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   Just Getting Started Ch.  01

   Right after we got out of college, I was living with my boyfriend,
Kenny, and he told me his secret fantasy - girls showing off in public in
sexy clothes or no clothes at all.  For years, he'd thought it was just his
own crazy daydream until he saw some of those sites online that have
pictures and videos of girls actually doing it.  When he showed me those
sites, I was amazed.  I didn't know you could get away with things like
that, but here were all these girls going naked in the most outrageous
places.  He told me he wanted to try it with me.  The whole thing turned me
on, but it scared me just as much.  I wasn't sure I could really do it, but
Kenny kept after me and I finally said "Okay." I told him we'd have to
start slow or I wouldn't be able to do it, and he agreed, grinning from ear
to ear.

   We decided he should be the one to come up with the plans for my
"shows." I thought that would be easier, and anyway, it was his fantasy,
although it was rapidly becoming mine, too.  For the first one, he decided
I should wear a super short dress and no panties.  He went into our bedroom
and came out with a sundress that I used for a beach cover.  It had a scoop
neck and buttoned up the front.  If I stood straight, it covered everything
it was supposed to, but if I bent over or raised my arms too high, it
showed everything.  I took a deep breath and said I'd do it.  I figured if
I was careful, I could keep it from showing anything, but that didn't help
me sleep the night before, when I couldn't stop thinking about it and
getting myself all excited.

   We did it on a Saturday.  I put on the dress and looked at myself in the
mirror.  I'm only 5'4" and about 120.  I've got what I think is a nice
little rounded body and face, with curly brown hair down to my shoulders.
The dress would have been too short for a girl any taller than me.  As it
was, it barely covered my pussy, and it would show my buns if I leaned over
too far.  I was going to have to be very careful.

   I took a deep breath and walked out the door with Kenny.  The idea was
we'd ride the bus downtown and do some shopping.  I should tell you that we
live in a medium sized college town, so downtown was just a few blocks of
stores and restaurants and such.  Anyway, we walked to the bus stop at the
end of our street and I got very tingly with the soft spring breeze blowing
over my naked pussy.  I got a few looks from some guys we passed, but I was
fairly certain they didn't get to see any more than just my legs.  Then I
started thinking about the bus, and how I'd manage to not show anything
sitting on the seat.  I was actually hoping the bus would be packed and
we'd have to stand.

   Of course, it wasn't.  Kenny sat down on the bench that ran along the
side.  I know he did it on purpose, just to make it hard for me.  I think
it made it hard for him, too.  Well, I gulped and sat down, keeping my legs
tightly together.  What a shock when my naked buns hit that cold plastic
seat.  That's when I knew that damn dress wasn't long enough to keep me
covered.  It felt like the hem was almost up to my waist, but I couldn't
look down to my see if my pubic patch was visible, so I quickly crossed my
legs.  I could feel my face burning with embarrassment.  Fortunately, there
wasn't anyone sitting across from us.

   That didn't last long.  At the next stop, three freshman boys got on and
sat right across from us.  I tried not to look at them, but I could tell
right away they were staring at my legs.  They kept nudging each other,
whispering and laughing.  I was dying of shame, but the worst part was when
we got off.  I had to uncross my legs to stand up, and I'm sure I showed a
flash of pussy. Oh well, I thought, I might as well get used to it. It
didn't look like that would be the only time that day.

   And it wasn't.  We walked around downtown for a while, looking in the
store windows, and it calmed me down some.  I still got a bit unnerved with
the looks my legs kept getting, but it felt like my cheeks weren't burning
anymore, and my breathing was almost back to normal.  That's when Kenny
upped the ante.  We were standing in front of a store, looking at some nice
leather boots, and he said, "I think you need a new pair of shoes." I
almost peed right there in the street.

