometimes ashamed of.
It all began back in high school, my senior year. I was barely eighteen; was a snotty
little girl, always making smart-ass remarks and pissing people off.
One night my girlfriends had too much and started me on the road to where I now am.
Couldn’t let a dare go by without at least attempting to do it. I wasn’t wild or
anything, just slightly crazy, and willing to step outside the norms of society. The more
off-center and daring, the more I wanted to do the dare.
Maybe I was just bored.
At times in the past I had let my friends convince me to do things, that on reflection,
if I had thought at all, I would have never done. Once, driving down the highway to a
concert, they convinced me to remove my clothes and flash my boobs and butt to passing
truckers. I could have just pulled up my top and tugged my jeans down to do it, but they
dared me to go naked, so I did.
I am not a beautiful woman—not a plain woman, and not like a model or actress you see on
TV. I look good enough but I wouldn’t have a millionaire stop me in the street and whisk
me off to Paris for romance and marriage. Not that I want that, unless the millionaire was
a woman.
Height: 5’7”.
Weight: varies between 120 and perhaps 130 pounds.
Hair: shoulder length blonde.
Chest: I do not have large breasts; I wear a B-cup. I have never considered plastic
surgery. My small breasts are round-shaped and fine by me. I have pink aureoles and my
nipples are large; they seem erect even when they are not and are quite prominent when
they are erect.
Body: hips are not wide; nor is my bottom large—it is shapely, perhaps because I ran
track in high school and still run regularly. My legs are muscular, especially my calves,
from running.
My pubic hair is not blonde so some might say I’m not a ‘true’ blonde.
I’m not a beauty, but I have taken care of myself and probably look good naked. I am
like most women, though, gay or not—no matter what, there is always something wrong with
our bodies. I find fat on me where there probably really isn’t. Or maybe there is. The
reality is this:
I am not perfect.
But who is?
Just keep in mind, for most of the story I’m about to tell, I am naked, always naked, so
the body I just described is always in the frame of things.
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My friends were pretty bad to me.
They called me ‘slut’ whenever we were together.
Take, for instance, that time I flashed the truckers on the road. There were four of us
in a car and I was in back. When I removed something, like panties or bra, they made sure
it got handed to one of the girls in the front seat. Since I was in the back, I ended up
without my clothes until they were ready to return them. I really didn’t think about it, I
got dared and just did it. I didn’t realize how much of me would show when I backed my ass
up to the car window. After they had watched me do this several times, one of my friends
had me get on my hands and knees and used a cosmetic mirror to show me what the truckers
could see. I turned bright red when I saw that not only did my ass show, but my pussy lips
too.
After I got over my embarrassment, I realized that I was somewhat excited about it all,
showing my ass and pussy out the window, having complete strangers view my intimate parts.
I was the only one who did this. Because of that, I was the one who received the dares
in the future. The feeling of being naked in that car and letting strangers see my body
was arousing and embarrassing at the same time.
The feeling of being naked and my friends having all my clothes was exhilarating and
hot.
Knowing that I wasn’t going to be able to dress until they let me was scary and sexy.
And—it wasn’t bad in my mind because no one who saw me knew who I was.
I was simply an anonymous pair of tits, pubic hair, and an ass.
Was excited enough that when they dared me to continue, I did; must have done it five
more times before I begged them to give me back my clothes. They teased me until I almost
started to think they weren’t going to let me get dressed and I almost started to cry.
Finally they gave them back to me, one piece at a time, my shoes and socks first.
Another time, while we were all in swimming class in the evening, they dared me to
remove my swimsuit and stay in the pool until everyone had left. Then I was to get out of
the pool, make my way to the locker room, dress and leave. This time they pulled a rather
bad joke on me.
I was in the pool, excited and scared. One of my friends stayed with me until everyone
had left. Then I struggled out of my suit, handed it to her and watched her slip out of
the pool and into the locker room.
Was buck naked and all alone.
Was very nervous even though I was excited, and horny.
Watched her leave with my suit, thinking that I would be able to get a towel to cover up
when I got out. I had forgotten about the janitors.
Was about to get out of the pool and the two janitors came in. I slipped back down,
hiding by the edge of the pool. They turned the lights off over the pool, plunging at
least that part of the cavernous room into darkness, but left the other lights on as they
went about their duties.
Found out later that their duties were mostly to pick up towels and any other mess. I
was shaking in the water, no way to cover myself as I listened to them clump around and
talking.
I was scared to death about being found; was in the deep end of the pool, hanging onto
the gutter lip, shaking. Every sound those two janitors made almost caused me to jump or
splash.
Was so afraid that I was going to make a noise that they would investigate and find me.
There was two times that I had to go under water when they came to the shallow end of
the pool to pick up towels. The worst part of the entire time was that the pool had lights
shining up from the bottom that didn’t turn off when the lights over the pool did. I could
look down and easily see that I was naked. The first time one of the janitors went to the
shallow end I almost peed; I was so scared he would see me.
Finally they left. Hung at the side of the pool for a while, waiting to make sure they
weren’t coming back. Got my nerve up and pulled myself up and out of the pool. Stood,
naked, for a few moments, listening and looking about until I felt sure I was alone.
Even in a dark, silent room, you can hear and see things that aren’t there. My heart was
beating so fast it was unbelievable. I was starting to get cold before I could make myself
move towards the door to the locker rooms.
Cautiously, I opened the door a crack, making sure it was still dark and quiet. Stood
there for what seemed an eternity, listening, then slowly crept into the locker room and
hunted until I found a towel that I could dry myself with.
Went to my locker and found the joke my friends had played on me. My clothes were gone!
The little shits had taken all my clothes with them, including my shoes.
Went back and found the towels and wrapped one around myself, after I had gotten over
the shock. It wasn’t a very big towel, none of them were. Now I had to get out of the
building with nothing to wear but that towel and hope that they were waiting for me with
my clothes.
Opened the exit door and peeked out. No one was about and as fast as I could I headed to
the outside door. I opened it quietly and slipped out, closing it as quietly as I could.
Darted through the puddle of light that was at the entrance.
Reached the shadows and crouched down and looked and sure enough, they were waiting for
me in the parking lot.
Hurried over to the car and tried to open the door, but they had locked it.
Cursed them as I watched them laughing at me.
I had to look a sight, wet hair, wearing a tiny towel. They let me stand outside the car
for a while. Then one opened a window.
“Drop the towel and we’ll let you in, Jolene.”
What the hell. Let the towel fall to the ground and stood naked.
Stood like that for a few seconds and then the car door opened and I jumped in like a
paratrooper into the abyss of night.
I said, “Give me my clothes.”
One replied, “In a few minutes.”
“Give me my clothes now!”
Another sad, “Can’t, they’re in the trunk.”
Started to cry and they laughed at me as they drove me through town, naked in the back
seat. When they got close to my parent’s house, they parked in a dark spot.
One got out and unlocked the trunk.
They made me get out and retrieve my clothes.
As I was starting to go back to the car to get dressed, the girl who had opened the
trunk for me, dashed back, got in the car and they drove off, leaving me holding my
clothes in my arms, buck naked, on the street.
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