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Streaky Confessions Ch. 01

By: urbanslut



There are some things in life you did that you regret. And others you don't regret. Then there are those that fall somewhere in between. This is a story about one such peccadillo in my life. Something that by now is just part of my past. I still miss it some times. But being who I am now and where I am in the journey of life, I can't go back to it. However, occasionally something happens that brings the memories flooding back.

Six months ago, we moved into a new 4-bedroom apartment in the northern suburbs of Bombay. Our two boisterous boys, 13 and 10, were growing really fast, both physically and emotionally, and it was getting difficult to keep peace between them with them sharing one room. Although Anuj and I were attached to the first home we ever bought and built our family in, the 2 bedroom apartment place in Bandra started seeming smaller with each passing week. Both our careers were now in a great place too and we could afford a bigger home. Anuj was a VP in a bank and I had just made partner in a consulting firm. So we finally bid our old apartment an emotional farewell, and moved into this big place in a fancy high security apartment complex.

The tenants association and the neighbors were very welcoming. So we had a house warming party to get to know them a week or so after everything was settled. It was at this party that I first met Ritwik Deb, our next door neighbor.

"I am telling you Mrs. Vyas, I know you from somewhere." he said for the umpteenth time.

"Maybe you just know someone who looks like her." his wife Mamta said. "All your attempts at unearthing a previous connection have failed."

"Maybe you've met her in the US. She keeps going there for her work." Anuj chimed in.

"No, I have never been to America." Mr. Deb said pensively. "Ah ha! Did you ever play chess competitively? I used to. Maybe we met at some tournament."

"Nope, sorry." I really had never met the man before in my life. And I have a pretty good memory for faces and names.

"Anyway, have you hired a maid yet, Mrs. Vyas? Ours is pretty good. I can bring her over tomorrow." Mamta changed the subject.

"Yes, that would be lovely. Thank you so much. And please call me Urja." 

On a couple of other occasions that night, Ritwik tried to figure out the mystery of why I looked familiar to him. But we had no milestones from our past in common. We had grown up and lived in different cities. They had moved to Bombay from Cuttack only a year ago. We worked in different industries, had studied in different colleges, and didn't seem to have any other connections. We even checked Facebook and LinkedIn to see if we had any friends or acquaintances in common through whom we might have met. But nothing came up. And as I said, I am really good with faces and names. And I was absolutely positive I had never met him before.

Other than that mildly annoying obsession Ritwik had that night with finding out past connections, the Debs were a wonderful family. They had one son the same age as my elder one, and they became friends soon. Both boys were also interested in tennis, so they started attending coaching together. Mamta and I became friends too, and had a lot of interests and more importantly, disinterests in common. We both hated cricket, so when our husbands would sit with the boys to watch it, she and I bonded over books, movies, music, and cooking. Our families started doing a lot of things together, like eating out, going to picnics, even an IPL match that Mamta and I had to be dragged to.

Then we went on a trip together to Alibaug. The boys were busy with their own thing and the four of us were sitting on the hotel patio, drinking and chatting. I was on antibiotics so was drinking just juice. Anuj, Ritwik and Mamta were pretty buzzed though. When the waiter came to refill our drinks, Anuj stared at him.

"Hey....where do I know you from?"

"Sir?" the waiter asked, pouring soda in Anuj's glass.

"I have seen you somewhere before."

The waiter looked at Anuj. Then smiled.

"Yes sir. I used to work at the Bacchus Lounge in Juhu before this and I believe you came there quite often with your clients."

"Ah yes! What made you move here? Better pay?"

"Yes sir. Also, this is closer to my village."

The waiter left and Anuj beamed.

"I knew I had seen him before." Anuj said and took a couple of sips. "Which reminds me....Ritwik, did you ever figure out where you knew Urja from?"

Ritwik's response was a little odd. He looked at me with a very worried look on his face for a split second, then looked away and chugged down half his drink. And then said,

"No, no I didn't. Nope. I guess she just looks like someone I know."

"Who does she look like?" Mamta slurred. 

"No one."

"But you said..."

"I was wrong, Mamta. By the way Anuj, I hear they might have Pollard open the batting next season."

I zoned out the cricket conversation as usual, but kept looking at Ritwik. He stole nervous glances at me a couple of times but kept talking to Anuj. Then Mamta started talking to me about a trip they were planning to Bangkok.

Fifteen minutes later, Anuj's cellphone rang. It was some client, so he went to the lobby to take the call. A few minutes later, Mamta got up to go to the bathroom. Usually I followed the worldwide women's convention of accompanying her, but this time I stayed put. When she was out of earshot, I looked at Ritwik, who was pointedly looking away from me.

"Ritwik, why did you lie?"

"What?" he laughed nervously. "I did not lie. About what?"

"About not knowing where you had seen me. Anuj and Mamta have had too much to drink to realize but I am fully sober. It is obvious that you are hiding something."

"No, Urja, trust me. I don't...."

"Come on, Ritwik. It is obvious how you avoided the questions and changed the subject." I said. "What I don't understand is, if we have met before, why don't I remember you at all?"

"You never saw me. I mean you never met me. I mean..." he said.

"How can I not have met you if you met me?"

"Listen Urja. Let's just drop this, okay?" he said, turning to make sure our spouses weren't back yet.

"I am not dropping it. I am curious now."

"Urja, it's.....please, just drop it."

"Nope!" I said triumphantly. "Now that you have admitted that you were hiding something, I have to know. I'll get Anuj and Mamta's help in convincing you."

"NO!" Ritwik put his glass down and started shaking a finger. "We cannot talk about this in front of them. Trust me about this."

"Why not in front of them? Did you meet me when you were out with some mistress?"

"What? Of course not! Just trust me. We can't go into this in front of them."

"At least tell me when. Or where."

"Will you just drop it for now and not bring it up in front of them if I tell you that?"

"Maybe." I said. "but be quick. Mamta has just stepped out of the washroom and will be back in a minute."

He turned around looked at his wife about 100 feet away and whispered.

"Some 15-20 years ago or so. Don't remember the exact date. And it was in the middle of the night somewhere around Dharwad. Off the Bombay-Bangalore Highway."

"Off the Bombay Bangalore highway in the middle.....oh........OH! OH!" I sat up in shock.

"Do you....understand? So just drop it." 

I sat there, my mind in turmoil as it dawned on me. There was some chatter around me but I was lost in my own thoughts.

"Urja!" Mamta said, sitting down. 

"Sorry, yeah?"

"I said that potpourri in there is very pretty looking."

"Is it?"

For the rest of the night, I avoided looking at or talking to Ritwik. A couple of hours later, we went to our respective room. Anuj fell asleep right away. But I lay there in bed, swept over by memories.

Streaky Confessions Ch. 02



It is hard to identify the exact starting point of my peccadillo. It is also hard to put a precise label on it. Exhibitionism comes closest. But it isn't exactly exhibitionism, at least not the way I generally see the word being used. I don't think of myself as an exhibitionist because I have never really enjoyed exhibiting myself to others. At least I have never been aroused by the idea that someone is watching me and I am letting them watch me, by choice. I have never dressed too revealingly. And occasionally if my cleavage is visible through a slightly low cut top, I never go out of the way to flaunt it. If anything, I take extra efforts to avoid drawing attention to it. I have never enjoyed wearing short skirts, hot pants, backless cholis, wearing my sari low to expose my navel, and I have never liked bikinis. Most of my swimsuits are one piece.

I do like the feeling of being naked though. Always have, for as long as I can remember. Not just when I am showering or having sex, which is pretty much the only time most of us are naked. I liked being naked in other locations and occasions too. But not in front of others. At least not necessarily in front of others. Maybe close to others. But not in front of them. Which is why I can't claim the label of exhibitionist with accuracy.

I was the only child of middle class Marwari parents growing up in a town 5 hours from Bombay. My family wasn't exactly old school conservative but they weren't super modern either. My parents always kept a watchful eye on me and at least growing up, I had to adhere to curfews. And although I had some male friends in school, it was made clear that I could not have a boyfriend. But that didn't mean they just wanted to raise me to be a dutiful housewife and marry me off. I was expected to focus on my studies, build a great career, and then think about boys.

I suppose that if I really try, I could make some Freudian pop-psych excuses for my tendencies. That it was subconscious rebellion against controlling parents. Or it was my way of dealing with the rapid and occasionally shocking changes that all girls go through after hitting puberty. Or it was to compensate for not really having a sex life till much later than I wanted. Or my middle finger to a culture that enjoys exhibiting and objectifying women. But they would be just that - excuses. Over the years as I wrestled with my tendencies, indulged in them, tried to deprive myself of them. and dealt with the guilt and exhilaration that went hand in hand with them, I have realized that the excuses are not necessary. That's just who I am. Or at least was, until that need just went away on its own.

I really love eating butterscotch ice cream, reading Camus, hiking, long distance running, mountains, 70s disco music, and among other things, I really like being naked. There were a lot of small steps leading up to my full scale embrace of the peccadillo. But the significant event with which this origin story truly starts occurred soon after I turned eighteen. In the summer of 1993. 

It was a particularly scorching summer that year. Torrid! I had just taken my Class 12 board exams and was hoping to get into a good engineering college in Bombay or Pune. Now that I had turned 18, my mom insisted on finally teaching me the basics of cooking. I spent most of the day in the kitchen under her apprenticeship. Some of the time reading or listening to music. And in the evenings, I went out with my friends to movies or to the local park or cheap snacks stores that I could afford with my meager allowance. 

In May, we had guests living us for about a week. My mother's aunt and her two friends were visiting from Ahmedabad to attend some religious gathering in our town. We lived in a small apartment on the 2nd floor of a 4-floor (plus ground floor) apartment building in one of the newer neighborhoods of the town. It was a small apartment - about 600 square feet with just one bedroom. Obviously, I didn't have a room of my own. When I was little, I used to sleep in the bedroom on the king bed with mom and dad. After I turned 10 or so, I started sleeping in the living room on a divan. 

With three old ladies visiting, the apartment obviously got a little cramped. But my mom was very close to her aunt, so we had no choice but to accommodate them. My parents tried to get the ladies to take the bedroom. They politely and sternly refused saying they possibly couldn't kick their gracious hosts out of their own bedroom. They were happy sharing the living room with me, and would sleep on "gaddis" (which are Indian style cotton stuffed thin mattresses, kinda like futon mattresses) on the floor. So that's how the solidly middle class sleeping arrangements were finalized.