   Kenny went in first and got the old man to show him a bunch of hiking
boots.  When I came in, there was only a college kid to help me, but all
three of them looked up at me with a lot more than curiosity.  I tried to
casually smooth down that skimpy little dress, but it felt like it was
showing everything from my waist on down, and the cool air conditioning
seemed to blow unimpeded across my hot wet pussy lips.  It felt like my
whole body was on fire and I just hoped my face wasn't beet red, but there
was no time to think about it, because I had to go through my little act. I
walked around, looking at the shoes and quickly picked up a pair of high
heels.  I asked the kid if he had them in a size seven, and he looked at me
kind of blank.

   "I'll ...  I'll check," he stuttered, and he went off into the back
room.

   The old man was busy with Kenny, but he kept looking over his shoulder
at me.  I could feel the moment of truth fast approaching, but I waited
until the kid came back before I sat down.  He opened up a box and took out
the heels.  Then he knelt down in front of me and took off one of my
sandals.  All that time, he was being careful not to look up at my legs or
anything in between, while I was being careful not to show it to him - at
least not yet.

   But I knew I was past the point of no return.  I could feel the hem of
the dress cutting right across the tops of my legs, which I kept tightly
together.  I was pretty sure my pussy lips would not be exposed, but I
thought if he looked, he might be able to tell I wasn't wearing any
panties. The blood was pounding so hard in my head, I thought I'd either
faint or explode.  I knew I had to decide how far I wanted to take this,
and suddenly this feeling came over me like I wanted it all.  I wanted to
take it beyond any limits.

   When the kid got one of the shoes on my foot, I raised it up to look at
it.  With no place else to look, the kid looked at it too.  I could see he
was getting an eyeful of my bare leg, and I could see he was loving it,
even if it made him a little uncomfortable in his pants.  My legs were
still together.  I knew I could leave it right there, show him nothing
more, but the very idea was such a down, I couldn't stop.

   I put my foot back on the floor and rolled my leg off to the side, as if
to get a side view of the shoe.  Of course, that opened my legs and gave
the kid a perfect view of my moist, red, naked little pussy.  His nose was
no more than three feet from it.  I saw his eyes widen in the blank face,
and his mouth hung open.  It was so obvious what he was seeing, I felt like
I could see my own pussy reflected in his eyes.  I think both of us just
about had spontaneous orgasms.

   I was dangerously dizzy.  When the kid asked me how it fit, all I could
think of was my poor sizzling pussy.  He must have been thinking about the
same thing, because he got very red in the face when I replied that it was
a little tight.  That sent a gush of juice flooding into my vagina, and
kind of woke me up out of my daze.  I realized I was just seconds away from
leaving a sticky puddle on the plastic seat of my chair.  I clamped my legs
back together, trying to hold off the flood.

   "I don't think those are quite right, anyway," I said.  My voice came
out shaky and hoarse.

   The kid took off the shoe.  "We've got some others that might work," he
said, hopefully.  He started pointing to several different shoes that
didn't look much like the sexy heels I had been trying on.

   I slipped my sandal back on and stood up.  "I don't think so," I said,
but I walked around looking at some others.

   The kid looked kind of abandoned.  He and the old man and Kenny all
watched me walking around the store with my buns and pussy barely covered
by that short short dress.  The funny thing was, I felt a lot like the kid
probably did.  I wanted more.  So, just before I left the store, I bent
down at a display beside the front door where all of them could see my
naked behind.  I gave them a enough time to study it and commit it to
memory.  Then I stood up and turned around.  I smiled sweetly, said,
"Thanks," and walked out the door.

   I was so dazed, I could hardly walk, but I stumbled blindly down the
street.  Kenny caught up to me in half a block, put his arm around me and
supported me as we window shopped some more and I got a chance to calm
down. It felt good to lean on him, until I realized it was making my dress
ride up to show my buns in back and maybe my pussy in front.  That
straightened me up, but I was so worn out with nerves I whined that I
wanted to go somewhere and hide.

   Kenny said, "Let's go in here."

