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Naked, I

By: Unsung Muse



It is humid as hell. It's a close suffocating heat that saps me of the strength to walk at a normal productive pace. I am wearing a short white t-shirt style dress. It doesn't belong to me. It does not fit. 

Halfway through the slow measured shuffle to the coffee shop, a three-and-a-half block voyage I make two times each day, I am caught in a sudden torrential downpour. From searing hot sun to sheets of sideways rain, as always, it comes with little warning. This is more than common – this brief, but violent late afternoon cleansing – throughout the month of June, here in South Miami. I know better than to wear white. 

Soaked through as I round the corner of Tenth and West, the thin knit fabric clings to me. I hate the way it feels against my skin. I want to tear it off. I want to rip it from my body and hurl it into the street. Though I know they can all see right through it, I am impervious to the hungry sting of strange eyes penetrating the sopping garment. I am only grateful none can see my steady stream of tears through the heavy rain.

You love to tell the story of the time my pinstriped wraparound dress got caught in the seatbelt in the back of the taxi and I stepped right out of it as I exited the cab. How your eyes would dance at the mental image of me standing on the busy downtown street corner in only my bra and panties and shoes, having to bend back in through the car door – thong to the world – to retrieve my waylaid dress, while the frantic cabdriver stammered his shock and innocence. 

I wish I knew how to put that light back in your eyes. 

If you could see me now, I fear you might only see the tears – veiled though they are from the eyes of others. You might also note the dress, still unreturned, and judge me for that. Still, I cling to the hope you might instead see my beauty, if not my heart. 

I wish you could see me now. 

Forgetting to cool it first with my breath, the first sip of coffee burns my tongue. The pain is not enough to take my mind off the uncomfortable clutch of the wet dress. Overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness, I close my eyes against the sting of tears and rain. I call out to you from that nameless spot inside myself – three inches above my bellybutton and three more inches in – from where, wordless, I imagine I can engage your spirit... regardless of the miles or troubles between us. 

Come help me out of this clammy ill-fitting shroud and we'll throw it into the street together. Ravish me here on the sidewalk in the rain, while the speeding cars mar it in muddy tire-tracks and shred it to useless rags.

I can feel you press my body against the front window of the coffee shop. The cold glass soothes my stinging flesh. I can smell your skin. I can taste the rain between our lips, the coffee on your tongue – hot and sweet. I feel your hands take hold of my thighs and lift me upward. 

The heavy scent of green heat swells up as the parched grasses along the curb sate their greedy thirst. Inside, cool dry customers feast their eyes on us through the rain-streaked pane – some rapt in anticipation, some frozen in disbelief – all with overpriced complicated coffees in hand. 

Your tongue plunges into my open mouth. I hear the excited squeal of wet glass as my naked ass slides tight against its wet surface, but we are both deaf to the split decision of outrage and delight from the staff and patrons inside. 

If we could hear them, we would not care. Their presence is as insignificant – their judgment, as disposable – as that discarded dress. They see only our outsides anyway – these superficial cases we carry our true and secret beauty around in. They watch us from so far below this great and private plain, our entangled forms veiled in rainwater streamers to remind them they cannot really see us at all. 

Why did we ever let them look? Why did we ever let them in?

Your shirt is open. My nipples harden against your rain-soaked chest. The heat of your body travels through me in strange shiver-like waves. I hear the soft familiar jingle of your belt buckle and my mouth fills in Pavlovian response. 

I feel us disappearing into a place I've longed to return to. Together we fade in and out of mortal view, as we call upon the rain to bathe us. Wash us. Release and restore us. Your heartbeat pounds inside my breast again, and mine in yours. Returned. Reborn. Too high for them to reach, we are untouchable. Eye-to-eye, I can see inside your soul. We exchange a silent vow to be unbreakable once more. 

Sometimes your eyes grow so dark – almost black – when we are face-to-face, as close as this. I am never certain if it happens because you cannot see at all or if it is, as I choose to believe, your soul looking back at me. 

It has been so long since I've felt you really see me.

I feel your fingers open me for your slow sweet slide up into my waiting warmth. Together we smile, feel our bodies sigh in perfect unison at the welcome familiarity. My body swallows you with the natural ease of an intake of breath. There is undeniable comfort in how we fit – a peace between our outer shells, a balm for our weary souls. 

To the naked eye, we are fucking – like animals without conscience, rutting in the street – but this cannot be a common thing. This cannot be just sex. It petrifies me with its persistent presence when so much else falls out of reach. It stuns me with its healing powers each and every time – even when one or both of us feels distant or disconnected – there are always flashes of complete and utter honesty, moments when nothing can touch us. 

Yes, to the onlooker this is just a gratuitous display. We grope with violent and reckless abandon. It looks like lust. It reads in black and white. If these earthbound perceptions could penetrate the rain, the surface, the public façade –the raw and perhaps ugly exposure – would they even know what they were seeing? 

Sweet grace and restoration, we soak each other in beyond their line of sight. 

I don't want to feel them. If I allow it, the weight of their eyes grows heavy on me. My chest tightens. I find it hard to breathe. I need to shut out the static. I need to hear you laugh.

Your fingers slide up inside me, next to your cock. They stretch me as your thumb slips across my clit. I cup your swollen rain-slick balls in my right hand and tug them upward to join in the heat between us. 

I breathe you in and out like air. You anoint yourself in me – baptize your core in my water.

Next to my shoulder, your hand slides against the window – your fingers spread and claw – smearing the glass with me. I see it. Sweet milky streams run down the pane. The heat rises. I can smell our sex. I am going to come. In perfect time, our breathing grows louder to acknowledge – slows to emphasize – the dizzy climb to our climax, while your eyes penetrate me deeper than your body ever could. 

I think I can feel you seeing me, really seeing me. 

The slick brick-red sidewalk reflects the shape of us back up at me. It is a shape I know. My heart filters out the strange silver ripples and distortion, the ghosts, until I see so clearly what we both know so well. 

I hear the sweet sounds of orgasm weaving in and out of the driving rain. I cannot distinguish your voice from my own. I only know the sound is beautiful.

We come as one. There is no shame in being half of a whole.

My tears still flow, but they are different now. They're of joy and laughter – release – they are my undying, unwavering, unbreakable love and you suck them from my face with a hunger that's gone unfed for more years than you care to count. They trickle down your throat and fill you up. They seep into your flesh and heal your pain. They bleed into your eyes and restore your sight.

See me. Know me. Let yourself remember.

Our bodies melt together as the rain lets up just as quickly as it came. The sun seems to dry it in mid-air. For the first time, we hear the roar of passing traffic, the loud splash of gutter-spray from the busy street, and the excited hollers in witness to our naked spectacle emerging from car windows. 

I feel your cock soften and slide from me. I hear a gentle quiet laughter in my ear. It is yours. 

Sunlight flashes from your eyes, though I swear they're lit from within, and – sighted for the first time in more years than I care to count – you see me.

You really see me.

There is a filthy wet rag in the gutter: trampled and all but forgotten. There is no need to retrieve it. Its whereabouts might enter your mind or mine – from time to time, in the years to come – but we will not dwell on its absence. 

It does not belong with us. It does not fit.

* * * *

Naked in a Swimsuit Shop



This is an erotic experience that I had some years ago while vacationing with my wife Denise on the island of St. Martin. It would surely qualify as the most erotic experience of my life which did NOT actually include a sexual act.

We stayed at the Esmeralda, a very nice bungalow complex located on Orient Beach about a half mile down the beach from Club Orient, the noted nude resort. Back then the entire Orient Beach was substantially more nude-friendly than it is these days. The section of Orient Beach at Esmeralda was called Coco beach, which saw occasional nudity and topless was prevalent. And yes, Denise and I enjoyed using the beach there nude.

One day we took a drive in our rental car to visit Cupecoy nude beach on the opposite side of the island. Later in the afternoon while driving back, Denise thought it would be a good idea to do some shopping. The place she had in mind was this ramshackle group of folding tables, tents and sheds at Orient Beach that peddled various T-shirts, souvenirs, etc. This glorified flea market was located near Club Orient, just beyond the famous Pedro's ribs & chicken joint, and basically in a parking lot just beyond the beach.

While browsing the various vendors, we found ourselves at a shop that sold beach attire. This shop was a walk-thru, one side open toward the other shops and the other end was open onto the beach. It was about the size of a two-car garage. I believe it had a real roof, but the walls were canvas. The normal bathing suits, sunglasses and hats were on display. But since this is Orient Beach, French St. Martin, more prominently displayed were G-strings, thongs, sheer cover-ups, etc.

What immediately caught my attention was the shopkeeper. She was a 40ish French woman, pretty, slim, nicely built and nearly naked. She was wearing one of the items that were for sale. It was a tiny loincloth, which was simply a thin leather strip around the waist with a small piece of suede hanging in front which was fringed at the bottom. She wore no top at all and of course, had a deep bronze all-over tan. 