After the first night, when the ladies left for their thing, I confronted my parents.

"I cannot sleep out there again while they are here."

"What? Who are you, Queen Elizabeth? They're our guests. You only have to adjust for a few days."

"But dad, they snore like train engines!"

"So? People snore, Urja. It's a normal bodily function."

"So is sleep, which I didn't get any of last night."

"Okay, you sleep inside in the bedroom with us. On a gaddi on the floor." Mom said.

"Fine."

But that didn't improve things too much. The next day, my eyes red, I talked to my parents again.

"Dad, umm....don't get mad but you snore just as bad as them."

"What nonsense? I don't snore!" my dad said defensively. "Not too loudly anyway. If I did snore that bad, your mother wouldn't be able to sleep either. You are just acting like that princess from the story of the princess and the pea."

"I have been telling you for 20 years that you snore. And snore bad." my mom laughed and said. "Just because I have managed to adapt and ignore it doesn't mean she will be able to do it in one night."

"Whatever. Just deal with it, Urja. It's only for a few more days."

"But dad..."

"What do you want me to do? Book your highness into a hotel?"

"No....but I could spend the night at Neha's place."

"No way!" my dad said. "A sleepover at Neha's? I don't trust her. And I especially don't trust her brother."

Neha and her family had a bit of a reputation in our stolid middle class neighborhood. She had recently started smoking. Her mom used to smoke and drink too. And her brother who was in college was known to be a bit of a Casanova about town.

"Dad, it's just for a few days."

"No! Why don't you sleep at Priti's place instead?"

"She and her parents have gone to Nagpur for a month. There's no one home." my mom said.

"Kirti?"

"Her place is smaller than ours and they also have guests. Neha's is the only option, dad."

"You are NOT living with that family!" my dad raised his voice. Then he seemed to think of something. "Here's an idea. Sleep on the roof."

"On the roof?" my mom yelled. "What's wrong with you?"

"Why, what's wrong with that? We used to sleep on the roof of our house all the time in my family during summer. It's nice. Looking at the stars."

"I know. So did I. But our roof isn't safe. It doesn't have a parapet."

"So? She isn't 5 anymore to just roll off the roof and fall. And she doesn't sleepwalk."

"You are not forcing my only child to sleep on that parapet-less roof! You go sleep on the roof if you want! And terrorize the birds with your snoring!"

"Fine! I will sleep on the roof."

"No wait!" I interjected.

I had been silent since they started talking about the roof because I had been thinking. Thinking naughty thoughts. On the roof. Completely alone. All night. Ah the possibilities! Of course I didn't sleepwalk. Or roll enough to fall off the roof. This....this had potential. No, it had to be me. Not dad.

"Mom, it's okay. I'll sleep on the roof. It's been so hot anyway. And dad refuses to buy an air conditioner."

"Ohoho! Air conditioner? What else do you want, a chauffeur driven Rolls Royce? You need to start acting your age, Urja."

"Forget the AC. I am saying I want to sleep on the roof."

"But Urja..." mom stepped in.

"Relax mom. Dad is right. I am not a baby. And I will sleep several feet away from the edge."

"I don't know about this. Our building doesn't even have a watchman. What if some vagabond sees her, comes up when she is sleeping and...."

"Mom!"

"We don't live in Bihar! This is a safe neighborhood. And besides, she can just bolt the roof door shut when she sleeps." 

All day, I did my best to hide my excitement at the idea of sleeping on the roof. In my mind, I kept imagining different scenarios of nakedness. Until then, my boldest naked adventures had been when my parents went out for a couple of hours. I would strip naked, make sure the windows were closed, and walk around the house like that for a while. But my parents were homebodies so such opportunities were few.

At 11 PM that night, I walked up the stairs behind my dad as he carried a rolled up gaddi, bed sheet, pillow, and a blanket to the roof for me. I had with me just my walkman, a bottle of water, and a wind-up alarm clock. The roof was illuminated by two regular light bulbs on walls in opposite ends. Dad put down the bedding, made sure the bolt on the door worked and left.

"Be downstairs by 7! You have to make tea and breakfast for the guests tomorrow."

"Yes dad."

"Keep the door bolted. And only open it if it's me or your mother."

"Yes dad."

"Only us. If one of the neighbors comes, well, they're all generally nice people. But still, no taking chances. Refuse to open the door and ask them to talk to me."

"Yes dad."

"Okay. Be down by 7." He said and left. I bolted the door behind him. And so it began.

After dad left, I waited for about 10 minutes to make sure he wasn't coming back to give me more instructions. Meanwhile I walked around and conducted a detailed reconnaissance of my surroundings. We had lived in that neighborhood for many years so I knew it well, but I still needed to reacquaint myself with it, considering what I had in mind.

The biggest plus was that even at just four floors, our building was the tallest for about 300 meters in each direction. This was a relatively new part of town that had been just fields and barren land until 15 years ago and was still under development. So there was no one with a direct view of my roof at the same level as me for some distance. To the north of the building was open space which had only recently been approved for development by the town. That open space had some trees, some bushes, some hillocks - the typical Maharashtra countryside for about a kilometer and then there was a line of small hills. To the east was a grid of intermittent houses and empty plots. To the west were two rows of double storey houses, and then a small two-lane road which saw very little traffic at night. Beyond it were empty plots. And to the south was one big double storey house with a big garden, beyond it was another small road, and beyond it was an empty playground.

I walked around the roof to see how much of the surrounding houses and their roofs and windows I could see. I was glad to note that I could only see the adjoining houses from the absolute edge of the roof. So as long as I stayed away from the edge, I was hidden from their view. When I moved away from the edge and towards the middle, I could still see houses that were further away, so presumably I would be visible from there too. But I could hardly make out anything in too much detail in on the roofs of those houses or through their windows, which by the way, were mostly dark even then. It was the same with the tall buildings way in the distance. I couldn't make out much about them so unless there was someone sitting in the window with binoculars, I was practically invisible to them.

I was concerned about the two light bulbs though. I was counting on the cover of darkness for my activities and although these bulbs weren't super bright, they were still enough to illuminate anything on the roof for anyone looking in that direction. How could I turn those off? In fact who turned them off and on everyday? Were they always lit? I tried to remember. 

I had been to the roof just twice before in all those years. Like my mom said, the roof didn't have parapets, so families with kids, which was pretty much our entire building's population, had no reason to go up there. In fact the roof used to be kept locked until a year before when there was a small comet in the sky (Swift Turtle was its name if memory serves). Once the comet started being discussed in the media, people started going up to the roof. And after the comet disappeared, I guess no one remembered to lock up the roof again. One of my visits was for watching the comet for a school assignment with a few friends, one of whom had brought her dad's binoculars. The other time was several years ago when one of the neighbors who had a copy of the key took us kids there under the supervision of our parents to light some expensive fireworks he had won in a Diwali contest.

I tried to find switches for the light bulbs. Couldn't see any switches. I followed the wiring as it went around the stucco wall to the edge of the building and then down. Great! Maybe the switches were in one of the top floor apartments. Even if I had planned on just sleeping and not doing anything else, having those bulbs on would have been a nuisance. I am a very light sleeper and it doesn't take geriatric snores to rouse me. I mad a mental note to figure out how to turn the light bulbs off the next night. For that night, well, I'd just have to be extra careful and not try too much.

I walked around the roof again, to make sure I hadn't missed anything else of note. I also noticed that the two roads near my house didn't have much traffic at all this close to midnight. Maybe one vehicle every five minutes or so. In a couple of hours, I was sure the road would be almost completely empty. On the roof itself, there wasn't much. There were some old discarded pipes in one corner next to an old steel trunk. Out of curiosity, I opened the trunk and saw it was half full of some old rusty tools like hammers and spanners. I remembered that the building had changed some piping a couple of years ago. Maybe the workers had left behind their old tools that no one bothered to discard.

Satisfied with the reconnaissance mission, I sat down on the bedding and looked around. Yup, from that angle, the closest thing I could see was about a kilometer away. I laid down, and all I could see was the dark sky, stars, and the top of the hills in the distance. I covered myself with the blanket. Then threw it off. Although it wasn't very hot at night, it still was too warm for a blanket. And I lay there, contemplating the full extent of what I was planning to do. I was dressed in my usual sleeping clothes, which consisted of track pants and a cotton t-shirt. 

As I replayed in my mind some of the naked fantasies I had had recently, my hand slipped into my track pants and inside my panties. Gently, I started teasing my clit. I had discovered masturbation relatively recently. Living in a tiny apartment with homebody parents meant I barely had any privacy for it. My only options were during shower or late at night in bed. Here, in the open, it felt even more thrilling. And the first time, I brought myself off pretty quickly.

I checked the clock. It was close to midnight. I mentally went over the broad plan I had formed for the night. I would sleep for a couple of hours. Set an alarm for 2:30 AM. By this time, I guessed almost everybody in my timezone would be fast asleep. At that point....well...I'd see what to do. I set the alarm, closed my eyes, and tried to sleep. Tried. very hard. Counted sheep, counted the stars in the sky, but to no avail. I was too excited about the night to sleep. So I just lay there, staring at the stars and making mental checklists.

Out of habit, my hand went behind my back to the clasp of my bra. I slept with the bra on at night, but usually unhooked it and then hooked it back again on waking up. I had only started doing this recently. My growth spurt had come relatively later than other girls. And in the last year or so, my boobs had grown about one size and started filling out too. I usually slept on my side, and the bra had started feeling very uncomfortable recently as gravity pushed the growing mass of my boobs against the cups and put strain on the straps. So I unhooked the bra.

Then I had a thought. Why not just take it off completely? Laying there, I was virtually invisible anyway. So I pulled the bra out of my t-shirt sleeves and put it under my pillow. My nipples rubbed against the shirt front and I realized they were hard. There. First step. When I came up, I was wearing four articles of clothing. Now it was just three. That turned me on again. So I slipped my hand into my panties again. But then stopped. I needed to pace myself. And I also needed some motivation to go through with what I wanted. So I made a resolution. I would not masturbate again until I was completely naked.

A while later, I sat up. The clock said it was almost 1 am. For almost an hour, all I had heard was the occasional sound of a passing vehicle. And that too, just a handful of times. No one had come or gone out of my building based on the total science. The world seemed completely asleep. And from where I saw sitting, I was nearly invisible to anyone in a viewable radius. Even with the dim light bulbs on. Okay...time for the next step.

