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 �>�Confessions of an Exhibitionist by Seahawk76

   Hello.  My name is Melissa and I'm an exhibitionist.

   I didn't actually say those words out loud; I just imagined standing up
and saying them to the twenty or so people sitting in this community center
meeting room.  I was also fantasizing about stripping off all of my clothes
as I spoke, which probably helps explain why I ended up at an AA meeting in
the first place.  You see, my addiction has nothing to do with drugs or
alcohol, although it can be as potentially career damaging as battling
either of those demons.  That's why I came here tonight hoping for some
insight into how to stop myself before it was too late.  And as I listened
to people tell stories about their first beer or first line of cocaine I
thought back to how it had all begun for me over seven years ago.

   I knew I was hooked from the very first time I stood naked in a place
where I wasn't supposed to be naked and felt that strange mixture of dread,
excitement, fear, embarrassment, and arousal coursing through my body.  I
still remember vividly the first time I felt the gentle swaying of my
unfettered breasts as I walked across the dew-covered grass with the cool
night air caressing my bare skin.  Looking back now at those first
tentative steps into public exhibitionism they were really quite tame, but
that's the way addictions start, don't they?  You get a little taste and
want more and more.

   I obviously understood back then that there were potential consequences
involved in my new hobby, but does any eighteen year-old really fully
understand the meaning of risk?  Even though I knew it would be humiliating
if I got caught, that was part of the excitement.  Many of life's greatest
thrills involve a delicate dance on the ledge between pleasure and pain.

   So here I am now, on the threshold of a promising career that might be
ruined if my extracurricular activities ever come to light, and I'm still
dancing on that ledge and don't know how to stop.  I'm torn between my
desire to keep going - to keep experiencing that thrill over and over again
- and my fear of what might eventually happen if I do.

   I'd tried more socially acceptable forms of satisfying my naked in
public fantasies by going to nude beaches and nudist resorts, but those had
proven to be very unsatisfying.  I realized after awhile that it wasn't
enough to merely be nude in public; it had to be in a setting where nudity
was not allowed or expected.  It was the thrill of being seen, being
caught, being humiliated, that were fueling my addiction.  And as I sat
quietly listening to others talk about their struggles to overcome their
own addictions, I found my mind drifting and I began reliving those first
tentative steps.

   It'd all started the summer before my senior year of high school when my
Dad decided to remodel my bedroom.

   II

   "But Dad, where am I supposed to sleep while you're working on my room?"

   "How about your sister's room?"

   "No way!" My younger sister was two years younger than me and I knew
that if we had to share the same bed for any length of time that we'd try
to strangle each other before it was all over.

   "Well, there's always the couch then, hon," Dad said.

   "For how long?"

   "Just for a week or so."

   "Yeah, right," I said as I rolled my eyes.  My Dad fancied himself a
home improvement expert and I have to admit that his projects eventually
turned out pretty good.  But you could always take his estimate of how long
something would take to finish and multiply it by about three or four. 
Knocking out a wall and adding a walk-in closet didn't sound like a "week
or so" project to me so I mentally prepared myself to be without my room
for at least a month.

   "Alright then," he replied.  "If you don't like either of those options
I can always set up the tent out in the backyard and you can sleep outside.
It'll be like camping out."

   "Outside in a tent?  Am I supposed to be like a Bedouin or something?" I
whined.

   "Yeah, it's going to be exactly like that," he replied sarcastically. 
"It'll be a difficult, nomadic life for you, but if you survive it you'll
have proven yourself worthy of the tribe.  Listen, Melissa, I'm not going
to put you up in a motel so you tell me where you want to sleep."

   So that's how I came to find myself sleeping in a small two-man tent in
my backyard for nearly a month.  With an air mattress, a sleeping bag, a
couple of pillows and some music to listen to I wasn't exactly roughing it,
and after the first couple of nights I decided it wasn't so bad.

   On the third night I woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee.
I unzipped the door and, still half asleep, crawled out of the tent wearing
only the tank top and panties I'd been sleeping in.  I walked to the back
door of the house and turned the knob only to find it locked.  Shit.  Why
did they lock the door?  Out of habit, I guess.

   I looked around and for the first time realized just how exposed I was
standing there in my tank top and panties.  Our house was on a large plot
of land at the edge of a very small town.  The backyard was unfenced with a
large grassy lawn and a small shed and garden at the rear of it where we
grew corn and other vegetables.  To my right as I faced the back door was a
large untended field that stretched about an acre with our closest
neighbor's house on the other side.  To my left, past a much smaller field
and a narrow road, was the city park.  We had no neighbors to speak of (at
least not within several hundred yards), but there were always a few RVs
and trailers parked just across the street at the park, which served as the
town's only tourist campground.

   I scurried back behind my tent and peeked out at the trailers and RVs.
There was virtually no chance that anyone would be looking this direction
at this time of the night, and I doubt that they could've actually seen
much even if they were, but the thought of it gave me an unexpected thrill.
I still needed to pee so I made my way behind the shed and pulled down my
panties.  I felt a little naughty with my bare ass hanging out in the
breeze and after I'd finished I impulsively pulled them off.  I'm so bad, I
giggled.  I know it sounds pretty lame but I'd never done anything even
remotely like this before in my life.

   You see, up until I was about sixteen I'd always been small for my age
and a bit, um...underdeveloped.  To say that I had some body issues would
be a huge understatement.  I hated my body and it didn't help matters when
my younger sister developed a nice set of boobs by the time she was
thirteen.  I was the object of a lot of teasing at school and, being
naturally introverted anyway, I guess I withdrew even further into myself.

   Then suddenly, out of nowhere, I had what I guess you could call a
"growth spurt." Not only did I grow by almost three inches in the course of
just a few months but my chest went from almost ironing board flat to a B
cup.  I know that's nothing spectacular but I was exhilarated, and my
breasts fit my lithe body rather nicely.  I couldn't stop staring at my
changing body in the mirror and, for the first time, I saw a young woman
staring back rather than a little girl.  Mom called me a late bloomer and
I'd hoped that this growth spurt would last for at least one more cup size,
but then it seemed to stop as quickly as it started.  Still, when I
returned to school from summer break I couldn't help but notice that I was
getting stares from the guys for the first time in my life even though I
was still too shy to wear anything more revealing than a t-shirt and blue
jeans.

   I guess the reason I'm telling you all of this is to explain that even
after having just turned eighteen, I was still a shy, naïve country girl
who'd only just begun exploring her sexuality.  Maybe my lack of experience
helps to explain why what was about to happen was such an electrifying jolt
to my system.  I'd never experienced anything like this before in my life
so I really had nothing to compare it to.

   So that's who I was when I found myself holding my bunched up panties in
my hand and giggling like an idiot as I peeked around the corner of the
shed.  My house was pitch dark and none of the bedrooms faced the backyard
so there was no danger of my family seeing me without walking out of the
back door.  Feeling very daring I slowly crept bottomless toward my tent
and crawled inside.

   It was still only about three a.m.  and as I lay there on my sleeping
bag I felt the unmistakable feelings of excitement and arousal washing over
me.  Wow!  I'd never felt anything like that before in my life and I knew I
had to go back outside and experience it again.  I crawled out of the tent
leaving my panties behind but still wearing the tank top.  I sat just
outside my tent for a few minutes, my senses attuned to everything around
me as I tried to work up the courage to take the next step.  I finally
managed to do it and peeled off my tank top and threw it into the tent.  Oh
my God, I thought, I'm naked outside!

   I looked down at my tits and my pussy knowing that I was out where
someone might actually see them.  What would that be like?  Of course there
was virtually no chance of that happening, hidden where I was behind my
tent in my backyard in the middle of the night.  Still, even the remote
possibility of it excited me more than I ever could have imagined.  I don't
know how long I sat out there that night but after I finally crawled back
inside and attempted to go to sleep I just knew I had to do this again!

   The next night I could barely wait for bedtime and after crawling into
my sleeping bag I slept fitfully waiting for the early morning hours before
daring to try it again.  As I was lying there one thought kept running
through my head: I wonder how far I can get from my clothes?  Little did I
know this would be a challenge I'd keep giving myself for years to come.

   When the time finally came I crawled naked out of my tent and sat for a
few minutes in the same spot as the night before.  I surveyed my
surroundings and tried to work up the courage to leave what was already
becoming my comfort zone.  It took a few minutes of an internal pep talk
before I was able to stand up and take a few tentative steps away from my
tent.  I walked around slowly, stopping every few steps to look around and
listen intently for the slightest noise that might reveal an unexpected
presence.  After awhile I began imagining that I was actually out in the
middle of town in broad daylight with dozens of shocked people staring at
every inch of my nude body.  Just the thought of it sent send an intense
wave of arousal through my body!

   For the next few nights I repeated the same pattern: I'd get up in the
middle of the night and make nude explorations around my backyard, becoming
a little bit bolder each time.  Before long, though, I realized that I'd
have to expand my boundaries if I wanted to test myself and see how far I
could get from my clothes.  I mean, there's only so far I could go in my
backyard, right?

   I wandered over to the edge of the large field next to my house and
stared across it at our closest neighbor's house.  I didn't really know the
people living there very well but I imagined them looking out their window
at me as I stood naked in the moonlight.  In reality it was much too far
away for them to see anything even if they actually had been looking but it
still gave me a little thrill anyway.  I took a few tentative steps into
the field but quickly returned back to the lawn.  The field was overgrown
with weeds, tall grass, and sharp rocks and it wouldn't be a good idea to
try to cross it without shoes.  I can't explain why but somehow the thought
of putting on shoes seemed like cheating to me.  On top of that, my
parents' and my sister's bedrooms faced this field so there was always a
slim chance that one of them might be looking out a window if I tried to
cross it.

   Since the field wasn't really a good option I turned and looked in the
other direction toward the park.  Across the street I saw three RVs and two
trailers camped in the RV area and I'd have to pass by them to get to the
park.  Once there, well, who knows who might be in the park?  And once I
got past the park the entire town laid beyond.  If I really wanted to
challenge myself I knew that was the direction I needed to go.  But I
couldn't really go that way could I?  It was much too risky and I knew I
wasn't ready and might never be ready to do that.

   So that's when I found myself peering around the side of the house at
our front yard.  It was a very large front yard (which made mowing it a
pain) and was much more exposed than the backyard.  In the middle of it was
a large old oak tree and to the right was our unattached garage.  It was a
cloudless night with a nearly a full moon so it was awfully bright out
there.  I decided to set a goal...I would make it to the oak tree and back.
The tree stood about thirty feet away and I sprinted to it and touched it
and then ran back to the relative protection of the side of the house.  I
looked around for any sign that someone might have just witnessed a naked
girl running through her front yard, but I heard and saw nothing.  So I
went to the tree a second time, this time forcing myself to walk as slowly
as I dared.  When I reached it I stood in an area shaded from the moonlight
and made myself stay there, although my instincts were screaming for me to
run back to what I now considered the safety of the backyard.  I was almost
trembling but somehow I managed to force myself to stay and after a couple
of minutes I began calming down.

