A couple of weeks have passed since my crazy night of nude dares, and it's been disappointing that Dave and I haven't done anything new since then. I've really been looking forward to testing my boundaries even further than the gas station dare, but he hasn't even mentioned anything that happened that night. I had no idea my unexpected exhibitionism was going to be such a turn on for me and I thought it was for him too, but maybe he's afraid to bring it up again for some reason? I masturbated in his freaking car, you'd think he'd know that I'm into it!
Truth be told, once he didn't say anything after the first week I started taking matters into my own hands which is why I'm more anxious than usual for the work day to end. I haven't done anything as crazy as the night of dares at his place, but since I usually have my apartment to myself for a few hours each night I like to take that opportunity to push the envelope a little. Thankfully I've got only a few more minutes to go.
I kept my eyes glued to the little clock in the lower right corner of my computer and as soon as it hit 5:00 I started shutting down. I grabbed my purse, fished out my sunglasses, and quickly headed for the exit. I couldn't wait to get out of the stuffy office and as soon as i went through the door I was greeted by the hot summer air and abundant sunshine. It felt so good! I inhaled and exhaled deeply as I took it all in for a moment and then I made my way to my car.
The inside of the car was stiflingly hot and I thought about turning on the AC, but I really needed some fresh air right now so instead I put down the windows and then traded in my high heels for the flip flops I keep under the passenger seat. The car began to air out a little on my commute home and I made it back to my apartment in the usual amount of time.
"Hi, Jerry," I called out to the man stationed at the reception desk that I passed on my way to the elevators.
"Good evening, Jen," I heard him reply as I pushed the button.
While I waited a few other residents got home from their jobs and when the elevator arrived we all piled in together. Luckily none of them were getting off before the 5th floor so I was the first stop. Once it stopped I hurried my way out and down the hallway then unlocked my door.
"Hello?" I called out to see if my roommate Rachel was home.
"Yessss!" I said aloud as I shut the door behind me and then pumped my fist.
I don't want to make it sound like I hate Rachel or even that we don't get along or anything like that, but it's nice to have the place to myself when I can. Her hours are kind of all over the place because she works retail and is also a bartender a few nights a week as well so I never really know if she'll be home or not. Her hours skew more towards the evening and night though so when I get home I usually have the place to myself for at least a few hours, but I always like to check before assuming anything.
"Working late tonight?" I texted her as I walked into my room and kicked off my heels.
The wood floor felt nice and cool underneath my bare feet. I put my phone down on my dresser and then began to unbutton my blouse as I pulled it out of the waistband of my skirt. After getting it unbuttoned I slid it off my shoulders then grabbed a hanger from my closet. Next, I reached behind my back and unhooked by bra.
"Ahhhhh," I sighed as I felt the tension release.
I slipped it off my shoulders and threw it on the bed. It felt so good to have my breasts free and out in the open. I unfastened the clasp on my skirt next and in one motion pushed it and my panties off my hips and let them fall to the floor. I loved being naked now!
Recently I've been taking advantage of the few hours that I get to myself most nights by getting naked in the apartment as soon as I get home. I didn't start doing this immediately after that night at Dave's but after a week or two I needed to satisfy my newfound exhibitionist desires somehow. It's been good because it helps me fulfill those desires with virtually no risk. Our apartment is up on the 5th floor and faces the parking lot so I don't have to worry about any traffic or neighbors. It's impossible for anyone to see in even after I open up the blinds. The only way someone would be able to see me is if I stepped out onto our small balcony or got really close to the sliding glass door.
I think the only reason this really gives me much of a thrill at all is because of Rachel. Since she's my roommate I'm not really supposed to be walking around naked even though I live here. If I had this place by myself or I was over at Dave's I don't think I'd find it nearly as exciting. Knowing that I shouldn't be doing this gives me a little bit of that feeling that I felt the night at Dave's. The stakes aren't nearly as high but that's okay. So far she's only caught me once and I was able to easily explain it away by saying I realized I forgot my towel before getting in the shower. Thankfully she bought that because while being seen is also part of the thrill I don't know how she'd handle it.
Now that I had undressed it was time to go about my usual routine. I grabbed my phone then went into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat and the blast of cool air hit my body as soon as I opened up the fridge door. Goosebumps broke out over my skin and my nipples reflexively stiffened. I could feel the cooler air wash over me, especially my most intimate areas, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't take an extra few moments to take it all in. After a little while it started to get a little too cold though so I grabbed the salad bowl, a bottle of dressing, and a can of diet coke.
I made myself a plate of salad and brought everything over to our small dining room set to eat. I also grabbed a dish towel out of a drawer to sit on because even though I loved being naked in the apartment I always felt self conscious sitting on our stuff naked. I didn't care about my bed but stuff that we shared like the chairs, couch, etc I always made sure to get something to sit on. So I set the dish towel on the chair and ate my salad while catching up on social media naked. Very exciting, I know, but there is always a lot to catch up on between Facebook, Twitter, Reddit, and also a few other sites that I frequent. It always surprises me how fast time can go by doing stuff like that. I finished my salad and before I knew it I realized the sun was setting. I cleaned up after myself and made my way over to the couch. I stretched out on the couch and set the dish towel down and laid down facing the sliding glass doors so that I could see the sky while I continued my web browsing.