She looked great in that little fringed loincloth which showed anyone who cared to glance down that she was either totally shaved or had the tiniest of landing strips. And her perky "A+" breasts were standing right up there. She was a sight to behold. 

This little shop was fairly busy while we were there. There seemed to be at least half-dozen women in that shop at any given time. I guess it shouldn't have been a surprise that there was no changing room whatsoever, since the shop opened out onto a clothing optional beach. At the time, I was the only man in the shop, and I told Denise that I felt a little out of place. But Denise pointed out that they also sold men's swimwear. But I was still uncomfortable being in there.

Uncomfortable was an understatement; realizing that I was witnessing a woman and two teenage girls stripping off whatever they happened to be wearing and trying on all these teensy bikinis right before me. Then I noticed other women doing the same. I found it extremely erotic watching these women peeling off their swimsuits and trying on others knowing but not caring that I was standing just feet away. During the time we were there, a few women walked in off the beach topless, as well as one totally nude. How odd, yet exciting it was to see those women putting things on over their naked bodies. 

Denise found a skimpy thong and bikini top she wanted to try on. Standing near the front of the shop facing the parking lot, she just whipped off her shorts, pulled her T-shirt over her head and handed them to me. Denise was standing there totally naked, trying on the tiny bikini, right where any passerby could, and in fact did see her changing. Strangely enough, I found that watching my wife, naked and changing right then and there, was just as erotic as watching the other women changing. 

I said strange, because you would think that seeing my naked wife would not be a big deal since we had just spent all afternoon at a nude beach with my naked wife beside me. But this was very, very different. This was a place where you never expect to see women getting naked. 

Denise asked how the thong and top and looked on her. I told her that she looked fabulous. But she wanted to try a G-string and different top. As Denise was striking a pose for me to evaluate that set, the shopkeeper came to her aid and led Denise over the only full length mirror in the shop so she could see for herself how it looked. 

After changing into a few more items, she decided on just a thong and a wraparound thing she liked. Then Denise tried to convince me to try on a man's thong. I was a little skeptical, first thinking that I'd never wear it. And secondly, with all the "activity" in the shop I was definitely a bit aroused, and was definitely a getting a little "chubby". And without a changing room, well, it was simply not a good idea.

But with Denise insisting, I found a spot behind a clothing rack, and I slipped off my baggy shorts, and quickly pulled on a thong that Denise had chosen. The shopkeeper immediately came over to us, and said how great I looked in it. She took me by the hand and led me right over to the open area in the store by the mirror so I could see for myself. I was sweating bullets, knowing that I was getting harder by the second. 

Then the shopkeeper suggested I try on a different style and color thong. Denise chimed in also, insisting that I try one that she just found. The shopkeeper took the thong in hand, held it up before me saying it was a very popular item and was sure it would look great on me. Unlike the other thong, the material on this one looked very thin and light. But as always, I tried to make my Denise happy and nodded in agreement. 

I reached out to take the thong from the shopkeeper, but she pulled back and motioned with her hand for me to take the other thong off. I hadn't expected her to stand right there while I changed! 

I hesitated just a moment and wondered what her reaction would be seeing me in such a state. I was obviously beyond just chubby; and still growing by the second. Then she again motioned for me to give it up while saying something softly in French. Oh God, I had no idea what she said, but it sounded so sexy! That did not help the situation. 

So with her standing there again motioning "gimme" with her left hand, I pulled off the thong as quickly as I could and handed it to her while grabbing the other one from her right hand and pulling it on making sure "junior" was completely tucked in. 

My immediate reaction was wow; this thing is really, really, thin. It felt like I wasn't wearing anything. The material seemed to be the same material as Denise's favorite sexy semi-transparent panties except maybe more elastic. Denise and the French shopkeeper were both just standing there looking down. Smiling and nodding.

I said OK, its fine, we'll take it. But it wouldn't be that easy for me, Frenchie first had to inspect it, motioning for me to turn around, tugging at the thong to make sure everything was straight, patting me on my bare butt, signaling me to turn back toward the mirror. As I was turning, I glanced at Denise, my eyes begging her to save me. Denise was just smiling and nodding in approval. 

Frenchie then insisted I look at myself in the mirror to make sure I was happy with the choice. I was actually afraid to look, because what I suspected was then obvious to me. And yes, it was also obvious to anyone else that I had an erection. I told her thank you, it was a good choice. Then she nodded in approval, and stood there with her hand out again. What? She was waiting for me to take it back off. 

By now, I hard as nails and just a heartbeat away from popping right out of the next-to-nothing thong. I quickly said that it was OK, that I would just wear it, reaching out to Denise for my shorts. But Denise protested telling me not to be silly, and to just to take it off.

I quickly looked around the shop; no one seemed to paying particular attention to us except two younger women wearing regular bathing suits had just walked near to us. They were standing just a few feet away and holding straw hats and were apparently waiting to use our mirror. 

Oh well, I thought. This situation isn't going to get any better, and I just turned slightly away from them and yanked off that thong. Sproing! Yes, there I was sporting 7 inches of hard cock with the shopkeeper standing directly in front of me and checking me out. Just moments ago I was trying my best not be caught in such a situation and dreading the moment. But there I was, now feeling a rush like never before! 

I stood there frozen, looking eye to eye with the shopkeeper, who glanced down at my cock and looked back up to make eye contact, then looked down again, a broad warm smile growing across her face as she looked back into my eyes. A moment later, she began to drop down in front of me! In a flash my head about exploded! I envisioned her dropping to her knees and taking me in her mouth! 

But no, she was merely stooping slightly to take the thong from my hand. Was it just another tease? Or was my imagination running wild? It was probably both. 

Then, purposely I'm sure, she gently and slowly dragged the thong over my erect cock as she turned to walk away! Luckily I didn't blow a load right then and there.

Denise was now waving my shorts in front of me, breaking my trance. I slipped on my shorts and as we turned to walk away from the mirror, there were those two younger women standing there bug-eyed, both with huge grins. At that moment it occurred to me that while I turned away from them, I was standing in front of a full length mirror. I don't know about anyone else in the shop, but those two certainly didn't miss that show.

We paid for our stuff got out of there as quick as possible. Once outside, Denise burst into laughter. My only response was to practically drag Denise back to our bungalow for much needed sexual release. Whatever that was that transpired in that shop, it made Denise just as horny as me. It was a great afternoon for sure. 

In retrospect, I realized that the shopkeeper and Denise, without speaking a word, had somehow conspired to tease and humiliate me. I'm not sure who enjoyed it more, the French shopkeeper, Denise, or me.



Naked in College



David Taylor was thrilled that he had gotten into such a prestigious school. Harris University was a great school. The fact that up until this year it had been an all female University didn't stop David from realizing that he would now get a first class education. And in addition to that he had a full scholarship. This was all because of the fact that he was the only male who would be attending the school in a sunset law that was recently enacted by the State legislature forcing the school to admit males. The school challenged the law and a state Supreme court Judge ruled that they could still comply with the new law and have the body of the school nearly unaffected by allowing the admission of one male. The school didn't want this, but had little choice at this point. So they chose Davis Taylor, a resident of the state and a stare athlete in wrestling, which would propel the schools athletic program into triple A AAU status; something much desired by the school. Hence the reason the schools executive board decided to drop their challenge. 

Harris University had been participating in the NIS program for three years now and it was deemed a glowing success. How the school would fair with a male counterpart was up for debate. The fact that the school was very small was an attribute that probably helped.

David's first day in school was nerve wracking as he had been contacted by the schools dean and requested to show up at her office first thing in the morning. He really had no idea what it could be about, but assumed that it might have had something to do with the fact the he was the only male on the campus and she probably just wanted to have a formal introduction with him.

This was partially true. David made his way up to the fifth floor of the administration building and was greeted by the dean's secretary, a woman in her twenties dressed smartly with her hair in a bun. She was friendly and told him to have seat and Dean Meyers would be with him shortly. His palms sweated as he waited the ten minutes. Finally after a phone call on the secretaries intercom she bade him to go in.

The office was rather large as he assumed it would be for a woman as senior up in the school administration as she would be. He was surprised at how young she was though...she looked about thirty and a bit on the heavy side. Even so she looked very elegant in her navy pants suit. She reached out and shook my hand introducing her self. 

They had a small chat and he found her to be quite ingratiating. Finally he felt her take the conversation in another direction as she told him that she had actually called him there to discuss another matter. 

"As you know, David, We are complying with the state NIS regulations. Now usually we have one person from the student body, participate in the program...and it is rotated throughout the whole population. As of this date it had been strictly female. Now that brings us to you. We are mandated to have a male and female participate...as is the fact that you are the only male student, you are going to be required to participate. In addition since you have no other males to rotate with, then you will have to have each successive rotation roll over to you again. In other words as long as you are the only male in the student body, you will have to participate in the program until another male in enrolled in the school."