   Ok, Melissa, your next goal is the garage and back, I said to myself. 
So, after a quick pep talk, I walked over and touched the garage and then
scampered back to the tree.  I know all of this must sound awfully tame to
you but these baby steps allowed me to slowly but surely expand my
boundaries.  For the next several nights I continued this process until I
could walk naked around my front yard without hesitation.  By now I had
explored virtually every square inch of our property which meant only one
thing: my boundaries were going to have to expand past our property line.

   III

   The next night I sat naked next to our oak tree and stared at my next
goal.  Beyond the edge of our front yard was a narrow road that wound past
our house and the city park and just beyond the road was a small creek.  My
plan tonight was to cross the road and dip my toes into the creek.  It
really wasn't very far away but it still required crossing a psychological
barrier.  It just seemed naughtier to be naked on public property rather
than in my own yard and I'd been excited all day by the prospect of it. 
There was also more to it than that, though.  I sensed that by passing
beyond the edge of my property I was opening up a whole world of
possibilities  -" in this town and beyond  -" where I might get naked if I
had the courage.  The thought of it was both intoxicating and terrifying
and I think that might have been the moment when I realized that my new
addiction could easily get out of control if I wasn't careful.

   Leaving my property naked didn't just involve crossing psychological
barriers, though.  There were very real risks involved and those risks
increased with each step I took away from my home and my clothes.  I may
have lived in a sleepy little town (we used to joke that it closed at nine
o'clock each night) but there's never any guarantee that there won't be
someone out wandering around, even in the middle of the night.  I won't say
that I knew everyone in town, or that everyone knew me, but the odds were
pretty good that if I was caught it would be by someone who recognized me.
That's one of the paradoxes of living in a very small town; you are far
less anonymous than when surrounded by people in a larger city.

   It took me a few minutes to work up my nerve before I finally stood up
and walked to the edge of the front lawn.  I looked around and then took a
long, deep breath before scampering across the road and down the small
embankment to the creek below.  I found a grassy spot to sit and stuck my
toes into the creek.

   I don't know if it was the chill of the cold water or the situation I
was in but a shudder rippled through my body.  The moon above bathed my
bare skin in an incandescent light and I felt more vulnerable and exposed
than I ever had before.  Almost involuntarily my left hand began caressing
my right breast as my right hand moved down my stomach and then into the
moistness between my legs.

   I closed my eyes and imagined that the moon was a single spotlight
illuminating my nude body for an appreciative audience.  I pictured myself
as a star on a stage, baring everything to hundreds of hungry eyes in the
darkness.  I wanted to shock and awe them; to be seen and desired by them.
I wanted to be at the very center of my small corner of the universe for
once in my life.

   Seconds later I came so hard I had to bite my lip to keep from crying
out.  And just seconds after that I heard the unmistakable rumble of a
large truck in the distance.

   I guess my orgasm had temporarily drained my fear and restraint and in
the afterglow I felt no need to run or hide.  Instead, I stood up and waded
across the small creek to the other side and then up the embankment to the
guardrail at the top.  I crouched behind it and watched the headlights
coming toward me in the distance.

   Even though my town was very boring, one thing it did feature was a
fairly busy highway that ran right through the middle of it.  The Canadian
border was about ninety miles away and this road served as one of the
primary conduits for travelers and trucks heading back and forth between
the US-Canadian border in this part of the state.  That's why the park next
to my house usually had trailers and RV's parking overnight during the
summer; it served as a convenient waypoint for travelers.  The traffic
usually died down to almost nothing at night but the occasional truck would
pass through town, even in the early morning hours.

   My front yard wasn't easily visible from a speeding vehicle on the
highway which is why I hadn't been overly concerned about it while making
my nude strolls, but now I found myself hidden behind the guardrail as a
large eighteen-wheel semi rumbled toward me.  It had slowed down while
passing through town but now it started picking up speed as it closed in on
my hiding spot.  Without even thinking I stood up, stepped over the rail
and began waving at the truck!  Any doubts about whether I'd been seen or
not were answered by a thunderous blast from the truck horn which pierced
the still night and jolted me back to reality.  What the hell was I doing?
I was worried for a minute that the truck might pull over and stop but it
kept right on rolling out of town.  Even worse I was afraid that the horn
might draw the attention of anyone who might be around (or my parents!). 
Without giving any thought to stealth or caution now I stepped back over
the guard rail, ran down the embankment, splashed across the creek, and
then sprinted through my yard to the back of the house and the safety of my
tent.  As I lay breathlessly on my sleeping bag my mind was running a
million miles an hour.  A stranger had seen me naked!

   I knew immediately that I liked it and wanted it to happen again.

   IV

   My experience flashing the truck driver had allowed me to burst through
yet another psychological barrier and the nature of my game began to change
after that.  It had taken a lot of baby steps to get to that point but then
I'd suddenly, and without warning, taken a giant leap.  I'd learned a
lesson that I'd apply later to other aspects of my life: slow, steady,
incremental progress toward a goal will often lead to a sudden
breakthrough. Half the battle in life is just showing up and I'd shown up
naked each and every night for the past couple of weeks and was now capable
of things that I couldn't have imagined before.

   I became more brazen and bold in my nude explorations, no longer totally
petrified about being seen.  Of course there's a big difference between
being seen by some anonymous trucker and being caught by a family friend or
someone who recognized me.  I still wanted to avoid those encounters but,
like I said, the eighteen year-old mind doesn't always fully grasp the
meaning of risk.  I began to take more and more of them with each
successive outing.

    -<

    -<

    -< I spent the next few nights wandering farther and farther away from
my clothes.  The park road that ran by my house made a left turn about
fifty yards or so to the north where it crossed a bridge over the creek and
connected to the highway.  It also continued north as well, though,
becoming a quiet country road that was rarely used other than by the
farmers who lived on it.  I knew I could probably walk indefinitely on it
without much chance of being caught and with plenty of places to hide if a
car came by.  The road also ran past the large untended field next our
house and on the other side of it was a dirt road that led to the house I
could see from my backyard.  I decided that house would be my goal for the
next night.

   I started a little earlier than usual and as I began walking down that
dark country road I was a jumble of nerves.  Tonight I'd be going farther
away from home - and any access to clothing - than ever before and with
each step my sense of excitement and accomplishment grew.  This was so
cool! I only wished I could be doing it in the middle of the day.

   After reaching the end of the field I spotted the dirt road and made a
right turn.  Unlike the paved road I'd been on this road was rough and had
small rocks on it.  My neighbor's house was about a hundred yards away and
I stepped gingerly along the road until I reached some bushes on the border
of the front lawn.  What now?  The house was dark with no sign of movement
so I decided I was going to walk up and touch the front door.  First,
though, I turned to look at my house across the field.  Just as I figured,
it was impossible to see much of anything in my yard from here.  I felt a
small twinge of disappointment that the people living here couldn't
possibly have been spying on my nude escapades.

   Just then I saw a light snap on in my house.  Oh shit!  Somebody's up!
Was someone going to the bathroom?  Was my mom or dad going to go out to
the tent to check up on me?  What would I tell them if they did?  And what
if they saw my clothes lying in a bundle in the tent with no sign of their
daughter?  Would they call the cops?  Of course they'd call the cops!

   There was nothing I could do from here so I just watched nervously from
afar.  After a couple of minutes the light went out and I began to breathe
again.  It struck me just how stupid and careless I've been and I decided I
had to find a place to hide my clothes when I went out at night.  Somewhere
where I could get to them in an emergency so I could at least come up with
a plausible explanation about not being able to sleep and going out for a
stroll.

   It took me a couple of minutes to calm down before I turned my attention
back to my neighbor's house.  I'd come this far so I decided to carry on
with my plan.  I stepped out from the bushes and crept slowly across the
lawn toward the front door.  I was nearing the house when suddenly the
porch light snapped on!  I stood there for a minute like a deer caught in
headlights, unable to move, expecting the front door to swing open any
second!  I stood frozen like this until it dawned on me that the light had
been turned on by a motion detector.  I quickly walked up the porch steps
and touched the front door, then turned and hightailed back out to my
hiding place in the bushes.  After a couple of minutes the porch light
snapped back off and I saw no signs from within the house that anyone was
awake.

   I let out a small laugh and shook my head.  Melissa, you've gone batshit
crazy, girl.  You are so going to get caught one of these nights.

   The next night I began taking the extra precaution of hiding my clothes
near the garage where I thought I could get to them unseen if I had to. 
From there I continued my nude walks down the country road, getting
progressively farther from home each time.  But this road proved to be a
little too quiet and after a couple of uneventful nights I began hungering
for more adventure.  At the end of my strolls I would walk down and sit
next to the creek hoping for another truck to roll by, but no such luck. 
Cars would occasionally pass but I didn't dare show myself to them without
knowing if they belonged to locals or not.

   By the third night I was getting bored as I sat by the creek and after a
few minutes I impulsively made my way up to the guardrail, stepped over it
and walked to the middle of the highway.  In an instant I felt utterly
exposed and vulnerable again and my senses were back on full alert!  From
here I could look right down the center of my hometown and in the distance
the streetlights lit up what passed for the business district.  Behind me
the highway led out of town for a quarter of a mile or so before curving to
the left and out of sight.  I'd have little warning if a car or truck came
from that direction.

   I stood there for several minutes just drinking in the sensations now
flowing again through my body.  I imagined myself walking right down the
middle of the highway into town and even took a few steps in that
direction. Then I turned and scampered to the other side of the highway. 
It was heavily wooded on this side and no place for a naked, barefoot girl
to do any exploring but it would serve as a hiding place if I needed it. 
Having the highway between me and my home added an extra layer of
excitement and I desperately wanted to show my nude body to some
unsuspecting truck driver.  I even walked a little ways north up the
highway hoping a truck would come around the corner but there was no one at
all on the highway tonight.  Damnit!  This town is so dead that even a
naked girl can't get any attention!  I finally gave up after awhile and
wandered back to my tent where I brought myself to an orgasm before finally
dozing off for the night.

   The next day the house was empty, as it usually was during the summer.
My parents both worked and my sister, unlike me, was a social butterfly who
was always out with friends.  Today she was at the lake and I knew I
wouldn't see her until at least dinner time.  After taking a nap to catch
up on some of my lost sleep, I decided to engage in a little "me time." I
drew myself a bath using some of my mom's scented bath oils and allowed
myself to soak for awhile in the warm water.  I almost never did this and
now I began to wonder why.  It felt so good!

   My skin felt so soft and smooth afterwards and as I was toweling off I
decided to take a step that I'd been thinking about for a week or so.  I
figured that if people might see me naked then I wasn't going to keep
anything hidden, so I took one of my Mom's razors and sat on the edge of
the bathtub and began carefully shaving around my pussy.  When it was
completely bare I stood before the mirror examining myself from every
angle.

   My body was lean and taut with breasts that weren't large but hung
nicely over my flat stomach.  My ass had always been my best feature but
now that the rest of my body had developed it looked even better as a
complementary part of the whole package.  God, I'm becoming such a
narcissist, I thought to myself.  But I just couldn't help it.  I really
looked good naked!