   It was a bar, and I thought that might be good.  Maybe I could stop
worrying about my naked pussy for a few minutes.  Wrong.  Kenny got us
drinks, while I sat at a little table that did nothing to hide my naked
legs.  There were about twenty people in the place, mostly guys.  I kept my
legs crossed, trying not to show my pussy lips, which I imagined must have
been so swollen by then that they were probably hanging down to the floor.
Kenny brought me a gin and tonic, which wasn't nearly strong enough.  It
was gone in about two sips, without touching the nerves that felt like they
were going to make my head explode.

   Kenny didn't help when he said, "Let's play a game of pool."

   I looked over at the pool table in terror.  It wasn't in use.  So, once
again, I was trapped.  There were at least a dozen guys sitting right
around the table, and they'd all have a perfect view of my bum as I leaned
over to line up shots.  I wanted to sink through the floor.

   But I followed Kenny over to the table and started playing.  He decided
we should make a bet.  For every game he won, I had to unbutton a button on
my sundress.  (It had about eight buttons running up and down the front,
from the scoop neck down to the hem.) As soon as I won a game, we'd go
home. I groaned, but that was part of the dare.

   Believe it or not, I'm normally a better player than Kenny.  My dad had
a pool table in the basement, and I fooled around on it from the time I was
ten.  Kenny is athletic -- he was a linebacker on our college football team
-- but he's not too good at the geometry of pool shots.  It didn't matter.
I was so worried about showing my buns that I was missing everything, and
Kenny won the first game.

   "I'll take the top button," he said.

   That was a relief.  I wasn't wearing a bra.  I almost never do, since my
boobs are nice and firm, but the scoop neck wasn't very low, so one button
wasn't going to show anything.  I popped the top button and nobody seemed
to notice.

   Kenny was leaving the cue ball in the middle of the table almost every
time.  I couldn't lean over the table without showing off my whole butt,
and I wasn't going to do that.  I missed most of those shots, and he won
another game and another button from the top.  Again, nobody seemed to
notice.  Maybe they were too busy watching my legs, hoping my dress would
ride up a couple inches and show them something they weren't supposed to
see.

   Kenny kept getting better at leaving the cue ball where I couldn't get
at it and I kept missing what should have been easy shots.  This time, he
took a button from the bottom.  That worried me.  One more button from the
bottom would let the dress flap open right over my naked pussy.  It might
even show when I walked.  I was getting desperate.

   But it seemed like everyone in that barroom was watching us now.  I
couldn't let them see my nakedness, and I lost another game.  Kenny decided
to take another button from the top, which I discovered wasn't so good,
either.  Now I was pretty sure the scoop neck would just open up if I
leaned forward, showing everybody my bare boobs.

   Now I was really panicked.  I couldn't win a game without showing off
everything, and if I didn't win a game very soon, I'd be showing off
everything anyway.  Well, desperate times call for desperate measures. 
When Kenny broke, he didn't sink anything, but the cue ball naturally wound
up in the middle of the table.  I took a deep breath and leaned over as far
as I could reach.  When I heard a small cheer from behind me, I knew
exactly what they were cheering about.  Then I looked up and saw four guys
in front of me putting their heads together, peering across the table,
trying to get the best view of my tits as the scoop neck fell away.  I
tried to steady my hands, but I missed another easy shot.  Kenny ran four
balls before I got my turn back.  Again, I had to show off all my private
parts, but this time I made the shot.  Then I ran off four balls of my own.
But it left me with a difficult bank shot.  I missed it but left the cue
ball where Kenny had nothing to shoot at.  I thought he'd just put it in
the middle and make me expose myself again.  Instead, he tried a ridiculous
bank shot -- and made it!  He ran the rest and took another button from the
bottom.  The whole room cheered, and I turned red as a beet.