In one swift motion I took my t-shirt off. And was completely topless. No bra, no shirt. I slowly reclined back. My boobs....oh to have that firmness back again....looked magnificent to me. Staring at the stars, I spelled out what had just happened. I was on the roof of my building, topless. In a society where, at least back then, even tank tops were considered too risque, I was topless. My boobs were out in the open.

I got used to that feeling and then considered moving around the roof. Where I was was so invisible, I might as well have been topless in a closed bathroom. But I couldn't bring myself to just stand up. What if by chance, someone was on the roof of one of the houses and saw me? So I got on all fours and started crawling. My boobs swung back and forth as I crawled. I reached the eastern edge of the roof and peered over. All was quiet and dark. Except for the street lights in the distance and one porch light on a house a couple of blocks away, there wasn't a soul in sight. 

Slowly, I rose while still in my knees. There. Now I was in full view of anyone watching from the east. Which of course, no one was. I got down on all fours and crawled to the southern edge. Kneeled there for a minute. Then the Western edge. Kneeled there too. By the time I crawled to the northern edge, I was feeling a lot bolder. Plus, there were no houses or buildings to the north. It was just open space. I peered carefully and made sure no one was there either. And then, heart pounding loudly, I stood up. The light from the bulbs was the dimmest here so it was like I was in the dark.

I stood like that, continuously scanning the surroundings to make sure no one walked out of their house or drove up to my building or something. Nothing. A few minutes went by. I was getting really turned on. My nipples were harder than I had ever known them to be. I desperately needed release. But I had also promised myself something about that. But was it too early to take the next step?

That's when I had a tiny epiphany. Let's say someone did see me. How much of a difference would it make in terms of scandalousness whether I was topless or naked? Not much. So once I was showing something, what difference did it make if I was showing everything? 

My hands went to my waist and started pushing my pants and panties down by themselves. I wasn't telling them to, not consciously. They were doing it anyway. And soon, I was completely naked. I stepped out of my pants. And stood there, naked as the day I was born. 




Streaky Confessions Ch. 02



I was so horny that I didn't have the patience to even return to the bedding. I just sprawled out near the southern age, feeling the harsh concrete floor rub against my ass and my back as I started fingering myself again. And I came really really hard. Harder than every before. Thankfully I am not a vocal cummer or it would have woken up the entire neighborhood. And after cumming once, I wasn't done. I just stayed there, naked, and brought myself off once more. Wow, this had been easier and faster than I had expected, I thought to myself as I stared at the stars. Then I saw one of the stars moving. It was a satellite, I realized. Heh, technically whoever was operating that satellite could see me, naked and sprawled on the roof of my building. Only if they knew where to point their lens. 

I got up to walk back to the bedding, my pants in my hand. That's when there was the faint sound of an engine in the distance. Instantly, I dropped to hands and knees. It was a motorcycle on the road to the West. he kept driving straight. It's not likely that he could have noticed me from that distance and in the dim light. As I crawled back to the bedding, the light from the bulbs got brighter. And I felt really conscious. I had to figure out how to turn them off soon. Once on the bed, I put my clothes back on. I was feeling sleepy all of a sudden. I put my head on the pillow, shut my eyes, and before I knew it I was dreaming.

I woke up in panic to a shrill sound. Shit! I had forgotten to turn the alarm off! I quickly reached for it and silenced it. In the utter silence of the night, the alarm had sounded cacophonous. It seemed loud enough to have woken up the entire building if not the neighborhood. I lay there listening for any signs of movement in the vicinity. But all was quiet. I walked around the roof and surveyed the surroundings again. Everything looked as calm and deserted as an hour ago.

Time for an encore. I stripped off my clothes, this time standing in the spot where the light from the bulbs was the brightest. It seemed like the natural next step. Looking back, I realized that I had the concepts of gradually taking slightly bigger and bigger risks down from the beginning. Baby steps. But while each step was small, I also seemed to be taking the steps in quick succession. In a couple of hours, I had gone from feeling proud of being bra-less while horizontal on the floor to being completely naked while standing with light bathing me.

I walked to the edges pretty rapidly again, this time confident that no one was around to see me. I strolled around the roof for ten minutes and another big milestone came when a car passed along the Western rode, but instead of panicking, I just stepped behind a wall. And when the car had receded into the distance, continued my walk. During this leisurely walk, I thought a lot more about what I was doing, how awesome it was, and also how dead I would be if caught. I played with my boobs, rubbing my nipples. I swayed my ass a little while walking, running my hands over it a few times. 

After about four slow rounds of the roof, I stood near the door of the roof. It was bolted. Without really making a conscious decision or having a concrete plan about what to do next, I started opening the bolt. It was tight and rusty so made a short screeching sound. That made my heart jump out of my mouth and I looked around me again to make sure there were no spectators for my adventure. A minute later when there was no movement or action, I gradually opened the door.

What was I doing? What was the plan here? I asked myself. Just explore a little, I answered myself. I stepped into the tiny space at the top of stairs. From where I stood, there were just walls around me and one flight of stairs going down. After that flight, the stairs turned 180 degrees, and 15 steps down - humanity. Three doors. Neighbors. Moms and dads and grandpas and grandpas and kids. People I had known most of my life.

I sat down on the step at the top of the stairs, my breasts swaying as I did so. A minute later, still in the sitting position, I slid one step further down. Then another. Then another. Until I was at the end of my "safe silo" so to say, the zone from where I was completely invisible. Now to proceed further, I would have to turn around the concrete banister. I got on my hands and knees and poked my head around it first. The floor was illuminated with a white fluorescent tube light. The doors were shut. Another step and I could walk down the stairs. And if by chance if someone heard me and opened the door, they would catch me completely naked. What would my mom and dad say? Or do? They'd probably marry me off to the first match they could find.

Suddenly, I lost nerve, and sprinted back up the stairs to the safety of the roof. I bolted the door shut behind me. Got dressed and tried to fall asleep. Soon, I had succeeded.



Streaky Confessions Ch. 03



The next day my mother was a little annoyed that I took a long nap in the afternoon instead of helping her clean the kitchen. I had been on pins and needles all day, and that stress in addition to not getting too much sleep the previous night had drained me.

Dad had warned me to come down by 7 am. I found myself awake at 530 am, with about thirty thousand birds chirping. When the sun started coming up and I saw my surroundings bathed in daylight, it really sank in. The full scope of what I had done. In the light of day the roof looked so.....visible, accessible, noticeable. I walked to the southern edge and as long as I did so, I noticed a couple of people walking on the road look up in my direction for a moment. The silence was giving way to noises of the Indian middle class waking up. The tinny music of All India Radio, random roosters crowing in the distance, newspaper vendors and milk men ringing their bicycle bells, and occasionally a dog barking. And of course, the damn birds still at it.

I went downstairs to our apartment. Everyone was already up. 

"Look at Urja! Positively radiating energy!" one of the old ladies said as I walked in.

"Excuse me?"

"One day of sleeping out in the open and see how her skin glows." she said, pulling me down next to her and running a hand over my cheeks.

"Yes, ayurveda experts also say that we should all sleep in the open. It's the ozone in the morning." the other old lady said, without bothering to explain how ayurveda and ozone go together.

"Urja, come help me in the kitchen." my mom called out. 

I walked in, uncertain if the supposed glow was a result of the ozone or residual excitement from my adventures the previous night. Like most girls in middle class suburban India, I didn't exactly lead a life full of adventure and excitement. Nor did I have the ups and downs of a budding love life that others my age had in more open societies. At Neha's place, her parents had gotten a cable connection. On which one channel, Star TV, aired American shows. The life of American high schoolers portrayed in those shows was so much more exciting than my staid life. So what I had done the previous night was far and beyond the most excitement I had ever felt.

That entire day I felt like some General in an army, going over the landscape and obstacles and dangers in my mind repeatedly, and making plans and counter-plans. At times I would get carried away with the extent of my ambitions. I caught myself thinking about how great it would be to walk on one of those roads, and scolded myself for even considering it. I was an 18 year old girl in a small town in India, not somewhere in the South of France where they apparently walk around naked in public and no one notices. It was a thrill to do what I was doing, but I always had to keep safety in mind first.

I have always been a very methodical goal-oriented person. It's an approach I take to everything in my life and has contributed to my success in academics, and then my career, and also for the most part in my personal life. I take risks but they are calculated risks informed by all the dangers and possible pitfalls. So that day, I chalked out detailed plans for the night. As the plans took shape, I also made a list of some essential facts I needed to be aware of. I did some homework and gathered as much crucial information as I could for my plans.

That second night, I listened to music on my walkman until about 2 AM. I decided that the previous night, I had been lucky getting away with starting so early. I couldn't repeat that mistake. Especially since I had decided to cross new frontiers. Also, putting an alarm on was foolhardy. Better to just stay awake.

At 2, I opened the roof door and stepped inside. Took off my flip flops that, like all flip flops, made a slapping noise when I walked. Clad in the four garments like the start of the previous night, I started slowly walking down the stairs. I made sure that I was walking very gingerly almost on my tiptoes so I wasn't making any sound. I walked down to the fourth floor. Stood there for a minute and strained my ears to detect any signs of activity inside the apartments on that floor. All was quiet. Then down to the third floor. A minute there. Then the second floor in front of my home, then the first floor, and then finally the ground floor. 

At the ground floor of our building, there was a a short passage about 5 feet wide leading to the first flight of stairs. One one side of the passage were all the letterboxes for the building. On the opposite side next to the flight of stairs was a big switchboards. It had black rectangular electricity meters for all the apartments in the building, with the silver coils moving slowly. There were also a bunch of switches and buttons that controlled a bunch of things around the building. Like the water pump, the gear boxes, the lights around the outside of the building and yes, as I had found out by casually asking my dad, switches for the light bulbs on the roof. 

I opened the gauze door of the switchboard, and gently switched off the two buttons I now knew controlled the bulbs on the roof. Then I walked back to the small space around the ground floor apartment doors. There was a tube light there with a switch on the wall. I turned it off and the ground floor went dark. I climbed half the steps up to the first floor and waited to see if anyone inside the houses had somehow noticed that the lights were off. Then I did the same on the first floor and waited. No signs of life. I slowly and quietly walked all the way up to the roof, turning off the tube lights on each floor. 