   I began examining my face next.  I'd always looked young for my age and
still did (sometimes my younger sister was mistaken for being my older
sister), but even my face was beginning to mature now.  My acne had cleared
up after a summer in the sun and my black hair had gone uncut long enough
that it now spilled over my shoulders.  I almost gasped as the thought
occurred to me: I'm pretty.  I'm really pretty!

   I know it sounds weird to have taken so long to realize this, but I'd
been self conscious about my body and my looks for so long that I had this
image in my head that I couldn't shake.  Standing here now I finally
understood that this image no longer matched reality.  And as I stood naked
in front of the full length mirror I knew that I really, really wanted
someone to see me like this.

   I couldn't bear the thought of putting on clothes so I walked naked
through the empty house, desperately wishing I could go outside and walk
around in broad daylight.  And the more I thought about it the more I
thought that maybe I could.  My backyard was mostly sheltered by trees on
the park side and I knew that my neighbors across the field wouldn't be
able to see me without a telescope.  I walked over and peeked out the
window at the park.  The RV area was empty except for a family unhitching a
trailer from their truck and setting up a large tent alongside it.

   I opened up the back door and stuck my head out.  There was about a
twenty foot stretch of open space where I'd be visible to the campers
before the view from the park was blocked by trees.  There were four of
them - a mother and father and a teenage boy and blonde-haired girl  -" and
they all had their backs to me at the moment as they were busy setting up
camp.  I quickly stepped through the door and scampered across the lawn
until I reached the shed.

   Oh my God, I did it!  I sat down and brought my knees up to my chest and
hugged them with my arms.  Whew!  I surveyed my surroundings and saw that I
was relatively safe here.  I wasn't worried about my neighbors to the
right, but to the left of my house I could see the park road and the creek
just beyond it.  If someone happened to be driving or walking along the
road and looked in this direction they'd be able to see me.  I decided that
was an acceptable risk and after a couple of minutes I stood up and pressed
my back against the shed and began caressing my breasts and rock hard
nipples.  Look at me world!  Here I am!

   I walked slowly back behind the shed and into our garden.  How many
times had I been back here with my parents planting or picking corn and
vegetables?  What would they think of their little girl if they saw her
now? I continued walking through the rows of corn feeling the warmth of the
sun on my bare skin.  I looked at the spot behind the shed where I'd first
squatted to pee and then removed my panties.  Was that really only just
three weeks ago?  It seemed like ages ago and I felt like a completely
different person now.  In many ways I was a different person.

   I don't know how long I was back there  -" probably no more than twenty
or thirty minutes  -" but I finally decided not to push my luck too far.  I
made my way back toward the house and stopped just short of the exposed
area I'd have to cross to reach the back door.  I thought about going over
behind a tree to survey the area first, but then I decided to just go for
it.  I was going to walk  -" not run  -" to my back door and if anyone over
there was looking then, well, they'd be in for a treat.  I walked slowly,
with my arms at my side, across the lawn without glancing over toward the
park.  When I reached the back door I stopped and just had to take a look.
The parents and girl were nowhere to be seen but the teenage boy was
staring directly at me!

   I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest!  I opened the door
and was ready to run inside when I stopped myself.  Here was the chance to
show myself off to a stranger that I'd been waiting for!  I slowly backed
away from the door and turned toward him.  A grin spread across his face
and he raised a hand to wave.  I saw that the boy was about my age and I
smiled and waved back, then did a slow turn to give him a view from every
angle.  Then I stood facing him again and let my left hand wander up and
begin caressing my breasts while my right hand moved slowly down my stomach
toward my bare pussy.  I don't know how far I would've gone if the mother
hadn't emerged from the camper right then.  I bolted for the door and was
inside before she turned my way.

   Minutes later I came as hard as I've ever come in my life.

   V

   "So did you do anything fun today, Melissa," my dad asked over the
dinner table.

   "Well, Dad, I shaved my pussy and ran around naked in the backyard and
let a boy look at me." Okay, I didn't actually say that.  What I really
said was, "Mmm, not much.  Kinda just hung out here today.  Pretty boring."

   "Well you should get outside more.  Get some fresh air while the
weather's still good." I had trouble suppressing a smile when he said that.
Getting fresh air was the least of my worries.

   "Okay Dad, I will," I promised.  Just as soon as you guys are asleep
tonight, I thought to myself.

   I looked over and saw my mom eyeing me curiously.  "You look different,
Melissa," she said.  "You're glowing." I just about spit out my green beans
when she said that.  I was still so amped up after my experience this
afternoon that I felt like an electrical current was flowing through my
body.

   "Um, I just got some sun today," I sputtered.

   "Maybe she's getting laid," my sister Sarah volunteered with a smirk.  I
glared across the table at her.

   "That's enough, Sarah," my mom scolded but then I glanced over and saw
her eyeing me suspiciously.

   "No!  I'm not!"

   "Better not be," my dad said as he chewed on a mouthful of fried
chicken. "You're not allowed to have sex until you're at least thirty.  And
only after you've been married and divorced a couple of times."

   "If she doesn't have sex until she's thirty she probably will be
divorced a couple of times before then," Sarah laughed.

   My sister Sarah and I were almost polar opposites.  She was as
extraverted and outspoken as I was shy and quiet.  There wasn't much of a
filter between her brain and her mouth and just about any thought that
entered her head quickly passed unimpeded to her lips.  She was also as
curvy as I'd been small and petite (at least until my growth spurt) and she
didn't mind flaunting it.  Even now at the table she was wearing a tank top
that was showing more cleavage than I knew my mom was comfortable with. 
She'd pretty much given up fighting Sarah about it, though.

   Dad was pretty laid back and funny and was more than happy to leave the
matter of disciplining his daughters to my mom.  He didn't pretend to have
any insight into the mysterious workings of the teenage female mind and I'm
sure he was happily oblivious to any changes going on with his older
daughter.  But my mom...not so much.  I could tell she suspected something
was going on.

   If my parents had ever contemplated the prospect of one of their
daughters getting caught streaking around town in the nude I'm sure they
would've guessed that it would be Sarah, not their shy, mousy little
Melissa.  But I wasn't quite as shy and mousy anymore and I know Mom was
coming to that realization.  I wondered what they were going to think of me
when they found out the truth.

   You see, I didn't think of getting caught anymore as a matter of "if"
but "when." The only reason it hadn't happened so far was a combination of
dumb luck and the fact that this town was so dead at night.  I knew the
town wouldn't liven up any time soon but my luck could only last so long.
It would happen sooner or later, and the only reason it might be later was
because my bedroom was almost finished and I'd soon have to move back
inside.  On top of that the summer was coming to an end, school would be
starting up again, and the weather would be turning cold.  All of those
factors would be impediments to my new obsession but I knew they wouldn't
stop me.  Not completely anyway.  I may need to find new strategies and
locales, and I certainly wouldn't be able to keep doing it every night, but
I knew I'd find a way.  I was too addicted now to stop.

   The realization that I was eventually going to get caught was almost
liberating.  If I only had a few days left before I had to move back inside
I was determined to make the most of them.  I wasn't planning on doing
anything too stupid or crazy, but I was going to push myself as far as I
dared and if I got caught, I got caught.  Yeah, it would be embarrassing to
have the whole town (and my family!) know about my weird little fetish, but
considering how many girls in my school had gotten knocked up over the past
few years, just how scandalous could it be?  That was my rationalization
anyway, such as it was.

   After dinner, I was helping my mom put the dishes in the dishwasher when
she spoke to me.  "You know, Melissa, you've changed quite a bit over the
past few months and I mean that in a good way.  You're really becoming a
beautiful young woman."

   "Thanks," I said and I'm sure I was blushing.  It's not as if this was
the first time that my mom had called me pretty, but I guess it was the
first time that I actually believed her.

   "Listen, Melissa do you, um...have a boyfriend?  Or is there anything
you want to talk to me about?"

   I shook my head.  "No.  Why?  What do you think I've been doing?"

   "Oh, nothing.  I'm just saying that you're eighteen now and there's
nothing wrong with having a boyfriend.  God knows your sister has a few of
them.  So if you did it would be okay."

   "I don't have a boyfriend, Mom.  And I'm still a virgin if that's what
you're thinking." I blushed again as I said that.  I wasn't comfortable
talking about sex with my mom and the direction this conversation was going
was making me squirm uncomfortably.

   "Oh no, hon.  I'm not accusing you of anything.  It's just that, well,
like I said, you've really grown up and you're just glowing today." She
laughed nervously.  "Ah hell, I don't know what I'm trying to say.  I just
want you to know that if there's anything you want to talk to me about, I'm
here for you."

   "Thanks, Mom." For a brief moment I was tempted to tell her about my
late night nude ramblings but I knew I couldn't do it.  It's not that I was
afraid that she'd think I was a total pervert or something, it's just that
I knew she'd be terrified that her little girl might run into a rapist or
murderer out there.  I know she sensed that I was keeping a secret from
her, but it was a secret that I was determined to keep for as long as I
could.

   After dinner we all got together in the living room and watched a DVD,
but I had a hard time concentrating on it.  The later and darker it got the
more my anticipation grew and the harder my nipples became.  I was very
glad I was wearing a loose t-shirt tonight or my mom would've really gotten
suspicious.

   When it was finally time for bed I said goodnight and walked out the
back door.  Instead of going to my tent I wandered over to the edge of the
lawn and faced the park.  Across the street I could see the trailer and
tent that belonged to the boy's family and that several more RV's had
joined them.  There was no sign of him but I could see shadows moving
within their lit camper.  Beyond the camping area lay the city park and the
rest of my little town.

   I knew which direction I'd be going tonight.

   VI

   I looked over at the digital clock in my tent and saw that it was time
to go.  I crawled out of my sleeping bag and peeled off my t-shirt and
panties, but I hesitated for a minute.  Something was going to happen
tonight, I could just feel it.  Maybe I should just skip it and try to get
some sleep.  Or go in a safer direction.  I was more nervous and excited
than I'd ever been before and the first two times I reached for the tent
door zipper I hesitated and pulled back.  Finally on the third try I
unzipped it, stuck my head out and looked around, and then stepped naked
out into the warm summer night.

   Across the street the campers were all dark and there was no sign of
activity.  I had to go through a small narrow field to reach the park road
and I stepped gingerly to avoid rocks as I crossed.  The bottom of my feet
had become calloused now, though, from nearly a month of barefoot walking
and I quickly reached the park road.  I stopped just a few feet away from
the campground pondering which way to go.  I could've walked a little ways
down the road to bypass the campers if I wanted but I decided to walk right
through the middle of the campground.  In for a penny in for a pound, I
guess.

   I walked between two large RVs and then over to the tent where I knew
the boy I'd seen earlier today was sleeping.  Inside I could hear the heavy
breathing of a sleeper and I stood outside for several minutes secretly
hoping he would wake up and look outside.  Finally my better judgment took
over and I started moving again before someone really did wake up and see
me there.  I crossed a bridge over the creek and entered the park, then
crouched behind a tree to survey it.

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    -<

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    -< The moonlight wasn't as bright as it had been several weeks ago but
it was still too bright for a naked girl who didn't necessarily want to be
seen tonight.  It wasn't a large park: maybe two hundred yards across and
about the same distance wide.  There wasn't much cover either; just a few
trees and some picnic tables and benches.  On the far end was some
playground equipment for younger kids.  I decided that my goal tonight was
to make it at least to the other side and I'd play it by ear after that.