David couldn't believe his ears. He knew that the school participated in the program and that there was a small chance that he might have to participate for a week if it ever came to him. He didn't expect this turn of events, though.

"David, I'm sorry that this is somewhat unexpected for you, but there is no choice in the matter, both for you and for the University. So consequently I am going to have to ask you to disrobe." David was in shock...but what could he do. He knew he had little choice other than not attending school here. 

"I'm going to ask my secretary in to chaperone. That is also required. With that she picked up the phone and spoke for a few seconds. A moment later her secretary entered the office and closed the door behind her. Dean Meyers went behind her desk and retrieved a cardboard box. "This is for your clothing, which will be returned to you at the end of the school day", she said. David, realizing he had no choice, slowly began to unbutton his shirt.

"David, you may not be aware of the recent changes in the NIS laws that were amended this past summer. First of all because we are in a warm climate, you are not to be allowed to wear sox or shoes anymore. So you will in fact be completely nude." David was now removing his jeans as she spoke. "Also regarding obtaining relief, you are no longer permitted to request it. It will be granted, at the sole discretion of any faculty person. Also other students are no longer allowed to assist you in obtaining relief. You are allowed to administer it to yourself or any Faculty person may administer it...but it is up to that said faculty person to determine which of the two options will be available to you. Do you understand this, David?"

David was down to his boxers at this point. The fact this he was in remarkable shape was not lost on either woman. But of course they had to act as professionally as possible. David was in great shape, standing 6'2" and weighing 182, without an once of fat, which came from wrestling at his level. The sinew of his muscles, the definition of them was a sight to behold. And his abdominal muscles were right out of some fitness magazine. He wasn't muscle-bound, just beautifully fit...like a swimmer maybe. The women could already see what looked like a slight tenting in his boxers as he took hold of the waist band and slowly dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them.

The two women were having a bit of trouble trying to stay nonplussed. His penis looked flaccid but hung down about five inches resting serenely over two large testicles inside the soft supple skin of his scrotum. He was fit all right, a muscular chest tapering down to slim hips. The women could easily tell that he was both humiliated and embarrassed. He looked down at the floor, not wanting to meet their eyes. That was fortunate for the two women, as it afforded them the opportunity to, at length, visually examine his large sex. They could only imagine what his penis looked like, fully erected. Dean Meyers took this opportunity to read to him the disclaimer, which she legally had to. So she went over to the sofa that she had in a sitting area in her large office. She beckoned her secretary, Janice over to sit with her...and for David to stand before them as she read the lengthy disclaimer to him. Dean Meyers was wearing a rather conservative pantsuit, but was also wearing a beige silk blouse. 

Because she had a somewhat small bust line, she seldom wore a bra, which was the case today. Her breasts may have been small but her nipples were very large. Normally they protruded about half and inch, but when aroused they lengthened to nearly one inch. Her silk blouse did nothing to hide this. In fact in a strange way seeing them stiffen against the sheer, silken material was quite a sight in itself. And her nipples were fully erect at this point. Janice on the other hand was wearing a silk pleated short skirt that showed a lot of leg. And what great legs and feet she had. She easily could have been a leg model if she wanted to. She sat in front of David, with them crossed tightly, sitting up, and showing her fine posture from years of ballet. Her measurements were something of a contrast to Dean Meyers. She wasn't classically tall and slender in the way that the dean was. She was petite and had a woman's figure, thin but definitely voluptuous. Her breasts were full and stretched the thin fabric of her thin cotton tee that showed off her ample bust to her advantage. 

David up to this point had been so flustered by the turn of events he had not even taken an opportunity to look at these two women. Now let it be said that David was no "ladies man". He was not a "player". In fact he was actually very shy by nature, which made this whole affair all the more humiliating. So it wasn't until they took their seat across from him did he notice them at all. The first thing he noticed was the Dean's erect nipples in her blouse. She saw him glance at them, then quickly look back down at the floor as she read the document. But the damage was done. The image was seared into his mind. Janice was the first to notice David's penis begin to lengthen. David had been in many locker rooms and knew that he was larger than most men were. This mortified him with the prospect of erecting right in front of the Dean and her secretary. Janet stared, wide eyed as the thick organ began its accent, marveling at the wonder of male sexuality. The fact that this young man couldn't even control himself in this professional setting was arousing to her. His needs were so strong that nature compelled him to proceed with the male sexual process in spite of the setting, or maybe even because of it. The Dean had yet to observe David and was still busy reading the disclaimer. Usually David's penis would nearly attain it's full length and yet only rise to slightly better than a forty-five degree angle. It took that extra spark of stimulation for it to erect fully until it was standing up tall, flat against his stomach. Part of that was the fact that he had size, and the shear weight of his organ erect usually kept it from standing straight up, truly rigid. But that was always enough anyway. He would always be hard enough for any activity that required it. Today, to his utter dismay that extra spark was in place and Janet watched as he erected, full-blown in front of her. "Oh my god", she thought. 

Dean Meyers finally finished her treatise and looked up at David. She nearly did a double take when she saw his erection. Momentarily flustered, she managed to regain her composure, looking David in the eye. She had expected that this would be a possibility. She knew that David was 18 years old and probably was erect a good amount of the time, as was befitting a young healthy male. Also she surmised that he would harden to something quite sizable based on his thickness and length of his penis completely flaccid. It just took her aback for a moment. She was female after all and heterosexual. So she was not unaffected my David's display of male sexuality. He was very large, she thought. "Thicker than my wrist," she mused.

Dean Meyers continued, "well, that said, David, do you have any questions?" David could only shake his head in the negative. His mind was still in a whirl as the two women stood up to both shake his hand and wish him good luck. It was somewhat comical, in a sense, ending what amounted to a business meeting and shaking hands. Only, one of the participants was fully nude and sporting a terrific erection. Janice went to open the door and David proceeded to the outer office and then out to the stairwell where there were a large group of female students gathered waiting for the registrar's office to open. Dean Meyers took this opportunity to watch him walk away. David's backside was on full view to her and Janice. They both had to glance at each other with a "knowing" look. His ass was amazing.



Naked in front of The Cleaning Lady



We had a cleaning lady come to our house every other Friday and she worked about 5 hours cleaning our house. Her routine was simple. She would arrive about 7:30 am, being dropped off from a full sized van that had about 6 other ladies that were driven to various locations in our suburban area. She had a key to our home so she let herself in and proceeded to do her chores in an orderly manor. She was plain looking and usually wore a gray house dress. She had an average figure at about 5 feet 5 inches tall. She spoke very little English and understood less. Her age was mid 40s.

At first I ignored her presence since I was getting ready to go to work about the same time. I had a pretty easy job schedule, I didn't punch a time clock and could keep my own hours. I was free to come and go to the office at any time.

One Friday morning I heard her open the front door and come in to start her cleaning routine. I had nothing at work scheduled until after lunch and having been out the night before for dinner I thought I'd sleep in and head for the office after lunch. My wife worked a normal schedule and was off to her job every morning by 8:30. Today was no exception. She rose from bed and began to get ready for work. By 8:25 she said goodbye drove off to her job.

The cleaning lady was still on the first floor of our house as I got up from our bed on the second floor. I slipped off my pajamas and put on my robe. This is not the long fluffy bathrobe, this is a flimsy short thin cloth robe that came down to my knees. It was also not big and barely fit around my waist. So completely naked, wearing only this flimsy robe I strode downstairs to the living room to sit and read the morning paper. The cleaning lady hardly noticed me because there were times when I didn't leave for work until she was completely done with her work.

As I settled in to a small chair in our living room and opened the paper, I spread my legs open which easily exposed my cock and balls through the open front of my robe. The chair was facing the kitchen and the cleaning lady was in the kitchen dusting and washing and cleaning. From time to time she would walk from the kitchen to the dining room. When she did this the first time, her eyes glanced in my direction. What she saw was me, in my robe reading the paper. In addition she saw my legs spread apart and my cock and balls at rest in full view. She froze in her tracks. I observed her expression from the edge of the paper I held up so it looked like I was reading the paper and not aware of my exposed nakedness. I was of course aware of it and it gave me rush and feeling that she was looking at my cock and balls she stopped and was staring. I began to have a small erection which she also noticed. I had a bit of pre-cum dripping out the head of my cock. She continued her cleaning duties, but would pause occasionally to observe my partial nudity. This was the first session and little became of it as I was just testing the waters and was looking forward the second session with advanced plans.