As I turned the lights off on the fourth floor and walked to the roof, I noticed how dark the building now seemed. It resembled the way it looked when we had occasional power cuts (back then, they were only occasional). I walked out to the roof and marveled at how completely dark it was now that I had switched the light bulbs off. The moon was just a very tiny sliver. Now there was no way anyone in the vicinity could see me even if I did a naked belly dance on the roof.

I stepped back through the door, stripped on the top of the stairs, and folded up my clothes and left them in a pile in the corner. I then walked out to the roof, and strolled around it. With the lights off, it held absolutely no risk or peril. I surveyed the four sides of the building and saw that everything was as dead as the previous night. After about ten minutes of walking on the roof and getting used to my nakedness, I walked back to the stairs. For my next "assignment".

Fully naked, I started walking down the dark staircase. My heart started pounding as I approached the fourth floor apartment doors. This was by far the riskiest situation I had put myself in. On the roof, with the door bolted, there was protection between me and someone who might catch me. But here, I was leaving it up to luck. If someone in one of the apartments woke up right now, notice that there was no light coming from under the door, and opened it to check it out, they would see me. Yes, it was completely dark, but there was enough ambient light for them to recognize me and the fact that I was naked.

So yes, there was risk. A low probability risk but risk nonetheless. However, it's the risk that was giving me the thrill. I stood in front of the closed doors for about a minute. Then my heart started pounding really hard as I walked down further. 

Now although the risk of getting caught was still the same - that someone might open the door and catch me, the path to self-rescue was getting harder. If someone had opened the door on the fourth floor, I could just sprint back to the top of the stairs, put my clothes on and save myself from further shame. But now, my clothes were two flights of stairs up. Yep, shit was getting real!

With super careful steps, making no sound with my feet at all and even breathing really softly, I walked down further. To the second floor. As soon as I saw the door to my apartment, with my dad's name on it and a marigold garland at the top that I had made, I was hit by a surge of panic. What the fuck was I doing? I was in my building, completely naked. With just a door separating me from my parents who would kill me if they walked out and caught me.

That panic made me turn around and sprint back up the stairs, my boobs making a soft slapping noise as they rose and fell. Within 30 seconds, I was back at the top of the stairs, breathless, and holding the pile of my clothes in my hand. As the panic receded, the my bold adventurous side took charge, scolding me for being such a wimp for no real reason. I had totally given up on my plan. Yeah well, it was risky, protested my cautious side. The two sides finally reached a compromise.

A couple of minutes later, with some courage surging through my veins again, I started walking down the stairs again. But this time, I held the pile of my clothes in my hands. So if the unthinkable did happen, I could at least get dressed right away, and not be forced to be naked in front of people for a long time. Nothing else had changed. Everything was still dark and quiet. 

I retraced my steps down the floors, my clothes clasped against my breasts. On the 2nd floor, I avoided looking at my door so I wouldn't get overcome by fear again. Soon I was almost at the ground floor. I stayed crouched behind the bottom banister, just in case someone was walking into the building right this minute this late at night. Our town didn't really have much of a nightlife, with even the late film shows ending at midnight. But occasionally there were buses or trains that got delayed, and people traveled a lot in the month of May. So there was a chance some late night traveler might walk in just as I was shamelessly parading around naked.

But unless the travelers were a bunch of cats, I would surely hear them coming. The sound of a rickshaw engine and footsteps. I stayed hidden behind the banister for a minute and made sure there was absolutely no sound. Then I poked just my head around it.

The entrance passage faced south, so it was on the side with the big double storey house and the big garden. Luckily the house itself was a little further up and right opposite the entrance passageway of my building were just some shrubs. I stared at the garden beyond the barbed wire fence separating the two properties to guard against the unlikely possibility of someone being right there in the garden at 3 AM. There was no one. I noted how blase I had become about the apartment doors by now. There I was, buck naked, worrying about if someone was in the garden. All the while, if one of the people staying on the ground floor opened their door, they'd get a nice view of my ass. In the dark, but still. 

With the clothes still in my hands, I came out from behind the banister and walked down the last staircase. And now I was standing completely naked at the entrance passage of my building. I took a few more steps until I was right at the entrance of the passageway and poked my head out.

There was about 15 feet of land between where I was standing and the barbed wire fence. There were a couple of trees on our side of the fence, and parked all around that space were a bunch of scooters, mopeds, motorcycles, and bicycles. No one in our building still had a car. In 1993 in India, cars were only owned by the super rich. I looked to the left, towards the east where from my previous homework I knew that from this angle, there was just an empty plot and the house beyond that plot had no windows at the back. To my right, or to the West, was the main gate of my building, closed for now, and beyond it was a house facing in my direction. Its windows were completely dark.

Standing there with the clothes in my hand, I felt that I was somehow "cheating", The clothes provided a fail safe that made this way too safe to be challenging. Now that I had ventured all the way down without any incident, I started feeling bolder. I walked back up the stairs slowly and kept the clothes near the roof door. And I started walking back down the stairs, completely naked. 

As I walked down, my pussy started getting wet and I was tempted to go back to the roof and masturbate. But I couldn't do that. I hadn't completed the task I promised myself I would before doing that. 

I was back at the outside edge of the entrance passage for my building. I craned my neck and made sure that the garden and the houses nearby were still completely dark. There was one final bit of checking to do. And it was the riskiest one. Because to do that, I would have to come out in the open. It was making sure that everyone in my building, at least on this side, was asleep. That all windows were dark. And all the balconies were empty. It's not something I could check by just hiding in the passage. Everything sounded quiet but I needed visual confirmation.

So with my heart thumping, I took a few steps towards the fence. My back was still towards the building. If someone was in their window or balcony, they had a great view of my naked ass right now. These were a couple of tube lights on this side of the building that I had not switched off in order to not raise too many suspicions. No one was likely to know that the tube lights in the stairs or the lights on the roof were off. But the lights along the side of the building were in full view of rooms. If they were switched off, someone might come down to investigate.

As a result, after spending the last hour or so in darkness, I was again in an area bathed by light. Light by which, if someone was around, they could clearly see me. They couldn't see my face, but I was the only female resident of the building of my age and built, so it would have been pretty easy to guess my identity. So by turning around and showing my face, I wasn't giving them any new information. But to get the information I needed, I had to turn around.

Fearing the worst, I slowly turned around. Immediately I felt a lump in my throat. Because the building looked so big, so expansive. In reality it was just a dozen or so windows and 10 balconies, five on each side of the entrance going all the way up. But looking at the sheer scope of the risk of exposure, I balked. I ran back to the safety of the passage, breathing hard. I tried to gather my thoughts. From what I had seen in a couple of seconds, all windows did seem dark, although most of them were open, as they were bound to be in the hot weather. All balconies, as far as I could recall, were completely dark as well.

A couple of minutes later, I felt brave enough to venture out again. I did so, facing the building and stepping backwards. Yes indeed, everything was dark and quiet. As I stood there, completely naked on ground that I had once played hopscotch as a little girl on, I sensed a mixture of exhilaration and relief. I had taken a big step in going out like this, sans the protection of closed doors. I was in a relatively well lit area, taking the risk of being seen by one or more of the 40 or so residents of the apartments facing the south side of the building. Including, my parents, whose bedroom faced this way.

If someone had seen me without realizing it, they would surely have cried out in surprise. Or turned the lights on for a better look. After standing there naked for a full minute, when nothing happened, I was confident that I was unseen. I looked around to make sure the windows of the houses nearby were still dark as well. Then I started walking west to complete the challenge I had set myself - to walk naked around the building. 

After a few steps I moved closer to the side of the building and walked along it. If someone did come out, at least I could hide behind one of the scooters parked there. Constantly looking around me and treading carefully, I reached the southwest corner of the building. From there, I turned right, and still partly hidden by the side of the building, surveyed my surroundings again. 

First the building itself. Its windows and buildings were completely dark here too. But there were two more tube lights along the side, something I had noted during the day when I did my homework. That was because this is where there was the maximum space between the building and the fence, about 35 feet. This is where kids would play cricket or badminton. The extra lights allowed them to play even after it got dark. I myself had played there many times.

On the other side of the fence were two double storey houses. Both also looked completely dark. Straight ahead past the south fence was the open area which was dark and empty. I counted to five, and then started walking, slowly, naked and tense, along the building. At the halfway mark, I came to the most brightly lit portion, and that somehow made me feel a hint of panic and I sprinted the rest of the way to the northwest corner. I turned around to make sure everything was still dark and quiet.

The northern side was the easiest of the lot. The gap between the building and the fence was the narrowest, less than ten feet, and there were a couple of trees and a lot of plants and shrubs. Also, there were no lights mounted on the walls in the back of the building. And beyond the fence was just the empty space. So with all windows and balconies dark, the side was very dark. And even if someone did step out, it was unlikely that they could make out I was even naked, forget being recognized. I walked without any worry to the northeast corner. 

On the east there was a house, completely dark. There were a couple of tube lights but by now I had gotten used to the level of lighting. And felt renewed confidence from the fact that I had come all the way down the stairs and crossed more than half the building's perimeter by now. I quickly made sure the windows and balconies were dark, and calmly walked to the southeast corner, then without stopping turned and almost sprinted to the passage and entered it.

I had done it! I had completed my task! This meant I could reward myself!

I sprinted up the stairs naked, my boobs jumping up and down, and one I reached the last flight of stairs, I couldn't even make it all the way up to the roof. I just plonked my ass down on one of the steps and started pleasuring myself. I noticed that my virgin pussy was wetter than it had ever been. If there had been a man around, I was horny enough to just let him take me. I closed my eyes, replayed my adventure, and in a few minutes, had a monster orgasm that it took a lot of effort to not scream through. I took a short break and then brought myself of again.

With the ecstasy of my recent orgasms and the achievement of that naked hike, I was feeling emboldened. Wow, this was easy, I thought to myself. I always knew that my town and especially my neighborhood slept early. But I had no idea they slept so deep. I started walking down the stairs completely naked. 

The second time, I was more confident. Or more reckless, if you will. Because I didn't check my surroundings too well. Just cursory glances. Luckily, nothing went wrong. The world around me was still sleeping. Before I knew it, I was back at the northeast corner. Before turning around though, I had an impulse. To masturbate right there, laid out on the ground. The north side was completely dark anyway. So I laid down on the ground, feeling mud, grass and pebbles rub against my back and my ass. And then staring at the dark windows and balconies, played with my throbbing clit in a leisurely fashion for a good ten minutes before cumming. And then, without incident, walked back to the roof. 