   I emerged from behind the tree and began walking, my senses attuned to
any sound or sight that would alert me to danger.  To my right I heard a
car engine and froze as a car passed in the distance on the highway.  It
was far enough away, though, that they couldn't possibly see me and after
it disappeared I began walking again.

   I was about half way through the park when I heard a female voice.

   "Hey!"

   I nearly jumped out of my skin!  I turned toward home and was ready to
bolt when she spoke again.

   "Wait a minute!  Don't go."

   I don't know why, but for some reason I didn't run.  Instead I covered
my breasts and my pussy and turned in the direction of the voice.  About
twenty feet away in the shadows I could make out a female figure sitting on
a park bench.  "Come here.  I want to talk to you," she said.  I walked
slowly toward her, still covering myself, and when I got within a few feet
away I finally recognized her.  It was the girl I'd seen earlier in the
trailer camp; the girl I assumed was the sister of the boy I'd flashed.  As
I got closer I also detected the unmistakable scent of marijuana wafting in
the air and saw a joint burning in her hand.

   "Nice night for a stroll, huh?" she laughed.  "You must be the girl that
my brother saw yesterday." I nodded, unable to speak.  "That's so funny
because I accused him of making it up." Her eyes roamed over my body.  "Can
you drop your hands so I can get a good look at you?" I don't know why but
I obeyed and stood naked before her.  She motioned for me to spin around
and I did that, too.  "Wow, you are so cute," she said.  "My brother's
going to be so pissed he wasn't out here tonight." The girl took a long
drag from the joint and held it in for a few seconds before expelling the
smoke into the air.

   "So are you a nudist or something?"

   I shook my head and finally found my voice.  "I'm sort of a streaker, I
guess."

   "So you're doing this for kicks?  Wow, that's really hot.  I wish I had
your guts.  How old are you anyway?"

   "I'm eighteen," I said.

   "Really?  That's my age.  I would've guessed you were younger.  Maybe
sixteen."

   "I look young for my age but I am eighteen."

   "Oh, I believe you.  God, you're beyond cute, though.  You're definitely
rocking that tight, nubile body and girl-next-door face.  You must drive
the boys in this town wild."

   "Not really," I said, blushing to hear her talking about me this way.

   "Well, they're crazy then.  Or gay." She patted the bench next to her
motioning for me to sit down.  "I won't bite," she said.

   My eyes had adjusted to the light now and as I sat down I could see the
girl was beautiful.  Blonde hair, blue eyes, and she was wearing a pair of
shorts and a tank top that showed off a perfect figure.  I thought she
might be the prettiest girl I'd ever seen, at least in person.  She reached
her hand out and introduced herself.  "My name's Carli," she said and I
took her hand.

   "I'm Melissa."

   "Hello, lovely naked Melissa, I'm pleased to meet you.  You're
definitely the highlight of my trip so far." She held the marijuana
cigarette up and motioned for me to take it.  I put it to my lips and
inhaled and immediately broke out into a coughing fit.  Carli laughed and
began rubbing my shoulders.  "Take it easy girl.  Was that your first
time?"

   "No," I choked, "but I haven't done it very often."

   "Try it again, but take a smaller hit." I did as she said and this time
I was able to hold it in for a few seconds before exhaling.  Almost
immediately I began to relax.

   "Good girl," she said and took it back, taking a much larger hit
herself. "Thank God for weed.  It's the only thing that's helped me survive
this family vacation." She handed the joint to me and I took another toke
and handed it back.

   "Do your parents know you're out smoking pot at night?" I asked.

   "They know but they don't know, if you know what I mean.  It's kind of a
don't ask, don't tell situation.  Do your parents know you're out streaking
at night?"

   "Oh, God no.  My mom suspects that something's going on, though.  She
thinks I'm having sex."

   "Are you?"

   "No.  I don't even have a boyfriend."

   Carli turned and looked at me wide-eyed.  "Are you a virgin?" I nodded
sheepishly.  "So you're out strutting your naked virgin body around town?
Oh God, that makes this doubly hot," she laughed.  I was beginning to feel
good now and started giggling.  Wow, I'm starting to get high.

   We talked for awhile as we continued passing the joint back and forth.
Carli's family was from California and they were returning from Canada from
a family vacation.  She was starting college in a few weeks at UCLA and her
parents had wanted to spend a long camping trip together before she left
home.  I told her about all of my exploits over the few weeks and Carli
just kept shaking her head and laughing.  "Well, I guess we both have
something in common, Melissa.  We both have to sneak out of our tent in the
middle of the night to feed our addiction."

   I guess it was a combination of the pot, being naked in a public place,
and Carli's friendly presence but I couldn't remember the last time I'd
felt this good.  "So how do you like my little town?" I asked her.

   "It's a pretty area, but I thought it was really boring until I met you.
How many people live here anyway?"

   "I don't know.  About fifteen hundred I think."

   "Wow.  My high school is bigger than that.  You know I've been sitting
here for more than thirty minutes now and I haven't seen a soul other than
you.  No wonder you can walk around naked without getting caught."

   "Well, most of the residential areas are on the other side of town," I
said.  "But this town definitely is pretty dead at night."

   "How far were you planning on going tonight anyway?" she asked.

   "At least to the end of the park and back.  Maybe a little farther if I
still had the courage."

   "What's the farthest you'd like to go naked?" she asked with a
mischievous grin.

   "To my high school and back, I guess." I replied.  In the back of my
mind that had always been my ultimate goal but I didn't think I'd ever have
the courage to do it.

   Carli's eyes lit up.  "Walking naked around your own high school?  That
would be amazing!  How far is it?"

   "About five or six blocks," I said.  "But I know a way to get there
without passing many houses."

   Carli grabbed my hand.  "Let's do it!  I'll walk point for you to make
sure the coast is clear."

   "I don't know," I said.  "That's really pushing my luck."

   "Oh come on, Melissa.  You're high, you're naked, and you've got me to
watch your back.  And your front, too," she giggled.  "When are you going
to have this chance again?"

   I gulped and nodded.  "Okay, I guess so." Oh my God, what am I about to
do?

   Carli reached down and pulled a baggy filled with pot out of a fanny
pack she was carrying.  "If I'm going to run around town with a naked girl
I'd better stash this somewhere," she said.  She hid the pot under a nearby
bush and walked back to the park bench where I was still sitting.  Then she
reached into the pack and removed something else that I couldn't make out
at first.  "Look what I else I found in here," she said as she held a
digital camera up to her eye.  "Say cheese!" Before I could protest a flash
went off.

   I looked around nervously.  "What are you doing, Carli?  Someone might
see!"

   "There's no one around here," she replied.  "Besides look how cute you
look." She turned the camera around and showed me the picture.  I had this
surprised look on my face and my bare breasts were clearly visible.

   "Please delete that," I pleaded.

   "Don't worry, I won't show it to anyone.  Not anyone you know anyway,"
she laughed.  "Well, maybe except for my brother.  I want to make sure he
sees what he missed tonight.  I love to torment him like that.  Besides we
need to record your adventures tonight."

   I opened my mouth to protest but I knew it wouldn't do any good.  She
had such a forceful, confident personality and I didn't.  I wouldn't stand
a chance.

   We started walking and it only took a couple of minutes to reach the end
of the park.  Carli walked ahead of me to the park's restroom building and
peered around it, then waved for me to join her.  "Where to now?" she
asked.

   Across the street from the park on the left was a bowling alley and next
to it on the right was a slab of concrete that doubled as a basketball
court and tennis court.  "Right through there," I said, pointing at the
court.

   "Okay, I'll go check it out," she said, but before she moved she eyed
the playground equipment to our right.  "Oh, look at that.  I've just got
to get some pictures of you on the monkey bars!"

   "No, Carli!  Really!  I'm going to get caught."

   "It'll only take a minute and there's no one around."

   One minute turned out to be five minutes and by the time she was done I
had my picture taken on the monkey bars, the swings, the slide, and the
teeter-totter.  Far from helping me, Carli was making it much more likely
that I'd be caught!  When she was finally finished taking pictures she
jogged across the street to the basketball court, looked around, and then
waved for me to follow.  I scampered across the street under the bright
illumination of a street lamp.

   Behind the basketball court was the town's little league diamond.  It
was dark enough here that Carli apparently didn't feel the need to "walk
point" anymore, so we walked together to a short cut I knew of just past
the centerfield fence.  When we reached the fence I was able to bend a
broken section of it enough for us to squeeze through.  On the other side
was a path that ran alongside the creek  -" the same creek that flowed past
my house and through the park.  On the other side of the creek was the
highway that ran through the middle of town.

   The path was protected from view on either side by trees but as we
walked along I could occasionally see through the trees to the opposite
side of the highway.  As we passed by a gas station and the town's largest
grocery store it struck me just how deep into town I was getting now.  My
high was starting to wear off and I felt the first twinges of panic setting
in.

   "Maybe we should turn back," I said.

   "Why?  How much farther is it?"

   "It's just up in the next block."

   "We're almost there then.  Why turn back now?"

   "Well, we're going to have to cross the highway to get there, and there
are houses across the street from it.  And, I don't know...I'm just getting
so damn far from home now."

   "I know!" she said.  "Isn't this incredible?  My nipples are almost as
hard as yours.  I guess I'm living vicariously through you.  Here, feel for
yourself." She took hold of my left hand and held it to her right breast.
Then she took me by the hand and began pulling me along the path like a
little girl following her mom.

   Minutes later we found ourselves directly across the street from the
faculty parking lot, and just beyond that was my high school.  Carli
removed her shoes and we waded across the creek to get into position to
make a dash for it.  As we hid behind some bushes and Carli put her shoes
back on I could tell that even she was getting nervous now.  And she was
still dressed!  My heart felt like it was beating about a hundred miles an
hour!

   "This'll be easy," she said encouraging me.  "It's summer vacation so
there won't be anyone around, right?  No janitors or security guards or
anything?"

   "Not as far as I know," I said.

   "I don't see anyone nearby," Carli said as she looked both directions.
"No cars coming.  Let's go for it!" She dragged me out of our hiding spot
and we began running hand-in-hand across the highway and through the
faculty parking lot until we reached the school.  I touched the side of the
school and we both collapsed in a heap of breathless laughter.  I did it!
We did it!

   We sat there for a couple of minutes by the side of the school
collecting ourselves when Carli had another idea.  "Hey let's walk around
to the front door.  I want to get your picture there."

   By now I was starting to feel bulletproof so a couple of minutes later I
found myself walking naked up the same steps I'd walked up hundreds of
times before.  I struck different poses against the door as Carli took
pictures, and if I was concerned about the people living in the houses
across the street seeing the flashes going off, I don't recall it.  And
when Carli looked into the window and said, "I wish we could get inside," I
responded, "I may know a way."

   I'd become overconfident and that almost always leads to a fall.  I was
about to learn that lesson the hard way.

   VII

   I led Carli around to the back of the building and down some stairs that
led to the basement.  According to rumor, the lock on the door leading into
the boiler room was broken and could be easily opened.  The person who'd
told me this rumor was my sister Sarah who'd heard about it from some
friends who'd allegedly broken in to steal some tests.  I guess I was about
to find out if the rumor was true.