The next visit of the cleaning lady was two weeks after the first one and I was more prepared. I had a few plans to execute. First I did the same routine with the newspaper, sitting in the chair facing the kitchen, stark naked with a flimsy robe wide open exposing my cock and balls. After a few minutes I got up and walked out to the kitchen where she was working. I then let the robe open so I was providing her with a full frontal nudity view. I walked around the kitchen getting a glass of juice and piece of toast all the while providing her with glances of cock and balls swinging loosely from my open robe. When it came time for her to go upstairs to clean the bedrooms, I followed.

Her constant glances at my open robe assured me she was getting a good view. Whether she enjoyed it or not I don't know. I was enjoying the exposing and flashing. I was occasionally begin to have an erection, small but it was noticeable and she was aware of it. 

At one point she was cleaning the bathroom and I decided it was time to shower. I took off the robe and wrapped a small towel around my waist. This towel was so small it couldn't hide my cock and balls and I put in on so my ass was also exposed. She was standing on a small stool when I went in to the bathroom and I made a gesture that I wanted to shower. She looked me up and down and was totally aware of my almost complete nakedness. She left the bathroom and I turned on the shower for a brief moment pretended to shower and then opened the door with the towel hanging from my waist making sure I was giving her a good view of cock, balls and ass. She indeed looked me over more than once. An erection rose almost immediately.

I decided to resume my pose in my flimsy robe on the chair in the living room. The excitement of the shower scene caused a good sized erection which I had to attend to. While the cleaning lady was in the kitchen I began stroking my cock and it rose to the occasion. It was interesting because at any moment she could walk into the dining room and see the activity of me stroking my cock. She didn't and shortly I let go with a huge load and relief from the sexual urgings. This caused me to retire to our upstairs bathroom and clean up. I decided to dress and head for the office. I came down in my suit and tie and walked out to the kitchen. The cleaning lady was a little startled seeing me in my work clothing since recently it had been various glances of my cock, balls and ass. I handed her a ten dollar bill, she replied with a thank you for the money in broken English.

Several Fridays later I stretched my exposure to the cleaning lady. On one occasion we had a new front door installed and that meant new locks and keys. The first Friday the cleaning lady came I made sure the door was open because I knew her key would not work. After she came in and started cleaning and after my wife went to work I went downstairs to the finished basement where she was vacuuming and presented her with a new key. 

The way I presented the key was interesting. This time I wore a different robe (naked underneath of course) which was longer and more fluffy like a bathroom robe should be. However I opened up the front of the robe about 8 or 9 inches and exposed my cock and balls with full frontal nudity. I was trying to explain the switch in keys so I could get the old key and she could have the new front door key. When I approached her it was obvious that she could now see the full frontal nudity and my cock and balls. She looked up and down and stopped and fixed her eyes directly on my cock Then as I got closer she smiled and as I explained the key switch I "accidentally" dropped the new key directly in front of me and it landed between my feet. It seems the tradition is Eastern Europe that a woman is somewhat subservient. Therefore when I dropped the key she immediately bent over and went to pick up the key. In so doing her head and eyes passed directly down the front of my body inches from my cock. I know she was looking as she bent over. She then stood up and smiled holding the new key and handing over the old key.

During the same visit I did the "shower" thing again but when I walked out of the bathroom I accidentally let the towel fall giving her the first full naked view of my body. The first thing she saw was my ass because she was standing behind me. The towel landed behind me and she picked it up and handed it to me as I swung around completely naked with my cock and balls swinging as I twirled around. I hesitated as she handed me the towel trying to look embarrassed but making sure she had a good long view. 

This was in the middle of summer and we had the air and dehumidifier running constantly As was my habit after several naked exposures I would retire upstairs to my office and watch porn on my computer. I was dressed only in my tee shirt exposing my cock and balls with an angle that when the cleaning lady came up stairs she had an unobstructed view! Well I was pleased when she turned the corner coming up the stairs and turned my chair so she would have a full view of cock and balls. She walked in and said "electricity" in broken English. I wasn't sure what she meant but I got up and headed downstairs with her. Again, Eastern European women seem subservient and she followed me down to the basement and she had a full view of my ass as we went down the stairs. When we got to the washer I noticed it was not running and the dehumidifier was also not working. I knew that a circuit breaker had tripped because the washer, dryer, and dehumidifier overloaded the circuit. I looked puzzled and got up on the washer completely exposing my cock and balls. I then bent over with my ass facing her to give her a view of my open ass and balls from behind. I hesitated and then reset the breaker but not before extending my naked cock. 

I went back upstairs and jerked a good load off to relieve the sexual tension that had built up. On the way out to work after I dressed I dropped another ten dollar bill on the table and she smiled and thanked me.

The next visit by the cleaning lady interested me more than ever. I was trying to think of what new exposure I could come up with. Then it hit me. I put on the same old tee shirt that was small on me that came down to my belly button and to the crack in my ass and no further. It was the same one I wore when the circuit breaker needed to be reset. I then put on a pair of shorts that were very small. 

When it was time for her to arrive around 7:30 am I went down and took off the shorts and was standing by the front door naked from the belly button to my feet. 

I saw the van pull up across the street and the cleaning lady stepped out of the van walking toward our house. I had combed my pubic hair and swung my body from side to side so my cock and balls were free. I then turned to the wall in front of the door which contained a full length mirror so when she walked in she would have view of my ass and I would see her in the mirror. I heard the key in the door and as it opened I saw her face in the mirror in front of me. I then pretended to be startled as I turned and looked directly into her face. She let out a gasp and immediately said "sorry" as if she scared me. I turned to give her a full frontal view of my now throbbing cock and hanging balls. She took the view in and just stood there staring. I turned to give her another view of my ass and then proceeded to walk up stairs putting on my shorts crawling in bed with my still sleeping wife.

After my wife got up and went to work I again took off my shorts and headed half naked down the stairs to see the cleaning lady. She was busy in the kitchen so I went there to have a glass of orange juice. We have a small kitchen so I had to maneuver around her almost touching her but not quite. My cock was growing ever so slightly and she surely noticed. As she continued to clean I followed her around making sure she got several views of my nakedness. I started to feel the throbbing in my cock and made sure she noticed it was growing in size. It was a sexual thrill to know she knew that I knew that she knew she was seeing my cock and balls and ass.

I had just recently cleaned the basement of a lot of junk and still in my half naked tee shirt only garb I went down and directed her to mop the newly cleaned up area. I stood there to supervise and she had the usual full view of cock and balls and sometimes as I turned to show her my ass. Again my cock began to grow and she was sure to notice its increasing size. I stayed the entire time until the pressure became too great and I went upstairs to watch more porn and eventually had to jerk my swelling cock with a huge pleasurable load.

It wasn't often that I displayed my cocks erection to her but one morning I was sitting in the chair in the living room with only my tee shirt on giving the cleaning lady a full view of my legs spread apart and cock and balls. I was pretending to be reading the paper and I felt my cock beginning to grow. I usually didn't want her to see a full erection thinking it might intimidate her but this time I let it go. My cock climbed straight up to my belly button and was at full attention. About this time she walked into the dining room and stopped abruptly staring at my throbbing member. 

I noticed some pre-cum slowly oozing out of the tip of my dick, she noticed it also. She turned to the kitchen where the remote hand held phone was but I had removed it and had on the table next to me, pretending to be waiting for a call. 

She noticed the phone was gone and asked in broken English - telephone? I held it up and said me call, pretending to be waiting for a call. I think she was going to call her office. I figured this was enough so I went upstairs watched some porn after a short jerking session blasted one of the biggest loads in a long time. I dressed in my suit and tie, went downstairs (I still had the phone) and walked to the kitchen and offered her the phone. She looked me up and down at my well tailored suit and said no. I handed her a twenty dollar bill and got a nice thank you for the money!

Finally one Friday I stood half naked at the front door at the appointed time (7:30 am) and the door opened. The cleaning lady was getting used to the view that greeted her, my short tee shirt not quite down to the crack in my ass. My naked ass and cock and balls on display for her. I gave her a brief show swinging my body so my cock and balls would be swaying for her view. Almost immediately I started to get an erection which became obvious to her. I bent over with my ass facing her pretending to pick up an envelope on the floor giving her a view of my asshole and balls dangling from behind. Then I put on my shorts and went back to bed with my wife. 

My wife left for work at 8:30 and I came down to the kitchen completely naked and I was already aroused with a firm erection pointed straight ahead and at an angle towards the ceiling. I walked right into the kitchen where the cleaning lady was washing dishes. She heard me walk in and turned and looked at me. She let out a large gasp and straightened up and her eyes fixed on my large throbbing cock. She never took her eyes of off it until I said in a normal voice, good morning. I sat down on a stool, legs spread apart erect cock and balls aimed in her direction. I had never been this bold and wasn't sure of her reaction. She had never seen my cock as hard, as long, and throbbing as it was this morning. Pre cum was visible and dripping ever so slightly on the kitchen floor.