The clock said it was a little past 4. Where had the time gone? As I strolled naked on the dark roof, a couple of small trucks drove by the western road. In the safety of darkness, I barely registered their presence. A few minutes later, something flickered in the periphery of my vision. A light had come on in a house a couple of rows west of my building. I didn't worry about being seen, but still moved to the other side of the roof. A few minutes later, a light came on in another house on that side. Well, the world was slowly starting to wake up. I brushed the grass and dust sticking to my butt and decided to call it a night. I walked back to the top of the stairs where my clothes were, put them on, and went to sleep.



Streaky Confessions Ch. 04



"So you're going to take long naps from now on? Are you growing up or getting younger?" mom scolded me at about 6 PM when I woke up from a 5 hour nap.

"Sorry mom."

"What's wrong with you anyway? It's not like you're doing anything tiring." she touched my forehead.

"Yes I am, mom. Last night, I was up till 4 during which I climbed up and down the stairs half a dozen times. I ran around the building a couple of times. I was naked all the time by the way. And you don't think masturbating so many times takes a toll? It can all get pretty tiring."

Obviously, that's what I said in my mind, not out loud. Just yawned and rubbed my eyes.

"You're not getting sick from sleeping on the roof are you?" she touched my forehead. "It can get cold in the morning."

"No, it's fine."

"Still, this sleeping on the roof seems to be throwing your schedule off. Enough of it."

"No mom, it's fine."

"I am going to tell your father to sleep up there tonight."

"NOOO!" I protested a little too loudly.

"What's the matter with you?" mom said, surprised at my vehemence.

"It's.... I don't know mom. It feels nice. I like looking at the stars. And waking up to the rising sun. And the birds."

"Really?" mom looked at me skeptically. "You think I don't know what's going on?"

"What?" my throat went dry.

"I know you Urja. I've seen you grow. I know why you are so sleep deprived."

There was no way she would have waited till now if she actually knew. Right?

"It's that damned walkman."

Phew!

"I don't know why you kids today need these newfangled devices" (Yes, I get the irony of writing a line in 2013 about a walkman being a newfangled device)

"Mom, come on."

"I am sure you are up till late listening to that stupid walkman. Destroying your sleep cycle and wasting batteries."

I just decided to take it on the chin and look contrite.

"If you want to sleep up there again, no walkman. Just go up and sleep."

"Okay mom." Who needed a walkman anyway?

There were only two nights before the old ladies were on their way. Who knew when I would get a valid excuse to be alone at night on the roof again? I started constructing plans to make the most of the remaining two nights.

Late that night I started with what I now considered just simple warm-up. Naked strolls on the roof, then a naked trek down the stairs, turning off the lights along the stairs and so on. I also went for two quick naked hikes around the building. By 230 AM, I had been completely naked for an hour without my heart racing even once. And the surroundings had been as dead and dark as ever. I was now ready and excited about my next challenge which was going to be a big one. 

It was really going to push up the risk of the possibility of self-rescue without really having me chart any new territory. I would still be naked only in areas I had already "conquered" but there would be a challenge nonetheless. 

Remember that steel trunk full of old tools in a corner of the roof next to old pipes? I walked to it with my clothes in my hand. From the pocket of the pants, I took out a lock that I had hidden there at home when my mom wasn't looking. I put my clothes inside the trunk on top of the tools. Then for good measure, I also put the blanket, the bed sheet and the pillow cover in there, so I had absolutely nothing to cover myself with. Then I closed the trunk and locked it. Making sure that the lock was firmly secured, I walked to the northeast edge of the roof. 

The plan was simple. I'd throw the key down, this forcing me to be deprived of my clothes unless I retrieved the key. Then I'd walk down to where the key was, find it, come back to the roof and open the trunk. Simple plan, right? What actually happened shows how even the most methodical and careful 18 year old can still fail to foresee certain complications. And how stupid I was.

Well, I wasn't completely stupid. I did think of some possible complications. For example, I didn't want to key to accidentally fall in one of the balconies and make it impossible to retrieve without knocking on their door buck naked. So I chose a part of the roof under which there were no balconies. I also didn't want it to get stuck in a tree, so I planned to aim away from the trees. And I didn't want it to bounce off an open window and accidentally fall inside one, so I aimed away from them too. In short, I aimed for a spot that I thought was ideal. And easy to retrieve from. 

I took aim and threw the key. Except, regardless of how well you do in physics in school, it is not always easy to understand how physics practically plays out. I was worried about avoided the tree and the windows. So worried that at the last moment, I threw the key a little harder than I should have. I watched in horror as it fell and traced a path wider than I had expected. And it was dark so I couldn't see exactly where it fell, but I got the feeling it fell a little too close to the fence for my comfort. And there was a chance it might have fallen over the fence. One the other side. In the open field.

"SHITSHITSHIT!" I whispered to myself and ran to the steel trunk. It was an old trunk. Maybe I could pry one edge of the lid open enough to pull out my clothes. No chance. I pulled the lock a couple of times, more as a futile attempt than out of any realistic expectation of it giving way. Then I picked up one of the old pipes and tried to use it as a lever to break the bolt which the lock had closed. Nope, no chance. I simply wasn't strong enough. 

My science teacher had told us about Archimedes saying that given the right fulcrum and a place to stand, he could lift the earth. Well Archie old pal, try prying this trunk open first, I thought to myself. No matter what fulcrums and levers and pivot points I used, I couldn't open the trunk. I considered bashing the lock open with the pipes, but I had two 

concerns. One that I probably wasn't strong enough to break the lock anyway. And two, it would create a ruckus that might rouse people on the top floor who would then come to examine what was happening. And find me naked, crouched over a steel trunk.

I hyperventilated for a while before talking myself down. Remember, I told myself, you just think the key has fallen over on the other side. For all you know, it has fallen on this side of the fence. Your luck has been good so far. Don't count it out. And even if it has fallen over on the other side, you can climb through the barbed wire fence and retrieve it. You've done it many times before when playing hide and seek or cops and robbers. Either way, there's no point thinking you're Hercules and trying to break open this trunk. Best to just go down to that spot, where you have already gone naked 4 times in the last 2 days, and retrieve the keys.

It was, as I had read in a book recently, a fait accompli. I managed to calm myself down and set off on the mission. This was just a minor hiccup, I told myself. I just needed to go, retrieve the key, and make things right. Just a small hiccup, I repeated to myself as I walked down the dark stairs down to the entrance passage. 

I was preoccupied with thinking if I would need to get a tetanus shot if the barbed wire scratched me in case I needed to cross the fence as I took a step outside the passage. That's when I heard a sound. A little later than I would have heard it if I wasn't distracted, but still just in time to jump back inside the passage. It was the sound of an auto rickshaw engine. Muttering the few obscenities I knew back then, I slowly peered out of the passage, glad that at least it was dark.

The rickshaw came to a stop outside the building's gate. I saw Mr. Bedi get out of the rickshaw, followed by Mrs. Bedi, carrying their sleeping 4 year old girl. Holy crap! What was I to do now? The first step obviously, was to run back up the stairs. They lived on the third floor. So at the very least, I had to be on the fourth floor. I sprinted up the stairs and hid behind the banister on the fourth floor.

A minute later, I heard footsteps as they walked up the stairs, and some conversation in Punjabi, which I partly understood.

"Why is it so dark?"

"Maybe there's a power cut."

"But the lights in front of the building were on."

"Maybe it's just a single phase failure."

"Let me try the switch."

And then peering down the parapet, I could see the ground floor lights come on.

"Oh, the switch was off. Maybe they forgot to turn it on."

"Weird, the whole staircase is dark!"

Their footsteps and conversation sounded so loud to me that I was sure the whole building would be awake any minute. Everyone would catch me naked. I would be dragged in front of my parents. My mom would cry as she berated me and cursed her fortune at having given birth to such a trollop. My dad would either be very angry or very ashamed. I would be confined to the house, and then married off to some old man. All because I had these stupid fantasies. And I was stupid enough to act on them.

"It happens some times." I heard Mrs. Bedi say. "I have never seen all floors dark but occasionally some floors are dark."

"Well, today, they are all dark. This is why we need a watchman."

The voices got closer and they were now on the third floor. The lights there came on too. I heard the sound of key in lock and then the door squeaking as it opened. Hidden behind the fourth floor banister, I slowly crawled up the stairs backwards. Then I almost peed in fear as I heard heavy footsteps continue to come up.

Shit! Mr. Bedi was coming up! Crawling up that way slowly, I could not reach the roof in time. In a few seconds he would come up to the fourth floor, turn the lights on, and see me naked. Worse, in the backwards crawling position I was in, he would get to see my pussy and my boobs. On the other hand, if I turned around and sprinted up, the footfalls would definitely tip him off to the presence of someone. Already suspicious about the lights, he would assume it was a thief. Even if I made it to the roof unseen and locked the door behind me, he would raise hell and wake up everyone in the building.

Either way, I was doomed. I was caught. There was nothing to do but give up. I straightened my back, and sat on the stair with my knees folded in front of me, to hide my private parts the best I could. The Bedis were nice people. Maybe I could throw myself at their mercy and beg them not to tell my parents. And maybe they would be understanding. I sure hoped they would be.

Mr. Bedi took two more steps. A few seconds now and his head would be over the banister and even in the darkness, he could have seen me. Right then,

"Where are you going?" Mrs. Bedi said.

"I thought I'd turn the fourth floor lights on too."

"Let it be. Come here and help me put her to bed. I have been carrying her up the stairs."

"Yeah, it'll just be a minute..."

"NOW!" she said in a tone I myself didn't discover I had until I got married.

"Okay okay"

I breathed a sigh of relief when the footsteps receded and the door closed. 

I slowly walked up to the top of the stairs in front of the roof door and sat there, on the verge of tears. What had I gotten myself into? This dare of locking all my clothes up had seemed like such a cool idea. And the extra thoroughness of locking the bed sheets and blanket with them now seemed even more stupid. Here I was, naked in my building, in a conservative society, with my family's honor on the line and my own reputation in serious jeopardy. In a small town like mine, you never recover from scandal of the sort I would kick up if discovered.

Even with all the distress, there was a part of me, definitely with horns and a red cape, that was turned on and naughtily pleased. That part of me also tried to calm me down or egg me on, depending on how you look at it. Think about it carefully, it said. Yes, the Bedis came home and you almost got caught. But almost. You are still safe. And even if they hadn't come home, you would still have to go behind the building and hunt the keys. It's not like you can wrap yourself in the mattress and knock on your front door. And for all you know, the key might be right there and easy to retrieve.