   When I reached the door I twisted the door knob and could tell that it
was loose.  I jiggled the knob back and forth as I pushed and pulled on the
door but it remained locked.  I did this for a minute or so and was about
to give up when I felt something give and the door swung open.  A smile
spread across Carli's face.  "You did it, girl.  We're in."

   This was an old building and the boiler room was kind of disgusting,
especially walking through it with bare feet.  It was also pitch black down
here and we stumbled around for a couple of minutes before we found the
stairs that led up to the first floor classrooms.  I opened the door and
stepped through into a hallway that I'd walked like a million times.  "I
can't believe it," I whispered to Carli, "I'm walking naked through my
school!"

   "I know," she said.  "This must be so cool for you."

   It's almost impossible to describe my feelings at that moment but I can
tell you I was incredibly turned on.  It was like one of those naked in
school dreams but it was real!  As I walked along I could almost imagine my
schoolmates watching in amazement as I calmly strolled naked down the
hallway.  "Look," I said.  Here's my locker from last year!" I walked over
and entered the combination and felt it snap open.  I turned to Carli to
show her but she was farther down the hallway trying to open classroom
doors.  The first three were locked but on the fourth try she found one
that was unlocked.  She pushed the door open and smiled and wiggled her
forefinger at me.

   "Melissa, dear, you're late for class.  Hurry along." I giggled as I
watched her disappear into the room and I scampered down the hallway after
her.

   "This is Mrs.  Taylor's room," I said as I entered the classroom.  "I
had Western Civ here last year." Carli was sitting at Mrs.  Taylor's desk
and looked up at me.

   "You're late, Melissa.  Hurry up and take a seat, please," she said in
her most officious voice.

   "Yes, ma'am," I giggled and I sat down in one of the desks in the front
row.  I was so wet now I was sure I was leaving a puddle on the wooden
seat. Carli grabbed a book from the bookshelf near her desk and pretended
to be reading it.  Then she looked up and stared at me.

   "Melissa, have you come to my class naked again?"

   "Yes, ma'am," I said, trying to suppress another giggle.

   "What have I told you about that?"

   "Not to do it?"

   "That's right, and here you've done it again.  Come up here please." I
walked up and stood before her.

   "Melissa, turn around and tell the rest of the class why you've chosen
to come to my class naked today."

   I turned around and stared at the classroom full of empty desks and
could almost imagine them filled with my classmates.  "Um, I came here
naked today because I really, really like to be naked.  I like to have
people stare at every inch of my nude body.  It makes me really hot."

   Carli spoke up behind me.  "Melissa, you've been a very bad girl.  Come
over here, please, so you can receive your punishment." I walked over
toward her and I could see that she was as turned on as I was.  Her nipples
looked like they were going to poke holes in her tank top.  "Bend over on
my lap, Melissa."

   "Yes, ma'am." The first few spanks on my bare butt were light but as
they got progressively harder I began squealing and squirming in her lap. I
was disappointed when she finally stopped.  I stood up and looked at her,
rubbing my ass.  Carli was breathing as heavily as I was.

   "Are you ready to be a good girl now, Melissa?" she said.

   "Yes, ma'am," I said as I bowed my head.

   "Then I want you to make yourself come for me.  Right there on my desk."

   "Yes, ma'am." I crawled up on Mrs.  Taylor's desk, placed both feet on
the top of the desk and spread my legs wide open in front of Carli.  I
began caressing my breasts as my fingers slid in and out of my pussy. 
Carli picked up her camera and snapped off several pictures but I was way
past the point of caring by now.  If someone had told me a few weeks ago
that I'd willingly masturbate in front of another girl  -" and in my high
school!   -" I'd have called them insane.  But I was totally, completely,
and hopelessly lost in the moment now and I closed my eyes and drifted to a
place deep within myself.  My moans became louder and louder but they
sounded muted like they were coming from a distance.  When the wave
building inside of me finally crested I tilted my head back and let out a
guttural scream.

   When I opened up my eyes I saw Carli staring at me through half-closed
lids, her left hand kneading her breasts beneath her tank top and her right
hand moving furiously beneath her shorts.  I dropped my hands to my side
and opened my legs wider, giving her an unobstructed view of my nude body.
Moments later she reached her own climax.

   After it was over was we sat quietly and smiled weakly at each other,
our energy spent.  "Oh my fucking god," she said finally.

   "Yeah," I nodded in agreement.  "Oh my fucking god."

   That's when we both saw the beam of a flashlight outside the window.

   VIII

   We both dove down onto the floor as the flashlight beam worked its way
down the building toward our classroom.  When it reached our windows we saw
the beam move back and forth along the wall behind us until it stopped on
the still open classroom door.  "Shit," I whispered.  "I left the door
open." We were huddled behind the desk where anyone looking into the window
wouldn't be able to see us.  The beam of light moved around the room for a
minute or so and then retreated back the other direction toward the front
door of the school.  Carli crawled over to the window and carefully stood
up and peeked out of it.

   "It's a cop," she whispered.  "Someone must have seen us!"

   "Ohmygod, I am so screwed," I muttered, almost in a trance.  All of
those rationalizations I'd constructed suddenly collapsed in an instant as
the realization of what it would mean if I was caught naked in here hit me
like a body blow.

   "C'mon Melissa," Carli said.  "We have to get the hell out of here!" She
grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the classroom.  Down the hall we heard
the sound of keys trying to open the front door of the building so we
turned and ran the opposite way.  At the other end of the hallway we saw
the flashing lights of a County Sheriff's car through a window pulling into
the parking lot outside.  "How many cops are there in this town anyway?"
Carli asked.

   "There's usually a city cop and sometimes a county sheriff on duty."

   "Well, they're both here."

    -<

    -< "Ohmygod."

   C'mon." Carli dragged me toward a nearby stairway and we ran up to the
second floor just as the front doors swung open down the hallway.

   "Is there a fire escape or something up here?" Carli asked desperately.
"There has to be a fire escape up here, right?"

   "Yeah, but we're not supposed to use it except for during an emergency.
There's an alarm on it."

   A laugh escaped from Carli's lips.  "I'd call this an emergency,
wouldn't you?  Where is it?"

   "This way," I said and we started running down the hallway as we heard
the sound of footsteps coming up the stairway behind us.  We reached the
white fire escape door and shoved it open, and as we scrambled down the
fire escape a loud alarm bell started clanging overhead.  If the
neighborhood wasn't awake before, it was now.

   We ran as fast as we could down various streets and alleys until even I
wasn't quite sure where the hell we were.  When we couldn't run anymore we
found an empty house with a For Sale sign out front and hid ourselves in
the backyard.  After we caught our breath we started out again, hoping I
could find my bearings.  When we reached the next block I broke out
laughing.  I just couldn't help it.

   "I know where we are now," I said.  "We're like a block from the school.
We've been running around in circles."

   "How do we get back to the park from here?"

   "The highway's just a block that way," I said pointing to the east.  "If
we can make it to the other side we can get back on the path that runs
alongside the creek."

   "Well, let's do it then," Carli said.

   I was oblivious to my nudity now and walked numbly down the street.  I
just wanted to get the hell home.  When we reached the highway there was no
sign of the cops and we sprinted to the other side and finally found
ourselves back on the path home.  We retraced our steps through the little
league field, the basketball court and back through the park.  Carli
stopped to retrieve her pot on the way and when we finally got near her
campsite we paused to say goodbye.  In the distance I could see the first
faint sign of light on the horizon.

   "Hey, that was the most fun I've ever had in my life," Carli said.  "I
hope I didn't get you into trouble."

   "I don't know.  If anyone recognized me I'm screwed.  But I had fun,
too. If I'm grounded for the next year it will have been totally worth it."

   "God, you're so cute," she said as she gave me a hug.  "I wish I could
take you with me." She stepped back and brushed a tear from her eye.  "Hey,
I'll send you an e-mail with these pictures just like I promised."

   "Can I take a picture of you?" I asked.

   "Sure," she said.  She handed me the camera, then looked around
nervously.  "I'll even make it a special one." Without warning Carli peeled
off her tank top and shorts and stood before me naked.  "Here you go," she
laughed nervously.

   I held up the camera and snapped the picture.  My god, she was
absolutely gorgeous.  She huddled near me to look at the picture.  "I don't
think I'll let my brother see that one," she laughed.

   "But you'll send it to me, right?  Along with the others?"

   "Oh yeah.  Absolutely." Carli gave me another hug and I felt her naked
body against mine.  Then she leaned over and kissed me and I melted in her
arms.

   "Have you ever kissed a girl before?" she asked.  I shook my head
weakly. "Well here's one for the road." I gasped as her lips closed again
over mine.

   I watched as Carli pulled on her clothes and walked away.  Just before
entering her tent she turned and blew me a kiss.  I wiped the tears from
eyes and headed back to my own tent just as the sun began coming up over
the horizon.

   IX

   As I sat through yet another tale of addiction I began to squirm in my
seat.  There's a relentless sameness to these stories after awhile, as if
they're all being read from the same script.  I don't mean to make light of
what these people are going through because I know they're in a lot of
pain, but I'd decided that while I could sympathize with them I couldn't
necessarily relate to them.  Their drug and alcohol addictions had been
beating them down and sapping the life out of them, while my addiction has
done just the opposite for me.  It's a constant source of energy and
excitement in my life.  You see I've only just turned twenty-five, still
look young for my age, always get carded whenever I go to bars, and still
look great naked.  And, oh yes, I'm happily single and very bisexual.

   Now don't get me wrong, just because I believe my addiction is different
doesn't mean that I don't realize that it could lead to my downfall. 
That's why I'm here tonight, right?  You see, after college I bounced
around a couple of different jobs that I didn't really care much about, but
now I finally have a job I love.  So what's the problem?  Well, I've
started scoping out places in and around my office building where I might
be able to get away with getting naked.  That's the problem.  I just can't
help myself.

   I wonder what these people would think if I stood up and told them about
Carli and our night in my high school?  I'll bet that's a tale they've
never heard here before.

   I did get the pictures from Carli and I still have them.  We even kept
in touch for awhile, but that was the last time I ever saw her.  That
turned out to be my last streak of the summer and I guess I definitely made
the most of it.  I didn't dare go out after that for awhile since I was
sure that someone must have recognized me and reported me.  I spent the
next few days nervously waiting for the hammer to drop, but somehow it
never happened.  By the time I was comfortable that I'd gotten away with
it, I'd moved back into my bedroom, school had started, and the nights were
beginning to cool off.

   One thing's for certain, I was a different person when I returned to
school that fall.  I had a lot more confidence in my looks, my body, and
even my ability to persevere in the face of adversity.  I hadn't completely
come out of my shell  -" that wouldn't happen for a couple of more years 
-" but I wasn't the same wilting wallflower either.  During my senior year
I made some new friends, a few new enemies, found a boyfriend, lost my
virginity, broke up with my boyfriend, cried a lot, laughed a lot, and
basically experienced the same drama that most high school girls go
through. One thing that was different about me than the other girls,
though, was that I couldn't enter Mrs.  Taylor's classroom without
smiling...or getting turned on.

