Exposed By The Wind

[[Stories in the [Bad Luck] series are standalone and unconnected except by theme. They can be read in any order]]

It was stupid and cliche of me. I got the notification that my package had arrived just after I stepped out of the shower. I'd ordered some new toys and was excited to try them out. Wrapping myself in a towel, I scampered over to the front door and slipped out to grab it. I hadn't realized how windy it was and the minute I reached down to get my package the gusts claimed victory over the hasty knot I'd tied in my only covering, yanking it off me and flying away.

I was stunned. It was a bright afternoon on my charming little street and both my hands held the box I'd set out to retrieve, leaving my body bare and uncovered to anyone that cared to look. My stupor continued for what felt like hours but was probably less than a minute before I turned to move back towards the safety of my home.

But safety was not to be found. A mournful, despondent moan escaped my lips as I tried the knob only to find it locked tight. I was locked out. Completely naked. For some who are brave or embrace their sexuality this might be a fantasy to act out. For someone as meek and modest as I, this was a nightmare to escape. And it was only going to get worse.

I hunched down near my door, trying to make myself as small as possible and cover as much of me as I could. I don't know why I didn't drop the box to free my hands, but I obviously was not thinking straight. My mind was furiously going over how I was going to save myself from this embarrassment when I was snapped out of my shock as I heard my name being called.

"Nessa, are you ok? I couldn't help but notice you seem to be in a bit of a pickle." My neighbor from across the street approached me. Unlike myself, she was properly dressed and was wearing a look of amusement with just a glint of mischief in her eye. Little did I know just how much of the latter as she was not to be my savior but my tormentor. "Where are your clothes? Why aren't you going inside?"

My lips quivered as my eyes glistened, feeling both exposed and ashamed. How could I have been so dumb to get myself into this mess? "I was excited to get my package and I'd just gotten out of the shower and my towel just blew off. Worse, somehow I locked myself out."

"Don't you have a hide a key or something?" She looked around the front yard expectantly.

"I never thought to do that. Now what am I going to do?"

She kneeled down in front of me. "Here, let me take that package so you can at least use your hands to cover up. My husband is pretty handy, I bet he could get you back inside. Why don't we go over so you're at least not flashing the whole neighborhood."

I gasped as she took the package from me suddenly, baring my breasts to her, before I quickly slapped my hands over my body in the classic caught nude pose. One hand over my chest and the other between my legs. I followed her across the street, much to the enjoyment of several other neighbors who happened to be out and inspecting the rest of my uncovered body including my pert behind, before thankfully following her inside her house. I expected her to at least give me something to cover up but instead she led me into their living room where her husband was watching the football game. Along with three of his friends. A further sign of things to come.

"Poor Nessa here locked herself out naked. I said you might be able to help her get back in. I'm just going to go put this in the kitchen for now. Y'all make her feel comfortable." With that she walked off with my package, leaving me completely bare in front of her husband and three strangers. How was I supposed to be comfortable with only my hands to cover myself and four sets of hungry eyes devouring anything I didn't?

He took his time admiring me, along with his friends. I'd always been somewhat sad about my breasts, being barely more than a handful for most men. But at least in this case, with only an arm to cover both of them, I was able to achieve some modesty. Still standing there with nothing but my hands as covering I felt a deep shame settle over me. I'd always been very shy, never wearing a revealing bikini or going without underwear like some of my friends. I was humiliated at putting myself in this predicament and being so exposed. They must think I'm some sort of exhibitionist or slut that gets off on this sort of thing. No one as prudish as me would be gallivanting around in just a tiny towel except on purpose.

He finally makes a gesture to one of the empty chairs. "I'll be glad to help. But we look forward to the game all week, so it'll have to wait until it's over. Just a couple of hours at most."

I sat in the chair and curled myself into as tight a ball as I could again, trying to use my drawn up legs as additional covering. I spent the next twenty minutes shivering in indignity, completely at the mercy of my neighbors. His friends kept sneaking peeks at me during breaks in the action. Finally his wife returned and I looked up hopefully, only to realize she wasn't bringing anything to cover myself with. Instead she had two glasses of iced tea. She sat on the arm of the chair and offered one out to me. "I figured you might be parched and I just made this, it's very tasty." She smirked, one eyebrow raised as she extended one of the glasses to me.

I could see this was a game to her. She was going to embarrass and expose me as much as she could. I had no way to stop her but there was also no way I could just do that willingly. "No I'm good, thanks."

She shrugged and placed it on the table beside us. "Maybe you'll change your mind. I opened your package for you, since you were so excited about it. I figured it might be a new outfit which is why you hadn't bothered to get dressed to go outside. I was definitely surprised by what I found. Very interesting, I understand why you were so excited." Her eyebrow raised impishly as she emphasized "excited".

Oh no. She'd found my new toys. What if she told her husband and his friends? Now they definitely wouldn't believe that this wasn't an act. Only a harlot would expose herself to the neighborhood in a rush to grab her sex toys. I blushed from head to toe. Why was she doing this to me? Couldn't she tell it was all an accident I was embarrassed about and not some sort of performance? "Uhh, no, not that interesting. You didn't have to open it for me."

"A good neighbor helps out however they can. Are you sure you're not thirsty, you look flush." That knowing smirk persisted.

I shook my head. "No, I'm fine. Um, as far as helping, do you have anything I can use to cover up? Maybe a blanket or a hoodie or something?"

