\n\t\t\t\t\tAnifansyPerci is no stranger to losing her clothing, but what'll happen when she has to deal with a full-on wardrobe malfunction in the middle of a crowded water park? Continue reading to find out.
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The most important thing about being an exhibitionist is knowing when it’s cool to do it. Either everybody wants to see you naked, or there’s nobody around to complain about it. Those are the only two circumstances, and anything outside of that could lead to harassment from strangers, or worse, a run-in with the authorities. That’s when the thrill of almost getting caught stops being… well, thrilling. So you could imagine my horror when I lost my bikini in a water park filled with hundreds of people.
I couldn't even tell you how it happened either. I was just sliding down in my inner tube when all of sudden…
**SNAP**
I looked down and my pussy was out. Not only that, but my tube was making a beeline straight for the end pool…
Is that what they call it? An end pool?
Whatever. The point is that I was only two seconds away from my nude ass getting exposed, kicked out, and possibly arrested. I Could see my boyfriend waiting for me, as well as a dozen or so park goers strolling about, sure to notice. I thought I was dead for sure. Fortunately, my inner tube flipped over and I landed in the end pool. Once I resurfaced, nobody was staring or shouting about some crazy, naked woman in the park. Thank goodness.
Still, I had to get out and find my swimsuit. So I grabbed my donut and fit it around my waist. Y'know, to cover my bottomnessless… bottomnessless? Bleh, bottom-less-ness. Sorry.
Anyway, I step out of the pool holding my donut like a bankruptcy barrel. My boyfriend's there waiting for me and asks me why I'm not holding it like a normal person. So I told him what happened.
"Wait, so that was… seriously!? Ugh, I knew I saw you throw something out of the pipe."
"I didn't throw anything!" I retorted. "It just flew off. One moment it was on my body, then it wasn't."
"Ugh," he sighed. "Well, I think I saw where it landed. I'll go get it."
I should mention that there were these bushes behind the pool, where the supports for the slide are. He hopped over them to look for my bikini, and not even three seconds later, a megaphone screeched out.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to get out from behind the bushes. Only authorized personnel are allowed in that area."
Turns out, there was a lifeguard watching over the pool. Not wanting to cause a scene, I headed over his direction to explain my whole predicament.
"Oh… well, if that's the case," he responded, tapping a finger on his radio. "I can call somebody to help look for it, but I'm still going to need him to leave the bushes."
"No need," a familiar voice joined our convo.
Andrew returned from his search with a torn piece of purple cloth hanging from his hand. Both sides of the waistband were completely severed. It didn't even look like a bikini anymore.
"Fffffffffffffffuck," I couldn't help but mutter under my breath.
"Don't worry, this happens more often than you'd think," the lifeguard assured. "We have spare suits in the staff room in case this ever happens."
You'd think that'd be the end of it, right?
"Perfect! Lead the way!" I said.
But he just stood there with this ugly grimace on his face.
I asked, "What's the problem? Let's go."
"Here the thing," he started. "Park policy dictates that all patrons must leave their inner tubes in the ride's designated inner tube area so that other patrons can use them."
So I'm like, "Okay, you got a towel or something I can use instead?"
He didn't. Deadass.
"Hold up," Andrew objected. "You're telling us she has to walk around with nothing to cover up with? What kind of circus are you running here!?"
"I'm sorry, but that's our policy."
"Forget policy! She's gonna get kicked out for indecency!"
"Actually, in cases like these, I would radio security to let them know what happened so they won't bother you."
"So you guys just expect your customers to just walk around naked?"
"Look, sir, I don't make the rules, I just enforce them."
Now this back and forth went on for a bit longer, but while it's all happening, I'm standing there thinking, Wait a minute. I can walk around with my pussy out and they'll let me off the hook? Honestly, I’m struggling to see the downside.
I mean, don't get me wrong. Andrew has a point. Most customers probably aren't comfortable with streaking around the park. But you know me, I'm not like most customers.
So I broke up their little squabble. Had to shout Andrew's name like a banshee to finally get the two's attention.
Just to be sure, I double-checked with the lifeguard, "So let me get this straight. I won't get in trouble for indecent exposure?"
And like he said before: "As long as I call security and let them know, yeah."
Letting out the fakest sigh I could muster, "Well if I absolutely have to."
And just like that, I let go of the inner tube and it fell to my feet, bouncing on the floor.
I told him, "Go ahead, call security."
Except he didn't. He was too busy looking at my pussy and turning red as a tomato.
So I called him out, "Sir? Security?"
"Huh? Oh, right," he fumbled before taking his walkie-talkie out, "Security, be advised, we have a case of 'fragility' from the northeast section." I guess that's their code for broken swimwear."Description is as follows: female, about five foot zero, early-to-mid 20's, poodle, black coat, violet hair, pierced ears. Do you copy?"
"That's a 10-4."
So with that settled, I just stepped out my tube and put it with all the others by the tube area. I decided to take my time with the deed, slowly bending over as I put it with the others. I may have also lifted my tail to show off just what my bikini was hiding. I swear, I heard a "Woah!" from behind me.
I turned back and immediately spotted a half-dozen or so people looking in my direction. Most of them turned away and pretended they weren't peeping, but a couple of them couldn't help but stare. I mean, I can't really blame them though. It's not everyday you see an ass like mine on display at your local water park. Heck, I even walked back with a bit more strut in my step, knowing damn well it was accentuating my naked hips. I knew at that point I was going to be masturbating to the thought of this for weeks.
"So then gentleman," I said in a mock-posh accent, "shall we away?"
Both of them just stared at me dumbstruck until Andrew ultimately broke the silence with a sigh.
"If it were done when 'tis done then 'twere well it were done quickly." He quoted in a similar fashion, before shaking his head. " Let’s go. Seriously, how the hell are we not getting in trouble for this?"
To this day, I still don't have an answer to that. But anyway, after the lifeguard was done ogling me, he led us in the direction of my new threads. Andrew was sweating a little, but hey. He's my boyfriend. It's only natural for him to worry about me when I get into stuff like this. Besides, what's honestly the worst that could happen during a five-minute walk through the water park?
To be continued...