   So was that night the end of my streaking career in my hometown?  Not a
chance.  I didn't do it nearly as frequently, and it required a lot more
planning when I did, but there was no way I was going to give it up.  I
loved it too much.

   And did I ever finally get caught?  Oh yeah.  Most definitely.  But
that's a story for another day.

   The AA meeting was finally winding down and I collected my things to
leave.  I was shuffling for the door behind the other people when the
leader of the meeting approached me.

   "Hello, my name is Dennis.  I don't think I've seen you here before." He
seemed like an earnest enough fellow and I smiled at him.

   "Hi.  My name's Melissa and I'm an exhibitionist." I could tell he was a
little nonplussed by my introduction.

   "Um...well, that's, um, interesting.  You know we deal with a lot of
different types of addictions here.  Would you like a copy of our twelve
step program?"

   "Yes, thank you.  I'll be sure to look at it.  It might help."

   "Great.  And if you need a sponsor or someone to talk to, I can help,"
he said.

   "No thanks, Dennis.  I've decided I don't actually want to give up my
addiction.  I just want to learn how to control it a little better."

   "Well, a lot of people think they can do that and it rarely ever works
out."

   "I know," I said.  "But I'm willing to take that chance.  You see, my
addiction has helped me to become the person I am, and I really like who I
am.  But there is one thing you can do for me if you want."

   "What's that?"

   "Well, I've decided to drive home naked tonight and you can come out
into the parking lot and watch me get undressed if you'd like."

   I had to suppress a laugh as his jaw nearly hit the floor when I said
that.  "Are you serious?" he asked.

   "Very."

   He looked around the nearly empty room.  "Um...okay."

   Dennis followed me out to the parking lot like a little puppy until I
stopped him about fifteen feet from my car.  "This is as far as you go,
Dennis.  You can watch but that's all." He nodded his head and obeyed.

   There were a couple of other people from the meeting still in the lot,
but I didn't mind.  I opened my car doors electronically and popped open
the trunk, then pulled off my shoes and socks and tossed them into it.  I
turned toward Dennis and began slowly unbuttoning my blouse as my body
swayed to a rhythm only I could hear.  I pulled the blouse off and turned
and placed it into the trunk.  With my back still toward Dennis I
unbuttoned my jeans and began slowly peeling them down my hips revealing
the thong underneath.

   After the jeans followed the blouse into the trunk I turned back to
Dennis, unhooked my bra and slid the straps down each shoulder.  As I
removed the bra I quickly covered my breasts with my left arm and gave him
a shy, demure smile.  Then I turned and dropped the bra into the trunk with
the other clothes, leaving only my bare back exposed to him.  I dropped my
arms to my side and began swaying again, exposing almost everything yet
nothing to him.

   Finally, I slipped my thumbs beneath the thin cloth of my thong and,
bending forward at the waist, slid it down my legs and stepped out of it. I
twirled it around my finger a couple of times, then tossed it into the
trunk and slammed it shut.  Only then did I turn and face Dennis, allowing
him to see everything.  I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he had
enjoyed the show.  Men are so easy.

   As I gave him an unrestricted view of my body I saw the same hungry look
in his eyes I'd seen so many times before.  I never got tired of it.

   I finally walked to my car door and opened it, then turned and waved at
Dennis.  "Good luck with your continued sobriety," I said.

   "Thank you," he replied.  "Thank you very much."

   I fired up the engine, pulled out of the parking lot and began my drive
home.  Then I broke out laughing.

   God, I love my addiction.

   Confessions of an Exhibitionist 2 It took me all of about sixty seconds
to find Carli -(TM)s Facebook page on the internet.

   The AA meeting last week had started me thinking about Carli again and
that single crazy night that we -(TM)d spent together when I was still a
very shy, naïve eighteen year-old country girl.  Not even one night really
- more like just a couple of hours - but it was during that short, intense
period in my life that had changed it forever.  That was the night that my
experimentation with public exhibitionism had blazed into a consuming
addiction for me.  And it was during that long, lingering goodbye kiss with
Carli that I -(TM)d discovered that I had an attraction to more than just
boys.

   I never saw her again after that night and we hadn -(TM)t exchanged
e-mails in years, but there she was now smiling at me from my computer
monitor.  She was older, of course, and her face had matured a little, but
she was still as drop-dead gorgeous as ever.

   I took out my smart phone and began scrolling through the pictures that
Carli had taken of me that night.  There I was - in all my naked glory - in
the park, on the playground equipment, on the little league diamond, posing
before the front door of my high school, walking down the hallway inside,
and, finally, masturbating in front of her on the teacher -(TM)s desk in
Mrs.  Taylor -(TM)s classroom.

    -�Wow, who -(TM)s that? -� Startled, I quickly put my phone face down
on my desk and turned and saw Jeff, one of my co-workers, standing at the
entrance to my cubicle.  He was staring at Carli -(TM)s picture on my
monitor.

    -�Down boy, -� I said, relieved he hadn -(TM)t seen what I was looking
at on my phone.   -�She -(TM)s an old friend. -�

    -�Not very old.  The two of you would make a tasty Jeff sandwich. -�

   I laughed at his dumb sexual innuendo.  Jeff was as geeky as they come
and his junior high level of sexual bravado was always a source of
amusement to me.  Besides, he was married to a woman he positively adored
so his flirting was harmless.  At least I hoped it was.

    -�In your dreams, Jeffy boy, -� I said.

    -�Yep, I -(TM)d rate that about a three kleenex dream. -�

    -�Jeff! -� I said in mock horror.   -�Haven -(TM)t you taken the Value
of Respect training?  Do you think this kind of talk is appropriate for the
workplace? -�

    -�Oh, hey Melissa, I was just joking around, -� he said nervously.  
-�I didn -(TM)t mean anything by it. -�

    -�Oh, that -(TM)s too bad, because I was going to arrange a threesome
for us.  But if you -(TM)re not interested -- -�

   Jeff relaxed and smiled when he saw I was joking.  He really was fun to
play around with.   -�Oh, well in that case I -(TM)ll have to check with my
wife, -� he said.   -�I -(TM)m sure she -(TM)ll be fine with it. -�

    -�You do that, Jeff, and get back to me. -�

    -�So did you two go to high school together or something? -� he asked
pointing at Carli -(TM)s picture.

   I couldn -(TM)t help but smile.   -�Yeah, something like that. -�

   He looked a little puzzled by my obvious amusement at his question but
didn -(TM)t pursue it.   -�So anyway, Melissa, the reason I came down here
was to tell you that since the team is out of town some of us are going to
Sneakers after work for a couple of beers.  Are you interested? -�

    -�I can -(TM)t tonight, -� I said.   -�I have some plans. -�

    -�Ah, -� he said,  -�I gotcha.  I guess that -(TM)s why you wore a
dress to work today. -� I was wearing a cotton summer dress and if Jeff
only knew that I had nothing on beneath it and that I -(TM)d worn it mainly
because it could be quickly removed and was disposable, it probably would
-(TM)ve rated at least a four or five kleenex fantasy on his scale.

   Since discovering the thrill of public nudity in high school my
adventures have generally involved one of two basic types of exhibitionism.
The first is what I guess most people think of when they think of streakers
or exhibitionists.  In those situations I know in advance that I -(TM)ll
have audience --that people are going to see me naked and I want to be seen
naked.  As much fun as that can be it -(TM)s usually the second type of
adventure that turns out to be much more intense and exciting.  In those
scenarios I don -(TM)t want to be seen naked because there may be potential
social, legal, or career ramifications if I am.  The thrill comes from the
chance of being caught.

   It was the latter type of adventure that I had planned for tonight and
my anticipation had been building all day.  And, as usual, I knew my body
was beginning to betray me.  My mom had first suspiciously called it a 
-�glow -� and I didn -(TM)t dare wear any type of form fitting clothing
that would reveal erect nipples.  Not unless I wanted people to notice
anyway, and today I most definitely didn -(TM)t.

    -�You look flushed, -� Jeff said.   -�Are you feeling okay? -�

    -�I -(TM)m fine.  I guess I -(TM)m just getting hot thinking about our
threesome, Jeff. -�

    -�Oh yeah, -� he said and then a look of panic came over his face.  
-�You weren -(TM)t really serious about that were you?  Because I don
-(TM)t think my wife would -- -� I picked up a nerf basketball I had on my
desk and threw it at him.

    -�Get out of here you dweeb, -� I laughed.

   After he left I picked up my phone and scrolled to the only picture I
had taken myself that night.  I stared at Carli -(TM)s beautiful nude body,
then turned to her Facebook page and clicked on the  -�Add as Friend -�
link.  Then I shut down my computer and prepared to leave.



   Confessions of an Exhibitonist 2 (Part 2)

   Several hours later I stared at the South Towne Mall through the
windshield of my parked car and tried to talk myself out of what I was
about to do.  Walking naked through a mall was one of my long-time
fantasies but as I stared at the hundreds of cars in the parking lot I
realized just how crazy this was.  Malls meant security guards which meant
the distinct possibility of arrest if I was caught, and this was one of the
largest malls in the city.  The reason I was here tonight was because I
-(TM)d discovered an opportunity that might allow me to do it and get away
with it.  It was an opportunity that would end very soon and may never come
around again.

   What made me even more nervous was knowing that an arrest would almost
certainly end my new career before it had really even started.  That -(TM)s
why I -(TM)d gone to that AA meeting last week, to see if I could gain some
control over my addiction.  Yet here I am tonight like a junkie looking for
another fix.

   I guess now is a good time to describe my new job to you and why what I
was contemplating doing tonight was so incredibly risky.  You see, I work
for a major league baseball team that will remain anonymous.  I -(TM)m a
baseball stats geek who has landed the job of her dreams.

   I don -(TM)t know why, but even as a young girl I had a passion for
math. My parents told me that almost from the moment I learned to count to
ten I would go around the house counting everything I saw.  Once I reached
ten, I -(TM)d start over again at one.  I think it drove them a little bit
nuts after awhile.

   I loved numbers and statistics and math and anything that would allow me
to measure and quantify the world around me.  Needless to say, this was
something that didn -(TM)t exactly draw a flock of friends and admirers to
my side, which was okay for a shy, introverted small town girl.  And when I
later grew to share my father -(TM)s love for baseball I -(TM)d found the
perfect outlet for my passion for numbers and statistics.

   There -(TM)s no game in the world more suited to statistical analysis
than baseball.  Everything that happens on a major league baseball diamond
-" every pitch, every swing, every walk, every hit, every foul ball, every
error  -" is measured and quantified and compiled into statistics that are
pored over by both baseball junkies and professionals who attempt to
analyze what they tell us about individual players and teams.

   After I discovered Bill James and sabermetrics my passion for baseball
statistics rose to a new level.  Every fan knows about stats like batting
average, RBIs and ERA, but in many ways those are crude and inefficient
measures.  James had developed new ways to analyze the game which yielded
results that often contradicted baseball common wisdom that had been taught
for more than a century.  I devoured everything he wrote and pored through
major league statistics to try to uncover my own hidden clues to the
effectiveness of different players and strategies.