   I felt like one more button, either top or bottom, would leave me
totally indecent.  I decided to throw caution to the wind and let the
barroom see whatever they could see.  I would just play pool.  Kenny sunk a
ball on the break and ran two more.  Then he missed.  I had to lean way
over the table and even lift one foot off the floor.  I'm sure the guy
sitting right behind me had a good view of my pussy lips, but I couldn't
worry about that.  I had to sink that shot.  I felt like my whole body was
trembling, but I somehow settled down just before the shot.  It was
actually an easy one.  The cue ball rolled right where I aimed and knocked
the ten ball squarely into the pocket, coming to rest just where I'd
planned.  I ran the table, leaving myself only one shot that opened up my
flapping sundress again.  When I made that shot, they gave me a little
round of applause.  They gave me an even bigger one when I sank the eight
ball.  I grabbed Kenny's arm and dragged him out of there.  I was totally
humiliated, but I kind of had to smile as we left to the chorus of clapping
and whistles and comments.

   I asked if I could button up my dress.  Kenny said no, but he did agree
to go home.  The bus ride was okay, because we took one of the seats for
two in the back and Kenny let me sit between him and the window.  Walking
up our street was scary.  I kept expecting to run into someone I knew, but
we didn't.

   As soon as we got in the door, I collapsed on the couch.  I couldn't
even begin to sort out what I'd been through.  My brain was spinning. 
Kenny came over and sat beside me.  He put a hand on my stomach and rubbed
a little to calm me down.

   It didn't work that way.  His hand was like a hot iron.  It went right
through me, releasing a pent-up sexual energy I didn't know I had.  I was
so turned on I attacked him and we spent about two hours and numerous
orgasms getting our money's worth out of that first dare.



   Just Getting Started Ch.  02

   2nd flash - nude for pizza.

   I just realized I never described myself or Kenny in my first adventure,
and I've got to admit there's a reason for that.  I can't stand describing
myself.  I know I'll either seem like I'm bragging or complaining, and I
don't want to do either.  I'm okay with how I look, and lots of guys think
I'm okay, too.  Objectively, I'm 5'2" and 110 pounds - obviously not the
tall, slim, model type.  I have some curves, and I work hard to keep them
in the right places.  I'm 28 years old, with dark brown hair and brown
eyes. No tattoos and only pierced ears.  When I look at myself naked, I'm
still okay with it, but I really like my boobs.  Kenny says they're each a
perfect handful, just like me, and they have nice upward thrusting nipples
in the middle of soft, puffy, brown areolas.

   Kenny's 30 years old, 6'2", 210 pounds of lean muscle.  He's got dark
hair he wears a little long, and he's incredibly handsome (in my humble
opinion).  His eyes are gray, but they change in shade from light to dark,
depending on his mood.  His best feature is his dick, which is another big,
lean muscle, just like the rest of him.  It's so long and thick, I can
barely get it in my mouth, but I practice all the time.

   Kenny decided our next show would be the classic pizza dare, but he
wouldn't say when.  Knowing what I was going to be doing put a delicious
nervousness down in the pit of my stomach -- and lower, too.  It was
building for a few days, until he came home from work yesterday and said,
"Let's order pizza tonight."

   When I made a little squeak of fear he said, "Come on, after the shoe
store, this should be easy."

   Yeah, easy for him.  The nervousness was suddenly in my throat.

   Kenny wanted to set up a camera and microphone to record my nude
encounter, so he spent the next 45 minutes testing out different angles and
placements.  At the same time, he was telling me what my "costume" would
be, when and how I would lose it, where to stand, where to put the pizza,
where to get the money to pay, and what to say.  Just hearing him describe
it was working me up to a state of delirious anticipation.  I guess that's
what I wanted, and I was getting it good.

   Kenny had me call the pizza place and order a large sausage and pepper
pizza.  They said it would be about 20 minutes, which was scary right
there. I was so nervous, I didn't know how I could last another 20 minutes.
It felt like I was melting into a big puddle of love juice.

   Kenny told me to go into the bedroom and take off all my clothes.  I
felt a little awkward when I came back out to the living room.  We live on
a quiet street, but there are other houses that can see in our living room
windows.  Those people are our neighbors, and here I was parading around
nude.  Then I realized how silly that was.  I was about to expose myself to
the pizza boy, which meant that news of my new found freedom would soon
spread to every male adolescent in town, and I was worrying about 1 or 2
spying neighbors?  That line of thinking didn't make me feel better, it put
me in a complete panic.  The only way I could do it was at Kenny's command,
but if I had that, I would do it.  That was the only way.