I motioned her to come over to me, she did, never taking her eyes off of my cock. I had ten ten dollar bills in my hand and showed them to her. She looked puzzled when at the same time I brought her right hand over to my enlarged cock. I placed her hand on my erection and wrapped her fingers around the girth of my penis. 

My cock was hot and hard and her hand was cold but I felt her fingers wrap tightly around my erection. She immediately began stroking, almost as if she had done this many times before, perhaps she had. She felt the head of my dick as she slid her hand the entire length. She stopped a few times and gave a slight squeeze when she got to the base of my dick.

Her stroking was divine, her rhythm was perfect. She also ran her index finger to the tip of my dick where the pre cum was now flowing. She took some of the pre cum and moistened the head of my cock. Watching her finger gently massaging the tip of my cock sent feelings of pleasure throughout my body. I could only think of those fingers that were playing with my cock and balls were the cleaning lady whose name I don't even know. As she fondled my balls I could see an expression of pleasure on her face. My balls must have felt like eggs in her hand and her hand started to feel warm and sensuous. 

At one point I began to thrust my hips almost involuntarily as she stroked my cock with an even rhythm. As I was thrusting my hips she stopped stroking and just held my cock as I was now fucking her hand. Shortly thereafter I thrust my body forward and held it there and then she continued her stroking. She also took her other hand and felt my ass rubbing both ass cheeks as she stroked. I don't remember how many strokes it took but the feeling built and I approached the edge wanting to cum but wanting her stroking to last forever. The shaft of my penis would bounce up and down when she occasionally stopped stroking and patted the tip gently and she watched my cock bounce 5 or 6 inches and then settle back at a nearly 45 degree angle waiting for her hand to return. She then would again wrap her fingers around my dick and slowly began another series of strokes. 

I couldn't hold back my head rolled back and my cock shuddered as I let out a huge groan and I began to spurt the largest, fullest load I ever remember. I can't remember the number of spurts of cum I shot but the spasms were uncontrollable. I felt tingling throughout my body. The hot load covered her hand and flowed out over the kitchen floor. As I groaned in pleasure her eyes were wide open viewing the head of my cock and it's flowing semen. As I was cumming she wrapped her other hand around my balls and gently squeezed them. She stopped and gave me a strange look then looked at her hand and the floor and finally back to my deflating cock. She managed a little smile and got some paper towels cleaning her hand, the floor, and finally my cock. Gently she wiped the head of my cock until it was almost dry but still oozing some fluid. She then reached over and grabbed my cock and balls and gave them a gentle squeeze with a smile on her face. I put the hundred dollars in her hand and muttered a mumbled thank you. 

She put the money in her purse and continued her cleaning duties while I retired upstairs to shower and dress for work. Some time later I went downstairs fully dressed ready to go to work. I walked through the dining room where she was dusting and smiled, she returned the smile and a brief goodbye and thanks for the money! I had no idea what the next visit would entail.



Naked in My Neighborhood



I got the idea to try this from someone that read one of my stories.

Thanks to one of my reader's I decided to try something new. I live in the back of a cul-de-sac about six houses from the main road, near the Alderwood Mall. The mailboxes are out on the main street about an eighth mile away. 



I started out kind of slow, just going out on my porch in a bathrobe in the evening, around 9:00 PM. I would sit down on the steps and spread my legs, letting the cool night air touch my moist hole. Then I untied the belt and let the robe start to open on it's own, eventually opening it completely. I would then play with my boobs and nipples. By the time I was through I had the robe off entirely and was fingering my pussy to orgasm.

The next night I didn't bother with the robe. I just walked out and sat down on my porch completely naked, masturbated, and went back inside. It was time to take things further. 

I waited until around midnight when I figured all of my neighbors would be in bed, or at least not watching what was happening outside. Both of my sons were out for the night so I would have the house to myself. I drank two or three glasses of wine to calm my nerves. I stripped off all of my clothes and walked to the front door. I was quite nervous thinking about what I was about to do, in my own neighborhood even, but also had a little buzz going from the wine. It was now or never. I opened the front door and stepped outside. 

I walked out onto my porch and closed the door behind me. I walked out to my steps and sat down for a minute. I wanted to make sure nobody was around. After a couple minutes I stood up and started down my walkway to the driveway. My heart was pounding, but I was also very excited just thinking about what I was doing. I walked to the end of my driveway, which just happened to be under a streetlight, and paused for a moment, still no signs of anyone about. God I was so turned on! 



I could hear an occasional car drive past on the street around the corner, but nothing I could see. I started up the sidewalk toward the mailbox. I noticed a few lights on in a couple of my neighbor's houses, but I didn't see any movement.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," I said out loud. 

I suddenly saw headlights nearing out on the main road. I thought about running back to the house, but froze instead. The car drove past the cul-de-sac without even slowing down. I started walking again. Once I reached the corner I stopped and looked back toward my house. It looked so far away. I figured I had made it halfway I may as well go the distance.

I looked up and down the main street, all clear. I started walking toward the mailboxes. Once I was away from the corner I realized I would have nowhere to hide if a car came down the street, as there is a fence next to the sidewalk in this spot to keep people out of the creek below. I kept walking toward the mailboxes. Just as I got near it, I saw headlights coming my way. I moved behind the boxes, but stayed upright. The car passed by, apparently without noticing me. 

I was now so excited that I could feel my wetness starting to drip down my inner thigh. I stayed behind the mailboxes and started caressing my breasts and lightly pinching my nipples. I slid one hand down to my now soaked pussy and stroked my finger up and down my slit a few times. I needed to cum. I walked back to my house and sat down on my porch steps. I spread my knees wide apart and dove right in with three fingers in my soaking pussy. I came immediately, but finger fucked myself through two more orgasms. Now spent, I got up and walked into the house on wobbly legs.

The next night I started earlier, around 10:00, still nobody around. This time I walked straight out without pausing. I made it to the mailbox without even a car going past. I walked back to the corner and sat down on the curb. I spread my legs and started teasing my clit with one hand and pinching my nipples with the other. There was still no traffic in sight. I stood up and started back toward the house. 



One of the neighbors near the corner hadn't mowed their lawn in a while and the grass was maybe eight inches tall. I stopped and lay down in the tall grass, rolling around a few times. The soft blades felt like tiny fingers on my bare skin. I sat up onto my knees, spreading my thighs as much as I could, opening my pussy lips to the tickling grass. I wiggled my butt around trying to get as much contact on my clit as possible. It was a nice tease, but left me wanting more. 

I looked around and spotted a garden hose laying a few feet away toward the house. I bent over, grabbed the end of it, and returned to squatting on my knees. The hose didn't have a nozzle on it. I felt around the end for any sharp edges. 

"This will work nicely," I said to myself.

I pulled the end of the hose a little to get some slack, licked the end real good and slid it down between my thighs. I pressed it into my waiting pussy about six inches and let out a little moan. This didn't feel half bad. Once I had it comfortably into my pussy as far as it would go, I tucked part of the hose under my leg to hold it in place, and started to move up and down. I must have been a real sight, bouncing up and down, fucking a garden hose in my neighbor's front yard. Unfortunately nobody was around to see, or so I thought. I humped the hose through a couple of orgasms and then laid back in the grass and relaxed for a little while, with the hose still hanging out of my pussy. After ten minutes or so, I got up and walked home.



Naked in NY - Alternate Version



Dear Reader,

Here is an alternate version of the same story I posted a few days ago. In this version, all the sex is consensual the only thing that is not is the attack which forces Nicky to end up naked in the streets of the Big Apple.

As this is all new to me, please don't hesitate to tell me your thoughts.

...and... if you like it... be nice and vote

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Chapter 1

Nicole stepped out in the mild autumn air. On Saturday nights, Wall Street was a ghost town. For the past 3 years, she had been working seven days a week and today she was finally done and she could relax for the first time in a long time. Where could she go though? No one was waiting for her. The time that she had invested into that last project had come at a high personal cost. She was single again. Mike, her boyfriend had been patient for the first two years but he had left her over a year ago now. "What is the point of this relationship if I never see you? I never touch you and my hand has become my only lover." Those were his last words as he carried the last suitcase out of her apartment and out of her life.

"It's a shame," she thought. As the fresh air filled her lungs, she was starting to relax. "I could really use a good man right now." The memories of him awakened desires that she had ignored for far too long. "How long had it been?" The poor guy was right for leaving and she could not blame him. 

Nicole used to have a very healthy sexual appetite. When she had first met Mike years ago, she had been the instigator of a lot of experiments. They had even dabbled with S&M together and she had pushed her dominant nature to its apex by becoming the mistress of a small group of fellow students in grad school. Mike had been one of her subs back then. However, she had been too young for that role and she had not been properly initiated for that level of responsibility. As a result, she had nearly raped an unwilling participant. That person had been coaxed to attend a session where she showed up after the victim had been bond and gagged. Fortunately, she had read the fear in the victim's eyes and had been able to stop everything when she sensed that the person was not enjoying the experience. She had also been fortunate that no charge had been brought against her or any of her subs.