   After graduating from college I sent my resume to every major league
team in the country and got exactly zero responses.  I guess I shouldn
-(TM)t have been surprised or disappointed.  I mean, who was I?  Just some
girl with a math minor and no baseball experience other than being a fan. I
was competing against people with masters degrees from Ivy League colleges
who -(TM)d written their thesis on baseball statistics or people who -(TM)d
made a name for themselves with their baseball analysis.  I was nobody.

   So I took an office job with a small advertising firm and spent my spare
time on my two favorite hobbies: watching baseball and getting naked in
places where I wasn -(TM)t supposed to be naked, including in and around my
office.  I didn -(TM)t care much about the job so I wasn -(TM)t too worried
about the consequences of getting caught.

   The exhibitionism was fun but watching baseball --not so much.  My
favorite team went into a tailspin last year, losing over 100 games and it
became excruciating to watch them after awhile.  At the end of the season
the club cleaned house, firing the coaching staff and general manager, then
hired a new GM to rebuild the team.  I dusted off my resume and was going
to send it to him when I decided that was a waste of time.  Instead, I
spent a month working up a detailed statistical analysis of all the players
in the organization, from the major league team all the way down to the low
minors.  When I was satisfied with it I put it on a disk, flew across the
state, and handed it to the new general manager as he was eating lunch in a
restaurant.  I was like some kid from a garage band handing a demo tape to
a rock star.  I didn -(TM)t know if he -(TM)d even bother looking at what I
-(TM)d done but it worked!  I got the job interview and a few weeks later I
was moving to a new city to start my dream job!

   It was just an entry level position in the team -(TM)s statistical
analysis department but it was the kind of job that could eventually lead
to an executive position with the team, even general manager  -" the person
in charge of building the team through trades, free agent signings, and the
draft.  That -(TM)s a longshot obviously, especially for a woman in a
male-dominated profession, but it -(TM)s not a total pipedream either.  It
-(TM)s a goal that a smart, ambitious person might achieve and I believe
that I have both of those qualities.

   So why would I risk my future on a temporary thrill tonight?  Why does
any addict engage in what they know is potentially self-destructive
behavior?  Logically, I knew that this wasn -(TM)t worth risking my career
for, but how many of us allow logic to govern our decisions?  We -(TM)re
creatures of our habits and our passions and I -(TM)m no different.  The
greater the risk, the more intense the thrill was for me; and the greater
the thrill, the more I wanted to walk that high wire between pleasure and
pain.

   One last time I mentally listed all of the reasons why this was a very
bad idea, then I got out of the car, hid the keys in the wheel well and
began walking toward the mall.  Just like I knew I would all along.



   Confessions of an Exhibitonist 2 (Part 3a)

   The mall was busy tonight, but not as packed as I -(TM)d seen it on
other occasions.  I walked past the busy shops and corridors filled with
shoppers until I reached my destination.  When I saw the sign my heart
skipped a beat:

   Join Us Saturday for the Grand Opening of the South Towne Mall
Expansion!

   I pretended to window shop at a nearby store until there was no one in
the vicinity, then strode quickly past the orange cones that were the only
things blocking the passageway into the new expansion.

   The mall had been building a multi-million dollar expansion over the
past eight or nine months and I now found myself walking past the gated
shops that would be opening up in just a couple of days.  I -(TM)d
discovered this area the previous weekend and, of course, couldn -(TM)t
resist exploring it.  This was a large building, probably almost a quarter
the size of the rest of the mall, but it had been nearly deserted that day.
The construction was finished so the only people I saw were those preparing
their shops for the grand opening.  That -(TM)d been in the middle of the
day, though, and I guessed that if I came back during the evening hours
even they would be gone.  So far it looked like I was right.

   I strolled slowly down the empty corridors, listening intently for the
presence of others and allowing my anticipation to build.  My thin cotton
summer dress swayed gently as I walked, lightly caressing my nude body
beneath it.  Even fully clothed I was beginning to reach that heightened
state of awareness  -" of my body and of my surroundings  -" that often
accompanied my nude walks.

   When I reached the end of the building I turned down a corridor that led
to the restrooms and entered the ladies room.  It was pitch dark in here
and I flipped on the light switch.  I walked over to the mirror and stood
in front of it, then peeled the dress down my body and stepped out of it. I
turned to look at my nude body from different angles.  It was lean and
taut, not too thin but with no extra fat anywhere either.  My breasts weren
-(TM)t large but they were a perfect fit proportionally to the rest of my
body.  The shy, geeky, awkward small town girl with the flat chest, braces
and acne had somehow developed into the pretty young woman I saw staring
back at me.  Even now I was still a little amazed at that.

   I folded the dress and placed it on the floor under the sink where it
wouldn -(TM)t be easily seen if someone came in here, then took off my
leather sandals and put them next to the dress.  It wasn -(TM)t a great
hiding place but I didn -(TM)t see anywhere in here that would be much
better.  Besides, I doubted anyone would be coming in here tonight anyway.
At least I hoped not.

   I walked over to the exit door and paused briefly as the potential
consequences ran through my mind one last time.  This area may be empty now
but at any time security guards, shop owners, or customers could come back
here and discover me.  Instead of discouraging me, though, this thought
sent an even greater rush of adrenaline through my body.  How far could I
get from my clothes and how long did I dare stay out there?  I was going to
find out.  I took a deep breath, flipped off the light switch, and stepped
naked out into the corridor.



   Confessions of an Exhibitonist 2 (Part 3b)

   I tiptoed down the hallway to its end then peered around the corner. 
The building -(TM)s overhead lights were turned off but there was enough
ambient light coming from the skylight above that the overall effect was
dimness rather than darkness.  There was certainly enough light for a naked
girl to be spotted wandering the corridors.  With all my senses on full
alert I stepped out into the corridor and began walking slowly past the
dark, gated shops on either side.

   I -(TM)m naked in the mall!  Sure, this part of the mall was closed
right now but I wasn -(TM)t that far from dozens, or even hundreds of
people.  I decided I was going to explore as far as I dared and as I walked
past the different shops I imagined that the hallways were filled with
shoppers shocked at the sight of a nude young woman.

   I stopped to look in the window of one of the stores and caught a
glimpse of my bare breasts in the reflection.  I caressed them and teased
my hard nipples between my fingertips.  Whew!  No wonder I -(TM)m hooked on
this, I thought to myself.

   I continued my walk, turning down different corridors, stopping at times
to look into shop windows, and with each step I took I became more turned
on.  I rounded a corner and entered a large open court that featured a
fountain in the center.  The skylight was directly above me here, and with
the sun still out in the evening summer sky it was brighter here than some
of the previous areas I -(TM)d explored.  I paused for a minute to watch
and listen for any sign of other people in the area, then began walking
across the open area toward the fountain.

   I was close to an orgasm as I sat down on the edge of the fountain.  I
thought about bringing myself off right there but I was in a very exposed
area and the sound of the flowing water would mask the sound of someone
approaching.  Besides, I wanted to hold onto my intense arousal as long as
possible.  I dipped my hands into the water and splashed it across my body,
then stood up and began walking to the opposite end of the court.

   I continued my nude stroll until I reached the passageway to the rest of
the mall.  I tiptoed over to the corner and peered around it.  Just thirty
feet away I could see shoppers passing by and another wave of adrenaline
and arousal pulsated through my body.  God, I love this!

   I waited until there didn -(TM)t appear to be anyone looking this way
then I stepped out into the middle of passageway and stood naked in full
view of the mall corridor ahead of me.  I could see at least a half a dozen
people now walking away from me, but I held my ground there for ten
seconds, fifteen, twenty, thirty.  I finally lost my nerve at about a
minute and scampered back around the corner.  God, Melissa, you are f#cking
crazy!

   My entire body now felt like an electric current was running through it
and I didn -(TM)t know how much longer I could hold off an orgasm.  I began
walking down the corridor looking for a shadowy spot to bring myself off
when I heard the voices.  Ahead of me I saw a man and a woman enter the
corridor and I ducked into a shop doorway and pressed my back against the
locked gate.  Had they seen me?

    -�You don -(TM)t suppose we -(TM)ll get in trouble for coming back
here, do you? -� I heard a woman ask.  It sounded like she had a British
accent.

    -�Naw, -� an American man replied.   -�The worst they can do is kick us
out. -�

   The footsteps grew louder and I pressed myself tighter against the gate,
wishing I could make myself invisible.  Moments later the couple came into
view in front of me.  They were both looking at the shops opposite me and
for a moment I thought they might pass without seeing me.  Then the woman
turned my direction and an astonished look came across her face.   -�What
is this then? -� she said.

   Since becoming an exhibitionist I -(TM)ve had many opportunities to
gauge the reactions of people to a naked woman in an unexpected situation.
Men -(TM)s reactions were very predictable and they usually ran the gamut
from pleased to very pleased to see a naked woman.  Or, if they were with a
wife or girlfriend, pretending not to appear pleased.  But women were much
more unpredictable.  I -(TM)ve had just about every type of reaction from
women: pleased, angry, amused, jealous, catty, excited --you name it.  So I
covered myself with my hands as the couple approached and studied the woman
-(TM)s face for her reaction.

    -�Have you lost your kit, dear? -� she asked.  I didn -(TM)t quite know
what that meant but I figured it had something to do with being naked.

    -�I, um --I -(TM)m just doing a little streaking.  Just to see if I
could get away with it. -� I glanced at the man -(TM)s face and, well, he
looked pleased to be seeing a naked woman.  I still couldn -(TM)t read the
woman yet, though.  She looked me over and then a smile broke out on her
face and I began to relax.

    -�How fun!  Did you hear that, Tom?  She -(TM)s a streaker. -� I don
-(TM)t know if they were a couple or just friends but she didn -(TM)t seem
too upset about the man staring at a naked woman.

    -�Yeah, I can see that, -� his eyes roaming up and down my body.

    -�So where are your clothes anyway? -� the British woman asked.

    -�Um --I hid them.  In the ladies room, -� I said.

    -�So are you going to streak the rest of the mall?  That -(TM)s where
the people are, after all. -�

    -�No, -� I said.   -�That -(TM)s too risky.  I -(TM)m just going to
stay back here. -�

    -�But there -(TM)s no one back here.  That -(TM)s not a proper streak.
You should run through the busy area! -�

    -�Um, maybe next time.  I don -(TM)t think I -(TM)m ready for that just
yet. -� I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable now.  I was trapped here
not far from the rest of the mall and was beginning to worry that all the
talking would draw attention.  The couple continued asking me questions for
a couple of minutes and then, inevitably, asked to take a picture. 
Everyone seems to have a camera with them these days.

   So I agreed to it.  I mean, what else could I do?  I dropped my arms to
expose my body and they each took turns posing with me.  I just hope this
doesn -(TM)t turn up on the internet, I thought.

    -�Okay love, -� the woman said finally.   -�We -(TM)re going to check
out the rest of this new mall.  Have fun with the rest of your streak. -�

    -�Thanks.  I will. -� I breathed a sigh of relief after they were out
of sight and began walking toward the opposite side of the mall expansion.
By now my body was on fire and I thought I might come just walking down the
empty corridor.  When I was sure I was far enough way from the couple I sat
down next to the entrance to a sporting goods store, spread my legs, and
plunged my fingers into the moistness between my legs.  Oh God!  I bit my
lip to keep from moaning out loud and it was only moments before my body
shook with an intense orgasm.