She looked at me apologetically but I could see the sparkle in her eyes, hinting at mischief again. Maybe she actually believed I was trying to act out a fantasy and she was helping me. Or maybe she just enjoyed me being powerless as she took complete control over my exposure. "No, sorry. All the winter stuff is away in the garage. Plus today is laundry day so most of it is in the machines. It's fine though, we're very casual here. No one minds if you let it all hang out. Just make yourself comfortable, it's only skin nothing to be ashamed of.'"

I bit my lip. What could I do? She obviously wasn't going to help me protect my modesty. In fact she was continually pushing me to expose myself. But it's not like I could leave and stroll bare assed through the neighborhood asking for help. I just had to play along and hopefully they'd finally lose interest and actually help me out. It must be a game, she couldn't be that wicked could she?

After the third quarter she slipped back to the kitchen, seemingly to refill her drink. But I was not to be that lucky. To my complete shock she came back holding two of the toys I'd ordered, a remote control egg and a vibrating wand. The men all looked up with interest as she approached me.

"So I charged these up for you. Obviously if you were in such a hurry to get them that you went outside in nothing but a towel you had a real need to use them. Maybe that's why you're so flush. You're not overheated, you're just turned on gallivanting around in front of my man showing off like a exhibitionist and need to get off before you lose control and throw yourself at him and his friends. Is that it?" She held the two out for me with a smirk.

"No, it was an accident I swear. I would never do something like that. I respect your relationship." I hated how meek and submissive I sounded, but I really was at her mercy.

Her smirk grew. "Honey, it's fine. We're a bit kinky ourselves. We're not going to judge you and I'm sure everyone here would enjoy it. Besides, we're helping you out here, both to get back home and to act out this fantasy of yours for an audience. I mean if you're going to continue to pretend to be a prude, maybe I should just see you out and you can ask someone else to help. Only a little tease would scamper out naked to get her sex toys, pretend to lock herself out, and then not follow through with a performance."

Did she really think that? Maybe she was right and subconsciously I had wanted to put myself in this position. No, that couldn't be true. Regardless, it was obvious she was in control and I was subservient to her whims. The shame, guilt, and degradation swirled through my head. It must have broken me or sent me into subspace. That was the only explanation for what happened next.

"Here hon, let me help you out." She set the two toys down on the table and grabbed the sides of my arms, pulling me to sit upright. Then she pulled my hands away, placing them up on the back of the chair exposing my breasts to the men. Finally she grabbed my knees, pulling my legs slowly apart before lifting them up over the arms of the chair, giving them an obscene view of my pussy. My body betrayed me. My hands did nothing to stop her or cover me. My nipples were pebbled with excitement. My slit inflamed in arousal and dripping.

I couldn't meet their eyes, looking at the floor as I allowed her to use my body. The game was forgotten as the men stared at me, enthralled. She slid the egg inside me, the remote in one hand turning it to a low hum as a small gasp escaped my lips. Her other hand flicked the wand on and pressed it against my aching clit, a keening moan erupting from me unbidden. I closed my eyes and just gave in as she expertly used the toys on my overstimulated body.

Rubbing the wand in slow circles she gradually increased the intensity of the egg as my breath hitched, the intensity of my moans increasing. I whimpered, my crotch thrusting up against the wand involuntarily as my arousal finally overroad my humiliation. I gave myself into the pleasure, toes curling, my back arching, and within minutes I cried out as I came. I shivered for several moments as she continued to expertly work the toys against my most intimate places, aftershocks of bliss coursing through me before I finally collapsed back spent. She turned off both toys but left the egg inside me.

"Well boys. It appears your team lost but you all won I think." They laughed as I opened my eyes, finally checking back into the reality that I was spread eagle and covered in my own juices after having just had an orgasm in front of them all. I quickly snapped my legs together, my hands each covering one of my tits. "Hon, I think it's finally time you helped our little star back home."

"Sure, no problem. Let me grab my tools." He went to the garage then came back with a toolbox before heading across to my place. His wife guided me up off the chair, stopping only to grab my box, stuffing the wand inside, and leading me across the street to wait on my porch for him to finish. Still completely bare, hair disheveled, juices running down my thighs, obviously having just gotten myself off. I continued to look down at the ground, trying to ignore anyone walking by and taking in my plight. Fully compliant to her whims at this point.

Of course I'd forgotten about the egg, at least until my neighbor flicked the remote to turn it back on. I bit my lip and squirmed on my front porch, eyes begging for her husband to hurry up before I came again for this larger and more public audience. Luckily she was right about how handy he was, able to pop the door after only a few minutes. Not even caring anymore I dropped my arms, baring my breasts to everyone again, before grabbing the remote and box from her and dashing inside locking the door behind me including the deadbolt.

I lay back against the door, the egg still humming inside me, panting with arousal, and completely mortified as I heard them all laughing outside. I spent the next few days bundled in clothing during the day. At night though I lay naked on my bed, dancing on my toys as I fantasized about how my bad luck had exposed and humiliated me. The orgasms were so intense and satisfying I started to wonder if maybe I should perform for an audience again, maybe even needed to. Camgirls make good money. Maybe I could turn my new kink into an extra income stream. Maybe I could even find a partner that forced me to do it, making me an obedient little slut as I forfeited control of my body. Maybe I needed a dominant to fully embrace my submissiveness and sexuality.

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