That incident, however, had cooled all her sexual instincts. She had abandoned the other four subs in her group and had formed a mostly vanilla relationship with Mike. She had retreated from her free-willing personality and had focused all her energies into work. She had ignored every other aspects of her life as well and had poured herself into her project. When this once in a lifetime opportunity arose at work, it overtook everything. 

Her hard work had paid off, she had succeeded and could even retire tomorrow if she so desired. "Get out of here!" Her boss had forced her to take the next month off to rest. "You need to have a life... and because this firm owes much of its success to your hard work... I need to make sure that you will not burn out... I don't want to see you for now. We have it under control... Go live your life... you are young and you need to act your age for once... Go! Now!"

So there she was. Standing at the entrance of the building and looking lost; she did not know what to do or where to go. She did not feel like going straight home but she did not want to go get a drink by herself either. The cool breeze from Battery Park and the sound of the water beckoned her. A nice walk in the park seemed like a good idea.

Unbeknownst to her, she had been under observation from the minute she had stepped out of the building. Hidden in the shadows, they had been watching her while she stood. When she unexpectedly decided to head to the park they knew that they had the opening that they were waiting for. The five young men followed her at a distance and when she entered the park they spread out to get to her from all sides. She would soon be in their trap.

Nicole was leaning against the metal railing at the edge of the park. Feeling the wind in her face, she was deep in thought. She stood there until her face turned cold from the breeze; the lights from the buildings across the river had put her into a trance. She snapped out of it. It was time to head home. She needed to sleep and had decided that she would sleep until her eyes would pop open. There would not be any need for alarm clocks. What a strange notion.

When she turned around, a jolt of fear hit her. Five young men, their faces hidden by the shadows of their hoodies, were surrounding her. She was trapped with nowhere to go. She smiled and tried to walk past them but they clearly and firmly made her understand that she could not move.

"Strip!" The command came from the tallest man whose long blond hair was sticking out of his hood.

"Strip or we will tear your cloths off. Now!" 

Fear had taken her voice and she looked at them in a state of shock. She stood there motionless with an ever-widening knot in her throat. The fear was suffocating and nauseating. She was a petite woman standing at 5'3" and the men towering over her seemed like giants.

They stepped closer to her when she did not move so she raised her arms.

They stepped back to give her room.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she lowered her arms and removed her jacket. No words were spoken but their body language told her that she should not stop. They were ready to pounce. She needed to buy time. Maybe someone would walk by and help her out of this situation. She removed one shoe and the next. She would stare at them as she proceeded looking for any small opening to escape. She had been an athlete in a past life and she felt confident about her capabilities to outrun them. She would not need to run for very long. The park was small and the police patrolled the streets regularly. The park was probably under camera surveillance too, she thought. She just needed more time.

"Move faster or else!" came the warning.

She was now barefoot in her pantsuit and short sleeve work shirt. She opened the pants first as she thought that the shirt would hide her forms better. Time! She needed more time. The pants were off and soon the shirt was also on the ground next to it. Despite her fear she was calculating her options. There was still no one around to help out and even if there was she did not know if she could have yelled for help as her throat felt dry and useless.

However, when it was down to her cotton slip and panties she could no longer move. The idea of being exposed outdoor froze her. She pulled her arms up, afraid that her nipples would show through the fabric. The cotton camisole that she wore that day was thin and did not leave much to the imagination. It was her last layer of protection and she did not have the courage to remove it in front of them.

The leader made a hand signal and before she could say or do anything ten pairs of hands grabbed her remaining clothing. As if choreographed, they all stepped back in unison and tore the fabric off her body. She was naked and the gust of wind coming of the water's surface sent shivers up her spine. It made her all to aware of her circumstance.

Nicole panicked and raised her arms in an attempt to cover up. Was this really happening? Bare as the day she was born in one of the biggest cities in the world? The young men were calm and confident. They did not seem rushed or threatened by the risk of police arriving anytime soon. They were in total control.

The leader spoke rapidly.

"This is our game and here are the rules: we give you a head start, you run and if we catch you then the fun really begins."

They stared at her for a few seconds letting it all sink in. They then started to step away from her leaving her completely exposed to the outside world. The circle that they formed around her was widening with every step back they took. They knew from experience that it would take a while for the situation to register. In some cases, there was no chase at all to this cat and mouse game. The prey would just stand still, paralyzed, and would give in to her fear.

Nicole was different. Her nudity bothered her profusely but her flight instinct was strong. She had analyzed the situation carefully and had decided on a series of movements that she should follow. The key was to act without hesitation. She would have to put her modesty aside for now and let the adrenaline rush kick in. She was ready.

Once the men had withdrawn enough for her to squeeze by them, she immediately put herself in motion.

She grabbed her handbag and, before anyone had time to react, she swung it with all her might into the black NYC water. There! They would not be able to get her name and address; now her identity was protected.

As she had predicted, this act surprised and distracted them.

She used the diversion to start her sprint. By the time they turned back their heads towards her, she had already run past them.

There was no delay in her actions and it took them a second or two to react.

The girl was fast. She did not waiver and did not show any sign of timidity.

The leader started panicking. This was not the plan. "Guys let's go or we'll lose her. She is too damn fast. MOVE!"

He was right.

The girl had bolted into the darkness and could not be seen.

Nicole was moving fast from shadow to shadow choosing her spots, hiding, and avoiding the light cast by the lamps above her. She had managed to stay hidden all the while staying close to the railing overlooking the pier. She had decided that her best bet was the water. She was a competitive swimmer once upon a time. As the men started looking for her in the park, she lowered her body slowly into the sea and avoided making any splash that could alert them of her position. By alternating cleverly between underwater swimming and by hiding in the nook and crannies of the pier that was surrounding the park Nicole was soon going to be out of their reach.

The leader and his gang were frantic. For the first time ever, they had lost their prey. Once it was clear that she would not be found, the leader took out his cell to call the client.

Mike answered the phone. Who could it be at this hour of the night?

"This is Jay and we lost the prey"

Jay? The prey? Holly Shit! He had completely forgotten about the set-up. It had all been arranged such a long time ago. Months before he had broken it off with Nicole. Jay was the leader of a group that specialized in making women's fantasies come to life. In a safe environment, they would act out abduction and rape scenarios. Nicole had told him her wildest fantasy and he had arranged for it to happen. Years ago, she had revealed to him that she wanted the experience of being a sub for once. She wanted to relinquish control and let someone else take charge. Then, as her dominant side had taken over, she had forgotten about it.

Now, the problem was that he had never gotten around to revealing his present to her. He had planned it for her while they were still together. In order for the set-up to work, the crew would not act for several months so as to surprise their "victim". They had not given him a time frame for the act, and they convinced him that the less he knew the better the effect of the surprise to the person being put in the session. It had been over a year and he simply had forgotten about it. He had wanted to forget everything about her. It was just too painful. 

"Hold on... I need to cancel the order... she is no longer with me." 

"What the fuck?! It's too fucking late!" Jay was furious. "So she is unaware and she thinks that she just got attacked?"

"Yes..."

"Well, we have disabled all the cameras in the neighborhood and there is no trace of our dealings... so we are getting out of this fucking mess... FYI: there is a naked woman running around the city" Jay hung up and tossed the cell in the river. He then raised his hand and signaled his troup. In a matter of seconds, the crew disappeared in the shadows of the park.

Mike sat-up bewildered. Where was Nicole and how could he help her?

Chapter 2

Nicky was now out of the reach of her assailants. She had swum up the West Side of the island but due to the strong currents her progress was slow. Knowing that the waters around the City had been deemed safe for swimming comforted her somewhat. At least, she would not over think the fact that she was completely exposed in that regard. 

Now, looking at the landmarks she realized that she was still well below Canal Street. The water felt cool on her skin. It was her first time skinny-dipping and what a strange sensations it was. The water caressed and stimulated her sensitive breasts in ways that she had never experienced. The gentle cool touch of the liquid made her nipples as hard as marbles as she swam. She was hyper sensitive to the liquid enveloping her and exciting her all over. Her sex was also exposed to the water and the feeling was not unpleasant at all. She felt as if she was floating and as if she was being lifted out of the nightmare that she had just experienced. Her body was responding to this relaxing situation and she was starting to let go of her fear. She was nude and completely excited by now. 

Now that the danger was gone, her mind was spinning in all directions. She replayed the attack over and over in her mind. Something familiar was striking a chord. A loud, "What the fuck!" escaped her lips. Memories of an old fantasy rushed back from some parts deep within her. The similarities were too close for it to be a coincidence. Was this a bad joke? Had somebody been trying to act out a session for her? The shock of that realization sent her pussy ablaze. She had not thought of her old sexual escapades in years. The humiliation, the pain, the power play and ultimately the pleasure that were attained from these acts all came rushing back.