   I was emotionally drained now and sat for a couple of minutes
recovering. I surveyed my surroundings and realized that in just a couple
days this area would be crawling with shoppers.  God, this had been intense
but I knew I -(TM)d pushed my luck way too far.  It was time to get back to
my clothes.

   I stood up and started walking again toward the back of the empty mall
expansion.  I heard footsteps from the opposite side and hid myself and
watched the same couple heading back toward the main body of the mall.  I
was lucky that they took it so well, I thought to myself.  Being discovered
could've been disastrous.

   I began walking again and soon reached the corridor that led to the
restrooms.  I pushed open the ladies room door and was surprised to find
the light on inside.  I walked over and bent down beneath the sink where I
-(TM)d hidden my clothes but I saw nothing.  They weren -(TM)t there!  In a
panic I searched all the stalls and the waste receptacle but they were
nowhere to be found.

   That bitch!  That goddamn British bitch!  She stole my clothes!



   Confessions of an Exhibitonist 2 (Part 4)

   Stupid, stupid, stupid.  Those words kept running through my head as I
ran through the mall expansion.  You -(TM)re so stupid, Melissa.  Why the
hell did I tell them where I -(TM)d hidden my clothes?  I hadn -(TM)t been
thinking.

   My bare feet slapped loudly against the tile floor as I ran but I wasn
-(TM)t concerned about stealth anymore.  If they reached the main mall
before I caught them I was screwed anyway.

   I spotted them up ahead just entering the passageway to the main mall. I
sprinted to it and hid myself just around the corner.  I stuck my head out
and hissed at them just as they stepped over the red cones into the mall. 
-�Hey! -� I said in as loud a whisper as I dared.   -�Hey! -� They both
turned and a broad smile came across the British woman -(TM)s face.  Behind
them I could see shoppers moving up and down the hallway.

    -�There -(TM)s my little streaker, -� she said brightly.  Then she
reached into a shopping bag and pulled out my dress.   -�How do you like my
new outfit?  I think it will just fit. -�

    -�Give it back, -� I pleaded.   -�Please! -�

    -�I don -(TM)t think so.  I don -(TM)t want to be mean or anything
--okay maybe a little.  I just think you should do a proper streak. -�

    -�Please, no.  I don -(TM)t want to get in trouble. -�

    -�Well, you should have thought of that before, shouldn -(TM)t you? 
What do you think, Tom?  Would you like to see her do a proper streak? -�

    -�Absolutely, -� he said.  Tom was obviously enjoying this but I could
tell it was the woman running the show.  He was just along for the ride.

   The woman walked a few steps closer, being careful not to get close
enough where I might try to snatch the dress from her.   -�Listen love, I
-(TM)ll make you a deal.  I -(TM)m going to walk up the corridor a ways and
if you walk to me nice and slow with your hands at your sides, I -(TM)ll
give you your dress back. -�

    -�How far? -� I asked, my stomach churning.

   She turned and looked into the mall.   -�To the escalator, -� she
replied.

   I gasped.  That was almost all the way down the corridor and past at
least a dozen shops.   -�That -(TM)s too far! -�

    -�That -(TM)s your choice, take it or leave it. -�

   My mind raced as I thought about my options.  I -(TM)d seen two exits to
the parking lot in the mall expansion but for all I knew they were locked.
In fact, they almost certainly were and I -(TM)m sure this bitch wasn
-(TM)t going to give me time to go check them anyway.  If I didn -(TM)t get
the dress back my only other option to get back to my car was through the
mall anyway.  If I did what she asked at least I -(TM)d get my dress back
which would limit my exposure somewhat.

    -�If I do this you have to make sure there aren -(TM)t any security
guards around, -� I said.   -�I don -(TM)t want to get arrested. -�

    -�Okay.  That -(TM)s fair, I suppose.  I -(TM)ll give you a signal when
it -(TM)s safe. -�

   Am I really going to do this, I asked myself?  It was risky enough when
I was walking naked through the deserted mall expansion, but now I -(TM)m
going to walk naked right through the middle of the mall?  But what choice
did I have?  It struck me just how vulnerable I was right now, and a fresh
wave of excitement and arousal surged through my body.  I -(TM)m being
forced live out a fantasy, something I probably could never have summoned
the courage to do on my own, and my body was definitely onboard with that.
My mind, however, wasn -(TM)t so sure.  This was much riskier than what I
-(TM)d planned and I kept thinking about the consequences to my career if I
got caught.

    -�Please, -� I begged her once more.   -�I can -(TM)t afford to get
arrested.  Just give me my dress back. -�

   The woman turned back to her companion and began to walk away.   -�I
guess it -(TM)s time to be going, Tom.  She -(TM)s not interested. -�

    -�Wait, -� I hissed at her.   -�I -(TM)ll do it. -�

    -�That -(TM)s the spirit! -� she said brightly.   -�Just give us a
couple of minutes to get down by the escalator and I -(TM)ll wave to you
when it -(TM)s safe.  And don -(TM)t forget, no hurrying along or covering
up! -�

   The couple began walking away down the hallway taking my dress with
them.



   Confessions of an Exhibitonist 2 (Conclusion)

   I leaned back against the wall and surveyed the darkened stores around
me.  It -(TM)s odd how an area that seemed like such a daring place to be
nude only a few minutes ago now felt like sanctuary compared to where I was
about to go.  My body was trembling and I don -(TM)t know if it -(TM)s from
fear or excitement or a combination of both.

   How in the hell did I manage to get myself into this situation?  It was
no big mystery, of course.  I -(TM)d chosen to put myself in a position
where something like this could happen and I began to wonder if telling the
woman where my clothes were hidden was done subconsciously.

   Looking back now I realized that the things she -(TM)d said after
discovering me had been tinged with sarcasm and that her display of
friendliness had been a front covering an underlying hostility.  How in the
world did I miss that?  I thought I -(TM)d become very good at reading the
reactions of women to my public nudity so I should -(TM)ve picked up the
warning signals right away, yet I -(TM)d blurted out the location of my
clothes to her.  I began to wonder if, deep down, this was exactly the
situation I wanted to be in.  After all, I knew all along that if for some
reason I lost my clothes or couldn -(TM)t get back to them that there was
only one way to get back to my car and that was through a busy mall.  I was
about to live out a long-time fantasy that I could never have worked up the
courage to do on my own and I -(TM)d voluntarily provided the information
to someone who could force me to do it.

   You have issues Melissa, I thought to myself.  So many issues.

   I peeked around the corner and saw that the British woman had almost
reached the escalator.  There was no sign of the man, Tom, but after a
quick search of the corridor I spotted him nearby with a camera and an
expectant smile.  There was going to be a record of my nude mall walk. 
Wonderful.

   The woman was in place now and after looking around the area, waved her
hand signaling that it was safe.  I had no real reason to trust her but I
was on the high wire now with no net below.  I took a couple of deep
breaths to try to calm myself, then stepped out from my hiding spot and
walked down the short passageway into the brightly lit, crowded mall.

   I don -(TM)t know what it is about being the only naked person in a
crowd but the awesome feeling of utterly feminine sexual vulnerability
surged through me like a tsunami.  My body was completely flushed now and
showing all the signs of sexual arousal as I tried to focus on the floor in
front of me, placing one foot in front of another.  I managed to avoid the
stares of the surprised shoppers surrounding me but had no way to block out
the sound of laughs and whistles.

   If you were wondering if my previous exhibitionist adventures had caused
me to become a bit jaded or blas�(C) over time about public nudity, the
obvious answer is no.  In some ways it -(TM)s gotten easier but that -(TM)s
only allowed me to push myself to new levels.  As I walked through the
crowded mall, my mind flashed back to my first experiments with public
exhibitionism as a high school girl.  I still felt that same heady brew of
dread, excitement, fear, and arousal coursing through my body and, if
anything, the rush was more intense now than ever.  It was more powerful to
me than any drug and it -(TM)s the pursuit of this fix that drove me to
push myself farther and farther to experience that high.  That -(TM)s what
had led me from those first tentative late night nude explorations in my
parent -(TM)s backyard to walking nude tonight through the middle of a
large city mall.

   My senses were filled with a swirl of sights, sounds, and emotions as I
continued my walk.  On my left now I was passing a chain restaurant and I
glanced over long enough to see dozens of eyes staring at me from within.
Several people with camera phones had begun following me and just ahead I
could see Tom also snapping pictures.  Good lord, what had started out as a
stealth streak where no one was supposed to see me had turned into a public
spectacle!  So far there hadn -(TM)t been any signs of security guards but
dozens of people had seen me now and I figured it would only be a matter of
time before someone called them

   After what seemed like an eternity I was finally nearing the escalator
and the British woman.  When I was about ten feet from her she gave me a
smirk and a quick wave, then stepped onto the up escalator with my dress
still in her hand.  I stood there in shock as I watched her moving up
toward the second floor of the mall.  That evil bitch!

   I don -(TM)t know if she felt sorry for me or had just been teasing me
but when she was about halfway to the top she crumbled my dress into a ball
and threw it down at my feet.   -�Thanks for the lovely show, sweetie! -�
she called out as she continued toward the top.  Tom also passed by me with
a smile, stepped onto the escalator and silently snapped one last photo.

   I reached down and picked up the dress, pulled it over my head, and
sprinted barefoot for the mall exit.

   *****

   "Carli Anderson has added you as a friend on Facebook." I stared at the
header for a moment and then opened up the e-mail message.  It was just a
form message from Facebook saying that Carli had accepted my request to be
a friend.  Above it I saw a newer e-mail from Carli that had only been sent
about an hour ago.  It was titled "melissa!"

   It was Monday morning and I was back at work now after calling in sick
on Friday.  I -(TM)d spent the last three days decompressing after my
experience at the mall and spent it reflecting once again on how to reign
in my reckless addiction to public nudity.  I clicked open the e-mail and
began reading.

   "omg melissa, i -(TM)ve been thinking about you a lot lately and i
-(TM)m so glad you found me!  i was wondering if you were still streaking
and then i found these this morning on the internet.  holy shit!  you go
girl!

   we just have to get together melissa!  i really really want to get you
naked somewhere crazy, lol.

   love ya,

   carli"

   The e-mail contained an attachment and I downloaded it to my computer.
It was a file that contained six pictures.  I opened the first one and let
out an audible gasp.  I quickly minimized the photo and stood up to make
sure no one was around my cubicle, then sat down and looked at it again. 
Then I scrolled through all six pictures in disbelief.

   I was looking at clear, high quality photos of myself walking nude
through South Towne mall.  At the bottom of each photo was stamped the
website address of the largest amateur nude photo site on the internet.  It
was a site that got several million individual views a day and I knew that
because I sometimes went there myself looking for female exhibitionism
pictures.  The last photo was the one that Tom had taken from the escalator
and it couldn't have been any clearer.  There could be no mistaking that it
was me.
   My nude mall walk had already gone viral!