And come on, when you started this, surely you didn't expect not to encounter any people at all. Isn't it thrilling ALMOST getting caught but then escaping? Don't you feel the rush? Yes I do. Well, come on then!

With a new resolve I started deciding what steps to take next. Yes, the Bedis were back home. But they had come from a long train ride. They would probably be asleep soon. Yes, the stairs were now almost completely lit. But really, was their being dark anything more than just psychological protection? If someone were to step out of their home, dark or light, I would still get caught. And based on the previous two nights, I knew that it was still going to be mostly dark and quiet. It is unlikely that someone else would now come home. Lightning doesn't strike twice.

I gave the Bedis about 20 minutes to fall asleep. Then I started tiptoeing down the stairs. The fourth floor was still dark. So that was fine. Looks like Mr. Bedi hadn't come out to turn the lights on there. I stood halfway on the stairs between the third and fourth floors and listened intently. No voices coming from the Bedi residence. Maybe they had gone to bed. Slowly I started descending the stairs again. Once I crossed their door, and got to the second floor, I started feeling more confident. I considered turning the lights off again, but decided not to. If by chance Mr. Bedi decided to check again, he would definitely suspect foul play.

Soon I was at the entrance passage. Poking my head out, I checked the surroundings. All clear. Instead of taking the usual clockwise way, I took the shorter anticlockwise route to where I had thrown the key. There was an added risk with the usual route - the Bedis' apartment had windows and the balcony on that side. So it was best to avoid it in case they were still awake. 

Standing at the southeast corner, I peered over and made sure that the coast was clear. Then I turned back to make sure another late night traveler wasn't about to return. As I looked back, I couldn't help but admire how sexy my ass looked, jutting out as I bent over. What a sexy view someone would get if they were to see me from the back. Hey! Focus! I checked again to make sure the coast was clear and on tiptoes ran to the northeast corner. Made sure the northern side was completely dark. And then took a few steps towards the general spot where the key had to be.

On hands and knees, I scoured the area, doing my best to ignore naughty self-suggestions about how hot I would look if someone were to walk out into a balcony right then. My eyes got used to the darkness but I couldn't see the keys anywhere. I even looked under, inside and behind the shrubs and plants. the leaves and branches tickled my nipples as I did so, forcing me to suppress my giggles. No sign of it. I expanded my area of search. Fifteen minutes later I had scoured the entire north side of the building without any luck.

It had to be on the other side of the fence, I decided. I had thrown it far enough to avoid falling into any balcony. I made my way through the shrubs, their thorns and branches scratching my sides and my ass, and was leaning against the fence. I looked around. And almost screamed in delight as I spotted the key from a glint of the star light. It was sitting there, looking very innocent, in grass some distance from the fence. I bent down and reached out with my hand. Nope, too far. I got on my knees and inserted my leg through the fence to reach it with my toe. Gah! About 8 inches too far. I looked around for some sort of a stick or branch I could use to reach the key. Nothing.

I pulled my leg back, knowing I had to cross over. Like I had done many times before as a kid. I put my hands through the fence, then my head. And that's where the progress stopped. One of the barbs from the wire started pressing into my boobs and I stopped trying to push myself through. I remembered reading somewhere that in terms of thickness, your head is the biggest organ. If your head can make it through something, so can the rest of your body. Yeah well, that might be true for men. And flat chested women. As I gently tried different angles to make it through the fence, I realized that the rule doesn't hold for women big big breasts. The last time I had climbed through this fence was about three years ago when I was a lot less chesty than I am now.

I gave up trying to crawl through the fence and just sat on my ass in the mud trying not to acknowledge the inevitable. This challenge had just gotten a whole lot challenging. To reach the key, I would have to go back to the front of the building, open the gate, step out, walk along the houses on the west side, walk around to the back to the open fields, get the key and then come back all that way. 

By this point, I was beyond despair. I was starting to relish my predicament. I did not want to get caught. Nope, I really did not. It just gave me a thrill to think that I would somehow be getting out of this predicament too. It wouldn't be easy but it was going to be one hell of a ride. 

I got up, dusted the muck off my naked body and started walking back. I stayed cautious despite my enhanced sense of anticipation. The coast was still clear. Soon I reached the building's gate. Standing there, I was visible from two sides of the building. Obviously, no one was around or they would have yelled out. I was about to open the door when I remembered. Its hinges were drier than dinosaur fossils. The last thing I needed was to wake someone up with that screeching noise. Luckily, I realized that it was very easy to climb. It didn't have spiked on the top or anything. Great work, Mr. Architect! What was the point of the barbed wire then?

But why was I complaining? It made my life easier. I climbed over the gate, feeling distinctly uncomfortable and also unhygienic when the top bar of the gate rubbed against my inner thighs and my labia. I got down. And suddenly, felt a rush of accomplishment. I had crossed another important milestone, although I hadn't planned to cross it before. I was now out of the relative safety of my building. The small lane from the entrance of our building formed a T-junction with the lane opposite the other houses. Along that lane were some plants. I crouched behind the plants and made my way north. The porch lights of those houses were on, but these lanes had no street lights so I felt mostly safe.

I finally reached the open area past the last house. A few steps and I had to bite my fist hard to avoid crying out. I had stepped on something very sharp. Damn! I thought flip flops would be too noisy. But doing this whole thing barefoot wasn't a great idea if I was going to step off concrete. I checked my foot. No bleeding. I had stepped on a small rock with a sharp edge. But luckily it hadn't broken the skin. 

I walked more carefully, avoided any suspicious looking rocks and pebbles in the dark as I made my way towards the key. Looked around again to make sure that the windows and balconies were dark. They were. I finally made it to the key and picked it up. I kissed it a few times with relief. I have never loved a key more in my entire life, not even the keys to my first house or first car. I walked back with a sense of relief. The toughest part of the night was done. I had the key. 

I was walking back. I was in front of the first house when my throat went dry again. There was the unmistakable sound of a door opening. Instantly, I jumped into the shrubbery on the lane along my building wall, hoping it would hide me completely. I stayed completely still and listened. There was the sound of flip flops in a short distance. Moving very slowly so I didn't move the shrub and give myself away, I raised my head and looked in the direction of the sound.




Streaky Confessions Ch. 04



It was Mr. Mehta, a businessman who owned the house. He was somewhat of a minor celebrity in our neighborhood as he owned a bunch of factories and always gave a big donation to the local Ganpati celebrations. He had been the chief guest at a couple of functions in my school and had given me some awards over the years in that capacity. Getting caught by him would be so embarrassing.

He was on a terrace on the first floor of the house, about 15 feet up. He was standing there with one hand on the parapet and a cigarette in another which he lit and started smoking. I was relieved that he wasn't looking in my direction. I had apparently taken cover before he noticed me. I sat there not moving a muscle hidden in the shrubbery, hoping he would finish his cigarette soon and go back in.

Well, mostly hoping. The horned and red caped Urja started speculating. What if you move and he notices. What if you sneeze from one of these twigs poking against your nostrils? Instantly, I covered my nose. What if he notices there is someone hidden here? He will come down to investigate. Then he'll catch you naked. Maybe he will scold you, give you something to cover up and march you to your parents asking is this the sort of daughter you've raised? Or maybe something else.

Maybe he will keep quiet but for a price. In exchange for not blowing the lid on you, maybe he will ask for certain favors. He might ask you to suck his dick. You've always wondered how that would feel, haven't you? Maybe he will take you back to the field, make you get on your hands on knees and fuck you from behind. You definitely have fantasized about someone doing that. Why not him? Look at him. So fit even at his age. So polished, to distinguished, so charming, and so successful. Then maybe you and he start having an affair. His wife doesn't have to find out. Maybe he will take you to the roof and fuck you there. You want that? Oh Urja, you are such a horny slut! You want that, don't you? Just get up and walk out of the shrubs. Reveal yourself to him. Go on, do it. If you don't want to do it, why is is your finger doing what it is doing?

I didn't even realize when I had started masturbating to these fantasies. Before I could stop, I felt the orgasm hit me. And my greatest achievement until that point in my life was not moving the shrubs through that orgasm. Not moving them much anyway. And not letting out a sound. As I crouched there, breathless and exhilarated from my recent orgasm, I was sure he had seen me. And he would catch me and something would happen. I couldn't even look up at him. I just waited there for the hammer to fall.

Spoiler alert - nothing happened. He eventually finished his cigarette and went inside. I guess he didn't notice the slight movement of the shrubs that accompanied my cumming. I waited ten more minutes in the shrubs, Then still staying behind the shrubs and plants, made it back to the building. Climbed over the gate, ran up the stairs, and without any further incident, returned to the safety of the roof.  

Instantly, I plonked myself on the floor and fingered myself to two more orgasms. Only then did I go to the trunk open it and retrieve all the garments from inside. But I just sat there, naked, unable to believe whatever had just happened had actually happened. The whole thing had lasted an hour or so. I was exhausted. But I also felt so very alive!

My last challenge to myself for the night was relatively minor after all that I had been through. To watch the sunrise naked. I made sure the roof door was bolted shut, and just sat there on the bed, naked. I kept replaying the night's adventure in my mind, and masturbating. I must have cum at least a dozen times that night. In between, I examined the effects of the night's activities on my body. I wiped my pussy with the pillow cover and decided to shower with Dettol in the morning. I noticed the several scratches and bruises on my naked body and felt relieved that they were all in spots that were usually covered by my clothes. I ran fingers over the sore palms of my feet. 

Finally the eastern sky started brightening up. When the sun started peeping up from the mountains, I got in the suryanamaskar (sun salutation) position where I was on my toes and my palms, with my body arching upwards. My naked breasts were soon bathed in the gentle morning sunlight. Don't worry, I was on the bed in the middle of the roof so no one could see me. I held that position for ten minutes or so, offering my breasts to the sun god. Then for the sake of symmetry, I crouched, turned around and gave the sun a look at my ass too. Then I got dressed, and went home.



Streaky Confessions Ch. 05



My first set of naked adventures ended with that eventful night. I couldn't sleep on the roof the next night because it rained. Which was just as well. Given how rapidly I had progressed and how close I had come to getting caught - twice, I might have ended up doing something really foolish. The old ladies left and I went back to sleeping on the divan in the living room. And my life went back to regularly scheduled programming.