She used to be a dome however. Why was she so turned on at that moment? She was shocked to see that the humiliation was turning her on so much. Maybe, her old curiosity about being a sub needed to be explored?

For now, she needed to get out of the water and get to a phone. How would she go about it? A pay phone, did they still exist? How about placing collect calls? The problem was phone numbers. She remembered the ones from long ago but all the ones that she dialed these days were only stored on her blackberry's memory. She drew a blank. She could not hope to reach her apartment by swimming all the way to the Upper West Side. She would have to chance it by walking along the riverbank. She could always dive back into the safety of the dark water if necessary.

She had swum her way up to TriBeCa, she thought. That neighborhood would not be as quiet and empty as Wall Street. The further uptown she would go the more people there would be. She would need to get past 57th street before the streets would quiet down again. She knew that the residential streets in the West 70's and 80's would be quiet. But her journey back home was just starting.

She hoisted herself out of the water in what seemed to be a secluded area of the park that trailed along the river. The air was mild for the season but getting out of the water was not easy. Her pert small nipples were still as hard as little rocks sticking out like the tips of pencil erasers. Once she was out of the water, she found refuge behind a trashcan. She wiped as much of the water from her body as possible. She needed to get dry fast if she did not want to be too cold. Her hands ran up and down her legs moving quickly. She jumped when one of her hands brushed the hairy patch between her legs. She was still as excited as she had been in the water. The fear and possibility of being found out was had increased her arousal. Her hand lingered between her thighs. Her heart beat faster and, instantly, she no longer felt the cold. She pressed down applying more pressure on her mound. Time stood still. She could not breath and a feverish sensation was taking over her mind.

"Woof!"

A dog startled her out of her reverie. The owner was a tall older woman sitting on a bench a few yards away. For the first time tonight, Nicole felt hopeful. This old lady would surely come to the rescue of a woman in distress. Despite the deep shame that would come with exposing herself in the open, she decided that she needed to get help after all. The dog got agitated as she got up but she was resolved to ask for assistance. The animal growled and barked as Nicole made her way towards its master.

"Help me please," whispered Nicole.

The woman looked at her, startled by the nude form. She bounced up from the bench and started screaming at the young woman. 

"What is this? How dare you walk around like this? Do you have any shame? You slut! You are depraved and I am not going to take this sitting down!"

Nicky was startled by the violent reaction. She turned red with embarrassment and tried to step back and away from the lady. Nicole's voice was failing her again and she was left mute for the second time that evening. The lady was actually not as old as she looked from afar and she was standing staring down over the petite frame of Nicole. She was fast and she was strong. She grabbed the young woman by the forearm and sat back down on the bench forcing Nicole to bend forward and down over her lap.

SPANK! The first slap came down without warning.

"This is what I did to my children when they misbehaved!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Nicole felt the air come out of her lungs. This was happening too fast for her to process. She drew her hands up to her face in an attempt to hide. She had never felt this embarrassed in her entire life but she loved it. The heat in her body rose as her posterior turned red from the reprimand. Part of her wanted to escape as she was kicking her legs in the air but the woman held her tight. Nicole felt like a little girl being punished. The woman was almost twice as big as Nicole and the contrast made her feel small and weak. She loved feeling powerless in her grasp. 

"Why was her body responding in such a way?" She was being pushed down with the hand that held her while her rear was slapped with the other.

The problem was that Nicole's arousal was increasing with each slap on her heated skin. She felt the friction of her mound of Venus against the woman's legs. Between the humiliation and the excitement she would soon reach a climax if the rubbing of her sex against the woman's leg did not stop. The rhythmic pushes on her butt by the punishing hand were increasing the friction of her sex against the fabric.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

The hits kept on coming as her excitement grew. Overstimulated and out of control, she started spreading her legs ever so slightly hoping that the woman's hand would touch her sex. She needed that extra contact on her pussy. She wanted to come. She needed the release. Sinking her face further into her hands, she suddenly swung her free leg as far off the bench as she could. She was stretching herself as wide as possible and the following slap hit her square on the sex. "Ooooooh," she moaned as she came close to her climax. Just one more slap and she would be experiencing pure bliss. Alas it was not to be.

Suddenly the woman pushed her to the ground.

"You whore! Have you no decency!"

It was the woman's turn to be shocked into silence.

Nicky got up and quickly sprinted away as the woman was about to reach for her walking stick.

Chapter 3

What had just happened? Nicole could not believe that she had almost reached an orgasm over that woman's knees. Her state of arousal had not diminished. She was now sprinting in the direction of the Village still following the park up the Hudson River. With each stride, the friction between her legs was driving her insane. She was on the edge of release but she could not reach the ultimate relief that she was craving. She was running fast hoping that the strain on her body would either help her reach the sexual summit or calm her down. But no! The heat in her loins remained constant as she went along. She was now zigzagging to avoid the light cast by the street lamps but honestly she did not care if she was seen. The park was not very full and whoever saw her would not really have time to react. If they managed to see her in the darkness, they would not see much, only a pinkish blur.




Naked in NY - Alternate Version



When she reached the edge of the West Village, Nicole remembered her old friend Lizzy. Lizzy was close enough to be one of a handful of people who could have known about Nicole's fantasy. Was she responsible for tonight's series of events? Years ago, they had experimented together with role-playing. At first, they would switch the top and bottom responsibilities. Nicky took over the dominant role over time and Lizzy had been the first one of her subs. She had been deeply affected by Nicole abandoning her role as mistress and had a motive to plan such an attack. Nicole needed to find out. If she was responsible, Nicole would confront her and apologize for the past and maybe Lizzy would help her out. If she was not the one in charge, then maybe she would find it in her heart to help Nicole despite the past. Lizzy lived in a brownstone close to the water. The streets in that part of town were small and quiet. Maybe she could find refuge there? It had been years since they had last seen each other. 

She made her way to her old friend's house weaving from stoop to stoop, hiding whenever she thought she might be discovered. The street was quiet and she pressed the buzzer.

"Who is it?"

"Lizzy? It's Nicole... Remember me?"

"What do you want?" came abruptly.

"I am in trouble and I need your help... Do you have company tonight?" Nicole certainly did not want to be walking into a party naked as she was.

"I do have guests here tonight."

"Can you please come down for a minute to the street? Please!"

"OK"

"Please bring me some cloths." But the buzzer had gone silent and Nicole did not know if the girl had heard the request.

Nicky hid in the shadows next to the stoop waiting. Time passed and no one came. After what felt like hours, the door opened on Lizzy and Laura. Laura was another of Nicole's old subs, another girl that she had trained and abandoned when the incident that led to her lifestyle change had happened. 

The naked girl did not think that this new development would be to her advantage. Laura had been hard to train. She could not decide whether she was a dome or a sub in the beginning. When she had decided to submit to Nicky, she had done so with all her soul. When Nicky had decided to step away from her responsibilities, Laura had turned her disappointment to anger. There was some real bad blood between them.

"Where are you? Bitch!" shouted Laura. She was definitely holding onto the past.

"Down here, did you bring me cloths?"

"Why the fuck should we?" asked Laura. Lizzy stood there not saying a word.

"I've been attacked by five men and I was forced to strip... I managed to run away but I am naked..."

"Attacked...and stripped... like in your old fantasy?" came Lizzy's words.

"So... you remembered... Did you do this?"

"Me?... After so many years?... No"

"Well, you do have a reason to be upset with me..."

"Show yourself!" Laura had jumped back into the conversation.

"I can't"

"Do it if you want our help. Step into the light and come up the stoop."

Nicky showed herself. Slowly stepping into view, she then made it up the stairs to meet Lizzy and Laura her eyes cast down afraid to look into their eyes. When she finally stood in front of them Laura raised her hand and slapped her twice rapidly. Nicole collapsed to her knees overtaken by the emotions of the night so far. Showing no sign of compassion Laura grabbed the kneeling girl by the arm and signaled Lizzy to do the same. They raised her to her feet and brought her into the building.

"Here is the deal," announced Laura, "if you want to step into this house then you have to submit to me. I will be your mistress and you will let me do with you what I feel like doing. No limits. Do you understand?"

Laura had let the naked girl fall back to her knees once they had stepped into the building and the door had closed behind them. The resentment that she felt towards Nicole was coming back and her anger made her dominant nature take over.

Lizzy looked at Laura trying to understand what was happening. When she saw her mistress's determination and resolve, she understood that all the old wounds had been reopened and that she would need to let her friend exact her revenge.

"Do you understand? Do you accept?" Nicky nodded yes. She did not want to be left nude in the cold. Also, her sex was again ablaze with liquid heat. She was intrigued to discover this aspect of herself. It was a side of her that she had ignored and that had lain dormant for many years. And so she accepted.