After realizing that exhibitionism turned me on I sought out more about it online. I found all sorts of great sites devoted to it. After catching up on social media the rest of my time online was consumed by all these other sites. I loved looking at pics, watching videos, and even reading stories even if most of them were fictional. The stories had actually become my favorite because it was so easy to get lost in them and imagine myself in the situation of these various girls. It also gave me a lot of ideas for stuff I'd like to try in the future.
I began reading a story by an author whose works are well-rated and it didn't take long for me to start getting turned on. I loved the way the author described the girl's humiliation and embarrassment. I found it to be such a turn on. It was so easy for me to imagine myself in her figurative shoes.
As I read this new story it didn't take long for me to begin touching myself with my free hand. In it the main character, Carrie, gets in trouble shooting pool with three other girls. She soon finds herself playing for stakes that she can't afford and has to sell her clothes to the girls to pay off her debt. As I read along I felt her vulnerability and shame. I teased myself by playing with my breasts as her ordeal unfolded. The idea of being forced to strip in front of essentially three strangers in a pool hall bathroom got me feeling so hot. As I continued reading I dragged my fingers down my tummy to my bare mound. The heat coming from between my legs was unreal.
I started rubbing my lips gently as I continued reading. The other three girls took Carrie's clothes with them and told her she would have to meet them out back or they were leaving her there naked. With no other choice she's forced to leave the bathroom and sneak out the nearby back exit. My fingers moved from my lips to my slit and I wasn't surprised to find myself very wet.
"Mmmmm," I moaned out as I continued reading and rubbing my pussy.
My breathing became heavy as I continued playing with myself and I could feel an orgasm building as I read along. The fear and embarrassment of Carrie was palpable. Now outside, she manages to keep herself hidden until after a little bit of time passes for her and she finally sees a pair of headlights approaching. She quickly leaves her hiding place desperate to get her clothes back only to find out that the driver is just some random guy.
At that point I couldn't take it any longer so I put my phone down. The idea of poor Carrie hiding only to expose herself willingly to some stranger was too much for me. I closed my eyes and began to rub my pussy faster and more intensely. I bucked my hips as I felt the orgasm build up and moaned what I'm sure was a little too loudly when I couldn't contain it any longer. My hips and ass were up in the air as I came and waves of pleasure washed over my entire body. I hadn't had an orgasm this good since I masturbated in Dave's car on the way back from the gas station. As it subsided I lowered myself back down onto the dish towel and exhaled deeply. That felt SO good!
"Holy shit," I said aloud while slightly out of breath.
As I laid on the couch coming down from the orgasmic high I closed my eyes and thought about Carrie. A part of me wanted to find myself in a situation like hers even though it would be totally unreasonable. The idea of being naked in a public place and at the mercy of a stranger added so much vulnerability. I'm sure I'd be turned on but I also think I'd be scared to death.
In what only seemed like a few minutes I woke up thanks to the sound of the door opening and realized that I must have dozed off. I yawned and stretched and a rush of adrenaline went through my entire body as I realized the situation that I was in. I was totally naked on the couch and there was absolutely nowhere for me to go or no reasonable way to explain this.
"Hey, Jen," Rachel said as I could hear her locking the door behind her.
She hadn't noticed that I was naked, at least not yet, and with her back turned I quickly grabbed one of the throw pillows and placed it over my crotch. The pointlessness of it immediately hit me since I was still obviously naked but I guess the instinct to preserve my modesty took over.
"Um...hey, Rach," I replied awkwardly.
I didn't get a reply and as I turned my head to look over the pillow behind my head I could see her staring right at me with her mouth agape. I felt so small and crossed my arms over my chest to cover my breasts.
"What the fuck are you doing naked on our couch!?!" she asked, the anger in her voice clear by her tone and how loudly she said it.
"I can...I can explain," I answered nervously as I sat up. I crossed my right leg over my left while holding onto the pillow covering my crotch to prevent it from falling off, then I grabbed the pillow that was behind my head and clutched it to my chest.
"Please do," she said as the walked towards me with her eyes locked onto my mostly exposed body.
"I...uh..." my words trailing off as my mind raced and failed to come up with a reason why I would be caught in this position.
"Are you like a closet nudist or something like that?" she asked.
I felt my cheeks burning and I couldn't even look her in the eyes as I answered. "Sort of."
She started shaking her head, "I knew that one day I caught you naked and you said you forgot your towel before taking a shower that it was bullshit. My instinct told me you were lying!"
"I'm sorry! I swear it's not that bad. I always sit on a dish towel," I explained.
"Oh, well that's good!," she exclaimed sarcastically. "Have you always been doing this?"
"No, it just started a few weeks ago. Dave and I were playing strip poker and I realized that I like being naked. I know that sounds crazy, but I don't know, I get a rush out of doing it," I answered.