The rest of the summer went by pretty uneventfully, although the Bedis and Mr. Mehta must have wondered why I was blushing so much the next time I met each of them. For the first few days after the adventures, I kept waiting for the hammer to fall. I was convinced that some neighbor must have seen me gamboling about in the nude and they'd come and tell my parents about it sooner rather than later. But days turned to weeks and nothing happened. I had gotten away with it.

My 12th results came back. And they were really good. I got into a reputed engineering college in the suburbs of Bombay. I told myself this was a good thing apart from the obvious academic reasons, getting to live in a real city, and getting some time away from my controlling parents. Bombay is a city that never sleeps. It is crowded. It is loud. Living in the city in general and the college hostels in particular, I would have no opportunities to indulge in my bizarre and potentially life-destroying addiction.

As you can guess, once the exhilaration of what I had done wore off, the guilt and horror at how much I had come to close to getting caught set in. I started berating myself for having those tendencies. Never again, I promised myself.

But never say never. It happened again. This time, it was both more reckless and less reckless. More reckless because it was in a completely new and strange location. Less reckless because I didn't do too much.

In July I started engineering college. The load of studies and the renewed need for socialization and making new friends didn't leave me time for thinking about my hobby. I shared the hostel room with 2 other girls so that pretty much ended my night time masturbation. I could only do it when taking a bath, and that too not everyday, because there was always someone waiting to use the common bathrooms after me. 

College in India is not the same free social environment it is in the West. At least it wasn't in the 90s. Although I was away from my parents, the rules of our hostel were very strict. Absolutely no boys were allowed entry. We had to be back in our rooms by 9 PM. If we wanted to stay out, we had to get special permission from the warden who gave us the third degree about what we were planning to do. Some girls did sneak out to meet their boyfriends or spend time with other friends. After all, even Alcatraz was broken out of once. But I was never very bold or rebellious in that sense. 

I did get some attention from some boys in my college, but I was still mentally under my parents' moral code. No boys! So I just made friends with boys. And if someone started getting a little too involved, kept my distance and in a couple of occasions explicitly rejected them.

In October, the trekking club in our college organized a two-day trek. It was to one of the old Maratha forts near Lonavala. A relatively obscure one that the crowds usually didn't go to. It was advertised as a very challenging trek that would involve some steep climbs. We would be guided by two professors who were experienced trekkers That sounded like a challenge I could take on without destroying my life. So I signed up. And after a long argument with my parents over the phone, managed to get their permission to go.

It was a decent sized group - 22 boys and 5 girls including me, and of course the two professors. Early morning one Saturday, we took a state transport bus to the nearest stop. Hiked 6 kilometers from there to the base of the fort. And shortly after lunch, started making the climb. The climb isn't relevant here, so I'll skip over it. Suffice it to say that we made it to the top. Explored the few remaining ruins of ramparts and other fortifications. And then settled around a campfire.

Outdoorsy stuff in India is pretty basic in terms of equipment and facilities, and it was even more so back in the 90s when the economy had only just begun to take off. We couldn't afford tents or sleeping bags. We slept under the open starry sky and we slept on thick sheets and blankets. And of course, there were no toilets or portapotties at these locations. The trek leaders designated one far off area for the guys, another far off area for the girls, and that was that.

After spending several hours singing around the campfire, roasting yams and coconuts, and telling some pretty outlandish horror stories, we called an end to the proceedings shortly after midnight. before sleeping, the professors in charge sternly told us to adhere to certain rules. There was to be no hanky panky between the guys and the girls. We were to stay away from the steep edges at all costs. And when going to the designated bathroom area, always go in pairs. They repeated these multiple times. You absolutely HAD TO go in pairs even if one person didn't need to go. If someone tripped or slipped or hurt themselves or got bitten by a snake, their companion could rouse the rest of the camp for help.

I woke up a couple of hours later needing to pee real bad. Everyone else was fast asleep. I poked the girl sleeping next to me.

"Shreya, Shreya, wake up, I have to go to the bathroom."

"Mmm..ffmmmmmhhmmm..."

"Please wake up and come with me."

"Nnnnnnnnnnn."

The girl refused to wake up. I tried another girl.

"Gayatri.....Gayu...."

"Hmmm?"

"I have to go to the bathroom."

"So go! Why are you waking me up?"

"But Sir said to...."

"Screw what Sir said. They're just paranoid. This isn't Mount Everest to be so paranoid. I went half an hour ago. I didn't wake anyone up."

"But Sir said...."

"Stop being such a kid!"

So I got up and started walking towards the designated area. Maybe Gayatri was right. The climb had been difficult but the fort didn't have any sheer cliffs. Plus the moon was out. 

I walked to the designated area about 300 meters away from the campsite. It was behind a small hillock and some shrubs. I made sure I was hidden from view. And then i relieved myself. Now at this point, I wasn't even thinking about "it". It wasn't even lurking in the sidelines of my mind. My priority was just to walk back to the camp and sleep.

And then I stepped on something that made a crunching sound. It was glass from a broken beer bottle. I cursed idiots who littered such beautiful and historic places. Not only does it make those places look dirty, it also is dangerous. What if I hadn't been wearing these shoes? Something poking the feet hurts. And I remembered how my foot had hurt that time when I was trying to retrieve the key and I stepped on a jagged pebble. And that did it. "It" was in the building.

I stood there in the moonlight, staring at the campsite and wrestling with conflicting emotions. The horned me made a comeback after months. How have you been, she asked. Leading a staid life I hear. 

No, NO! Don't even mention it!

Oh come on, you know you want to do it.

Are you insane? There are all these classmates right over there. And professors! And I am already breaking their rule by being here alone.

Rules schmules! And they are all asleep.

The moon is out.

So? I am not asking you to do it right here. Look over there. That ruin you went to earlier. Just go behind it and no one will see you.

It is still too close.

All you need to do it be hidden from sight. It is certainly farther from them than the roof was from your parents.

You are insane.

You are insane to not want to do it. When are you going to get an opportunity again? This is THE perfect setting. Don't you want to see how your ass looks bathed in moonlight? You already offered it to the sun. Why play favorites?

And she wore me down. I looked back to make sure there was no movement in the camp. And I started walking to the stone ruins. It was two surviving walls of what used to be an armory. I stepped behind it. Took a deep breath. Then striped off my sweater, then my t-shirt, and then my bra. And stood there topless in the moonlight.

She was right. This felt so totally awesome under the full moon. I closed my eyes and tweaked my nipples, making them hard instantly. All the while listening to make sure there were no footsteps. From where I was standing, the edge of the hill was about 50 meters away. Beyond it were villages with a few lights. And then far in the distance, Lonavala. I looked up at the sky. The stars weren't as bright as "those" nights because of the moonlight. But I did detect another satellite moving across the sky.

Hello old friend I thought. Are you the same satellite from before, stalking me? Do you love these so much, I said in my mind, grabbing my boobs and lifting them up. It was still very quiet. Now the next step, I decided. I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them down with my panties. I tired to take them off. But then I realized my shoes were too big for my jeans to come off easily. Oh well, I was still completely naked. I turned around, crouched on the ground and made a ceremonial offering of my ass to the moon. But then she piped up.  

He won't accept it.

What?

You're cheating. You're not naked.

Of course I am! Shoes don't count.

I agree, shoes don't count. But your pants are still covering your ankles.

Oh please! What am I supposed to do? Pull them off over the shoes? Then to put them back on, I will have to take my shoes off. If someone comes looking for me, I could get caught.

Yes. So?

So?

Isn't that the thrill? The risk of getting caught?

Why did I even bother arguing with her. I found myself pulling my jeans off. It was a bit of an effort getting the shoes out of the jeans' legs. But I eventually did it. Threw them on the ground, and then crouched again. 

I took a few steps around, making sure I was still hidden by the ruin walls. Completely naked on top of a fort, able to see for miles and miles around. I sat down on the rocky ground with my knees bent and one hand behind my back. With the other hand, I started playing with myself. The thrill I got from being completely naked (except for my shoes) in the open after so long made sure I came pretty quick and pretty hard. Then I got up and decided to get back before I was caught.

I put on my bra, t-shirt and my jacket. Then my panties which easily went up past the shoes. The jeans proved much more problematic. They refused to come all the way up easily. I had to sit on my ass in my panties, and tug at the jeans hard. I would have made such a comical sight if someone had walked by right then. On my ass, bent at the waist, desperately tugging at my jeans. Finally the tugging worked and they slipped on.

I walked back to the campsite. Lay there awake for a while thinking about what I had done and how awesome it had felt doing it again.



Streaky Confessions Ch. 06



The new experience on that fort made me eager for more such adventures. But it really was impossible in Bombay living in the hostel. A couple of months later though, I caught what I thought was a break. 

We had two weeks off to study between the end of classes and the first semester finals. My initial plan was to stay in the hostel and study with my classmates. Engineering was turning out to be a lot harder than high school and I had to study almost every waking hour to feel confident. My parents had visited me in Bombay a couple of times. They found the strict hotel curfews very appropriate, were happy with the safety of the area I lived in, and more importantly, found all my friends to be "nice studious girls". So I was pleasantly surprised when they didn't insist that I come home to spend time with them like they had during every previous holiday.

A few days into the study break, I got a call from my mom.

"Urja, I have some bad news. Uncle Kamlesh passed away. Heart attack."

"Oh, I am so sorry to hear that."

"Your father and I are leaving for Ahmedabad tonight for the funeral. And we'll stay over for a couple of days."

"Should I also come?"

"No, you need to focus on your studies. Our family will understand. But do make a call to his wife."

I made the condolence call to my aunt, expressed my sympathy the best I could. To be honest, I wasn't really impacted by the death. I mean I felt bad that a relative had died, but Uncle Kamlesh and his family never really kept in touch with us too much. I had met him only a couple of times in my life. And I barely remembered what he even looked like.

I was working on a particularly vexing calculus problem when "she" spoke up. Hey, your parents are going to be out of town for a couple of days. You know what that means? No way, I replied. I have to study. Come on, there are 24 hours in a day. Yeah but after the last time, I am worried about what will happen. It's too risky. Isn't that the thrill, Urja?

I carried out an argument with myself for another hour before calling home again.

"Mom, I need to come home for a couple of days."

"What? Why?"

"There was a gas leak in our hostel. They are putting us up in another hostel for a couple of days while they fix it. But it'll get too crowded and I won't be able to study."