The girls picked her up again. Twisting both of her arms behind her back Lizzy and Laura pushed the girl up the two flights of stairs to the apartment. They were both tall compared to her and Nicky's diminutive body was easy to push around. Lizzy opened the door to her apartment and Laura pushed Nicole in. When Nicole's eyes finally adjusted to the bright lights in the apartment she was shocked to see that there were two other people staring at her. Dave and Jim looked up shocked to see the naked figure being led in by their wives.

Upon recognizing the two men, Nicole blemished and fell to the floor curling up into a ball. Except for Mike, all of her subs where now again in the same room. This was the worst reunion of sorts. There she was at the mercy of a group of people that she had hurt and wounded. She could not expect any sympathy from them and she was afraid of what would ensue from this situation. The embarrassment was turning her red with shame. The coloration of her face had spread to her neck and the base to her collar. The flow of heat in her body had now reached a level that she could not recall ever having sensed prior to that day.

"Oh no you don't! You don't cover up tonight!" shouted Laura. She grabbed the naked girl by the arms and forced her up in the air by pulling her arms above her head. She then asked Lizzy to get something to tie her with. When Lizzy came back with four silk scarves Laura ordered the boys to lay her on the big wooden table sitting in the center of the living room. 

Nicole was laid on her back with her hands tied above her head to the feet of the table. 

"Boys! Tonight you get a free pass to play with this little traitor," said Laura. She looked at Lizzy who signaled her approval with a sign of the head.

"You cannot fuck her, but you get to touch her and humiliate her the way she humiliated us all." Lizzy and Laura looked at each other knowingly. The little wench had managed to shatter all of them and mistress Laura wanted to make her feel the pain that they had all suffered.

"Wait!" Nicole screamed. 

They all looked at her surprised by her sudden call.

Through her tears Nicole managed to speak up.

"I know that what I did was wrong and I never thought I would see any of you again," she sobbed. "I have wanted to apologize to you all for many years and now is my opportunity to do so..."

Everyone looked at her astonished by her words.

"Do what you feel you must do. I accept. And maybe one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me..."

Nicole's feet where dangling off the big wooden table. Being naked in front of strangers was one thing, but being naked in front of these people further added to her utter embarrassment. She wanted to hide miles below ground but the only thing she could do was to turn her head away and close her eyes.

Laura was not touched by Nicky's impromptu confession and she would have none of that. She grabbed her victim's head and told her to open her eyes. She was standing over her head and instructed the boys to proceed. 

"Jim! Grab one of her ankles. Dave! Grab the other and fold her legs so that we can tie her bent with her feet over her head." The boys followed her direction. "There! See! Now she can't escape!"

Nicole was mortified to be spread open in such a way. With her feet tied above her head and her head between her knees her pussy and ass were propped up obscenely in the air. She still was as horny as she had been earlier and now that her labia was gaping open she feared that they would see how wet she was. Laura noticed it right away and showed it to the others. She ran to the kitchen and came back with two cucumbers and a rag. She then gagged Nicky with the bunched-up kitchen rag.

"Look at how wet she is!" As she handed Jim and Dave the vegetables she smiled wickedly in the bond girl's direction. "Here boys! Have fun!"

Nicky could not believe what was happening to her. If she could have buried her head in the sand she would have. Tears were pooling in her eyes again and were starting to trouble her vision. She was tied in the most revealing position and she could not do anything but endure what was about to happen. On another level, she loved it! She had never suspected the thrill and excitement of being powerless. She could abandon all pretenses and thoughts. She just had to relinquish control and enjoy the feel of the bonds preventing her from moving. The men approached her with some hesitation but Laura cheered them on. 

Dave was the first one to touch her. He put a hand on one of her stretched thighs that sent shivers down her spine. He held up the vegetable to her vagina and started rolling it along her lips. Nicole was so wet that within a few twists of the wrist the cucumber was covered with pussy juice. To her own disbelief her body reacted to the touch. Tears of shame filled her eyes. Her hips bucked to meet the cucumber and all her former slaves witnessed her submission to the pleasure she was feeling.

Dave twisted the cucumber some more and then lowered it to the entrance of her ass. Nicole started to panic and tried to move away. No one had ever touched her there. Dave would not be deterred. As the three other people in the room watched on hypnotized, he slowly started to apply some pressure on her puckered hole. In her position, Nicole could not resist the assault. The lubrication that he had collected on the green skin of the cuke and the position that she was held in forced her to accept the penetration. 

Very slowly she felt the cool phallus pass through her sphincter. The sensation was new but she was so aroused that she started to enjoy it right away. She could feel the blood pumping in her chest and the familiar heat of excitement coursing through her veins. She had never known such a filling sensation. Dave stepped back once the cucumber was fully inserted admiring his handy work. 

Thoroughly enthralled, he stepped closer to Lizzy and started kissing her and whispering in her ears. His erect penis needed immediate attention and he lowered his wife to her knees. She immediately reached for his zipper and freed him. She grabbed him by the hips and took his raging hard on into her mouth slowly sucking him.

Jim had stepped closer to Nicole while all this was happening. He had lined the second cucumber and was set to insert it into her vagina. Laura had stepped behind him and removed his trousers. As he began introducing the second vegetable phallus into little Nicky, Laura wrapped her arms around her husband and started masturbating him to the rhythm of the cucumber that was moving in and out of Nicole's sex.

Nicky was bond with her cunt and her ass filled to capacity. Despite the shame and embarrassment she was feeling, the stimulation proved to be intoxicating. She had been aroused for such a long time since her swim in the river that she was looking forward to her climax. Her body was longing for it. Her excitement and lust were taking over her mind and only the most basic of needs and wants were coming to the surface.

She would never have submitted to such debasing treatment voluntarily. But now that it was happening to her, she realized how much she loved it. She would never want to be in control again! There was freedom in having nothing to do but feel and submit. She let her feelings take over.

The tender flesh between her ass and her pussy was being rubbed with each swing of Jim's hand. It was driving her insane. She focused on the pleasure building up within her and she felt the biggest orgasm of her life surge up. Like a dam about to break, the rise of pleasure was swelling up at the gates.

Laura was still pumping her husbands penis at a very fast pace. She could feel his excitement rising and when she knew that he was about to come she inserted the index of her free hand into his ass and he erupted suddenly.

Laura then gently pulled him away from Nicky and proceeded to lick his penis clean. She then got up and gently kissed him.

Unfortunately for the naked girl, Jim had ejaculated before she had reached her climax. He had left the cucumber immobilized deep in her vagina as he had erupted in Laura's hand. Nicky was now incoherent with desire. She was humping her hips in the air trying to get her rocks off but to no avail.

After Laura tended to her husband's post-orgasm bliss, she looked in Nicky's direction and started laughing uncontrollably at the girl who was still rocking her pussy and ass back and forth in the air. To Nicky's utter shame, the rest of the group joined in on the laughter. She froze in place.

The boys quickly got dressed while the girls conferred together.

Laura then walked towards the table and spoke.

"My dear, you seemed to have enjoyed yourself too much for this to be a proper punishment. And I don't believe it to be a real apology either," came Laura's words as Nicky's heart began to sink.

"We don't want to lose our husbands to your perverted ways and we don't want to help you out. So, Lizzy and I have decided to toss you back out on the street where you came from."

Nicky wanted to cry her desperation at having been brought so close to such a powerful orgasm without reaching the release that she so desperately needed. She also wanted to speak up in her own defense but her mouth was still gagged with the kitchen rag.

Laura turned to the boys and instructed them to go take a cold shower while Lizzy and her would take care of Nicky. The boys walked to the back of the apartment while Laura and Lizzy untied Nicky.

They quickly raised her to her feet with the two cucumbers still shoved up her ass and pussy. Nicky wanted to free herself from the invading veggies. However, Laura and Nicky prevented her from moving her arms freely.

"Oh no you don't!" said Laura. "You keep these dildos with you. We don't want them in our house!"

The girls then dragged her back down to the street. They tied her hands behind her back with one of the scarves they had used earlier. With another of the scarves, they made a makeshift belt around her waist. Finally, they twisted a third scarf until it became a thin rope and they tied it to the belt. That scarf went between the girl's legs and was attached to the front and to the back of the belt. It now looked as if Nicky was wearing a very thin underwear.

Laura then pushed the two cucumbers as far up as they would go into Nicky's ass and pussy. She then placed the stringy scarf over them thus holding the cukes in place. She wanted to make sure that they would not fall out or that Nicky would not be able to push them out. She tightened the knots of the makeshift underwear as much as she could.

When she was satisfied she exclaimed, "There you are my horny slave! You are free to go."

Nicky stared out in the street with pleading eyes. Who could she turn to now? She was bond, horny and her holes were stuffed. Ant to top it all, she was still naked in the streets of one of the biggest cities in the world.

To be continued...