"But Urja, we are going to Ahmedabad."

"So? I can survive on my own. I am in college now."

"Okay I suppose. But be careful. And don't leave the gas on at home."

"Yes obviously. I will be there tomorrow."

I felt guilty lying to my mom. And was a bit worried that she might call up the hostel to ask how serious the gas leak was and find out no such thing had happened. But that didn't matter. My parents were leaving that night. I took a bus early next morning to go home. The plan was, get home by noon, study non-stop till midnight. And then.....yeah!

My rickshaw pulled up in front of the building. It was bright out. There was a lot of activity. I paid the driver, picked up my bags and walked inside the front gate when a sturdy middle aged man with thick handlebar mustaches and dressed in a khaki shirt and pants came running towards me.

"Yes madam?"

"What?"

"Visitor, madam?"

"What?"

"Who are you visiting?"

"Who are you????"

""Let her come, watchman. She lives in the flat next to ours. Goes to college in Bombay." I looked up and saw Mrs. Wagle hanging laundry in her balcony. "How are your studies going, Urja?"

"Good, aunty. Thanks." I said "We have a watchman now?"

"Yes, your parents didn't tell you? He started working only last week. There have been a few robberies in the neighborhood. So the society board decided we needed a watchman. This town is becoming so unsafe!"

"Oh, I see."

"They also put a sliding rail door at the entrance. It's locked at night."

The watchman politely took my bags and started walking. As we crossed the entrance passage I saw the rail door. It was open right now. Next to it was a chair and a stool with a visitor's log on it.

"I lock the door at 11 madam."

"Okay. And if I have to go out late?"

"I will be here all night."

"And what if you are sleeping?"

"I don't sleep at night, madam. I sleep in the afternoon. Don't worry. I used to be a subedaar in the army. I won't be like other watchmen who sleep at nights. What's the point of being a watchman and then sleeping at night?"

"Good." I said, but I was thinking BAD! Very BAD! This trip had been pointless. The building had suddenly been fortified with a secure door. And a watchman. That too an ex army guy who would be up all night.

Things went from bad to worse. After putting my bags inside and freshening up, I went for a seemingly casual stroll up to the roof. It was locked! When I was walking back down the stairs, I ran into an aunty who lived on the fourth floor. She told me that they had locked the roof after some kids went up there to play and were seen just in time. The key? it's with the building secretary and the watchman has a copy too. If people need to use the roof for things like sun drying chilies or papad, they just ask the watchman to open it.

Great! Here I was, excited about using my home as the base for my streaking adventures at night. As if a locked front entrance and a watchman weren't bad enough, even my first naked playground, the roof, was off limits. I considered asking the building secretary for a copy of the key but couldn't come up with a good excuse for why a first year college student would need it.

I had to make do with small consolations. Making absolutely sure that the apartment door was bolted shut, I got naked. And stayed naked the whole day, even when I studied. I kept easy-to-wear clothes handy in case someone came knocking so I wouldn't take a suspiciously long time opening the door. When Mrs. Wagle, who knew my parents were away, came to give me some food she had made, I was able to quickly slip on sweat pants and a thick sweat shirt that hid the fact that I was braless underneath.

After midnight, when things started quieting down, I put my books away. The novelty of walking around the apartment naked had worn off. With just a t-shirt on, I went to the windows and opened them. After making sure that no one with a direct view of the windows was awake, I took the t-shirt off and paraded in front of them for a while. That grew old too. I needed a risky thrill.

A little while later, a relatively minor but still significant challenge started taking shape in my mind. The balcony adjoining my parents' bedroom faced south, which was the side along the entrance. This was the side where I had first ventured naked anywhere outside the building. From my previous adventures, I knew that at this time, odds were that all other neighbors with balconies on the same side would be asleep. I knew from strutting in front of the window that the houses with a view of the balcony were also dark by now. And this late, the watchman would have locked the rail door and be sitting inside it, with no direct visual angle to my balcony. So the challenge was to just walk out naked into the balcony, without checking first if the coast was clear. The risk being that someone might be around to see me.

Naked, I walked to the balcony door and slowly opened it. It made a slight squeaking sound. God, are all hinges in this building dry, I wondered. I thought of peeking out to see if the squeak had drawn anyone's attention. But no, that would be cheating, I told myself. The challenge was to brazenly walk out naked, risking being caught.

Here goes, I thought, and opening the door completely stepped out into the balcony, buck naked. It brought back memories of the previous summer when I had been naked outside. I just stood there, staring straight into nothingness, feeling a gentle breeze on my nipples, for about a minute. Only then did I turn my head to see if I had an audience. Nope, everything was completely dark. I checked out all the now familiar windows and corners. Completely empty. No watchman either. 

Then I propped myself up on the balcony's parapet wall and sat there, facing inwards. Half my butt was now on display to the world in general. I sat like that for a minute or so, before climbing down. I laid down on the cold balcony floor and brought myself off to a mid sized orgasm. Then I got up, stood there for another minute until I started feeling really cold (winters in my town are mild, but are still winters after all). I walked back in, slipped under the covers of my parents' bed and warmed myself up. I then repeated the balcony task a couple of times without incident until it lost its appeal too.

At about 3 AM, I started contemplating a new challenge. The stairs! The watchman said he didn't sleep. But what if he did? Obviously, I couldn't risk going out. But I could at least roam the stairs without drawing his attention. But how do I verify that at 3 AM? What if I went down even fully clothed, and he was awake? He was sure to tell my parents that I had been prowling around the building at 3 AM. They'd suspect it was to meet some boy. I needed a convincing excuse for my being there if he was awake.  

Dressed in my sweatsuit, I opened the front door. Damn squeaks! Regardless of my streaking aspirations, I decided to buy a bottle of machine oil and silence all the hinges in my apartment. Slowly, I closed the door behind me, making sure the deadbolt was open. Then I started gently walking down the stairs. My best case scenario was, I sneakily make my way down to the stairs between the ground floor and first floor. Poke my head over the banister. Find him asleep. But I had just started walking down that staircase and even before I could peek over the banister, I heard the screeching sound of a chair moving. Fucking idiot really was awake!

"Who is there?" he asked advancing towards the stairs.

"Oh hello watchman." I walked down the stairs as if they belonged to me. "How are you?"

"I am fine, madam. What brings you down here this late?"

"I was studying and remembered that I hadn't checked the mail. I am supposed to get an important exam form."

I held up the letterbox key and walked past him. Opened the box. It was empty.

"You study this late? Wow, you must be quite a scholar, madam."

"It's nothing really."

"Education is really important. Especially for girls these days. That's what I tell my granddaughter..."

I endured a ten minute conversation about education and grandchildren which then turned to how he wished he had gone to college so he could have become an officer in the army, and so on, until I let out a yawn.

"Oh, sorry madam. Look at me yammering. Please carry on."

"I want to carry on, you idiot! I want to carry on running around naked. I want to explore my limits further. Maybe try walking to the road naked. But your being here makes it impossible. Not only are you here, you are awake. Not only are you awake, you are so fucking alert that you detected my presence instantly even though I was on my tiptoes 20 feet from you. Fucking army training! Why couldn't you have bean a portly old man who sleeps 12 hours a day. And preferably snores when he does so?"

Obviously, in my head. Out loud I said, 

"No problem at all. Good night."

"Good night, madam. Study but don't study too hard."

Shaking my head with frustration, I walked back up. But I didn't stop when I reached my door. I kept walking up. All the way to the roof door. Which was still obviously locked. But I needed to do something. I stood in front of the door and listened carefully. I was worried that the zen master down there might have sensed my walking all the way up here and might be coming up to investigate. But there was no sound.

After a couple of minutes, I quickly took all my clothes off and got naked. Put them in a pile next to the door. And started walking down the stairs in the buff. My heart pounded with the fear that the watchman might come charging up an minute. I was really afraid of that. And that fear is precisely why I was doing this. I needed to take a risk and get away with it. Naked.

The doors on the 4th and then the 3rd floor stayed closed. By now I had almost started ignoring them. I was incredibly lucky not to have someone just walk out one of those doors while I was bare ass in front of them. I was about to open the door of my apartment and walk in when my mind goaded me on. Taking really soft steps, I walked down to the first floor. I was now half a staircase away from the point where he had first detected my presence. 

I took just a couple of steps and then stood there naked. I heard soft sounds of a radio which I had earlier seen sitting next to his chair. I guess he was listening to the radio. So far he had not detected my presence. Standing where I was, he couldn't see my unless he turned around the first banister. And since I hadn't heard his chair move, I presumed he hadn't gotten up.

I breathed very slowly through my mouth as I stood there, naked, bathed in the rush of knowing that I was just a 10 second walk from someone who could see me. I kept breathing through my mouth and just stayed like that, standing in attention, my boobs bathed in the staircase tubelight. If he walked up right now, he could see my boobs, I thought. Then I turned around very slowly, rested my knees on one step, and put my palms three steps up. Now if he walked up, he would see my ass. With my cheeks slightly parted. And he'd get to see my pussy too. 

Staying in that position on the stairs, I took one hand off and started teasing my clit with it. The gentle sounds of old Hindi songs from the radio was still audible. The chairs still hadn't moved. I kept fingering myself for what seemed like forever but what probably wasn't more than a couple of minutes. As the orgasm approached, I bit down on my lower lip hard to stay silent. I willed my limbs not to shake hard enough to create a sound. And came in the most disciplined way possible, almost with military precision. The watchman would appreciate that.

Once I was done cumming, I looked back, half expecting him to be standing there with his mouth wide open. But the stairs were empty. I tiptoed back up the stairs. Went to the roof, picked up my clothes. Walked down softly. Winced as the apartment door squeaked again when I entered. And plonked myself down on the couch and started masturbating again. Under the exhilaration of what I had just done, the next orgasm was hard and long. I shamelessly hollered through it, hoping that the concrete walls were thick enough not to rouse the neighbors.

I masturbated many more times that night, once on the balcony just as the sun was coming up. That last time, I kept pulling back from the orgasm for about fifteen minutes before I let it hit. I stayed quiet through it. When I was done, it was bright out. I then just got up and walked in, knowing that if someone had come out into their window or balcony since I last checked, they would have gotten a fleeting glimpse of my boobs. 

I never found out if anyone did. So to the best of my knowledge, this was the end of my lucky streak (see what I did there) of not being seen despite taking ridiculous risks.