   Kenny gave me a towel that was a little bigger than a hand towel, but
not as big as a bath towel.  He told me to wrap it around me as best I
could to hide my tits and pussy and ass.  I tried it a few ways and soon
realized I could cover two out of three, but never all three at the same
time.  I opted for holding it up to my boobs and letting it fall over my
pussy.  Of course, that left nothing in back.  If I turned around, my butt
would be in plain sight.  Oh well.

   When the doorbell rang, I felt a warm gush in my pussy.  Oh my god!  Was
I going to leak all over myself in front of this guy.  I didn't think I
could handle it.  I went to the door dizzy with fear and excitement, and
clutching the towel to my breasts, I opened it.

   "Pizza for..." he started to say until he saw my costume, or lack
thereof.  "Ah...  ah..." was all he could say after that.  He was a big kid
in jeans and the pizza company's T-shirt.  He was about Kenny's height, but
all soft baby fat, even his face, which had gone blank with shock.

   His reaction gave me courage.  "Large sausage and pepper?" I asked
brightly.

   His eyes were riveted to my body, but he tore them away to look at the
slip.  "Uh, yeah."

   "Great," I said.  This was the moment of truth, and I was so up for it.
I reached out to take the pizza from him and my towel fell to the floor.  I
was completely nude before this stranger and it felt like I was flying.

   "Oh my," I said with mock embarrassment, but I took the pizza instead of
picking up the towel.  I went to the sideboard just a few feet from the
door and put the pizza there.  Then, just as Kenny had told me, I went back
to the door, facing him, full frontal.  "Do I need to sign something?" I
asked, still not picking up the towel.

   "Um, uh, yeah." His eyes were busy flipping back and forth from my pussy
to my tits, but he managed to hand me his little clipboard.

   I signed.  "Let's see, $12.99.  Okay.  I'll be right back." I went to
the sideboard and rooted through my purse, making sure my cute butt got
equal time.  I finally found my wallet and extracted three $5s.

   "You keep the change," I said when I went back to the door and handed it
to him.

   "Thanks." Without looking at them, he stuffed the bills in his pocket.
He was trying to be cool, but his eyes could not stop bouncing back to my
private parts.  He made no move to leave.

   "Well, good night," I said, suggesting that the encounter was over.

   "Oh, yeah.  Good night, and thanks for uh...  everything." He finally
turned and walked down our front walk, back to his car in the driveway.

   I closed the door and my legs turned to jelly.  I fell down on my butt
and leaned back against the door, laughing and gasping for breath.  "Oh my
god," I said when I could breathe.  "Oh my god.  Oh my god.  Kenny, did you
get that?  Did you get the video?"

   He said, "I think so, babe.  I think so."

   We watched it four times before we got so horny we had to take a break
and fuck our brains out.  Then we watched it three more times and fucked
again.  We spent the rest of the night looking at exhibitionist sites,
looking for ideas that we're going to try out real soon.



   Just Getting Started Ch.  03

   A day at the lake.

   Kenny said we would be doing another nude dare on Saturday, three days
away.  Again, he wouldn't tell me what it would be.  That gave me three
days to imagine all the scary situations he could cook up.  But then
Saturday turned out to be cloudy and cool, and he said we'd wait till the
next day.  Another night to lie awake with my imagination running wild. 
Sunday was sunny and bright with a nice light breeze.  Kenny said it would
be a perfect day to grab some sun at the lake, and I started to get an idea
of the dare when he told me to wear my tiniest bikini, but make sure I had
sunscreen on all over.

   The place we go at the lake is a nice meadow that slopes gently down to
the shore, with a gravel parking lot beside it, kind of like an unofficial
park.  It's a perfect hang out for the kids from campus.  They go out there
to lie in the sun, read, swim, throw a Frisbee, drink beer, smoke weed,
whatever.  Some local families use it, too, but only the more broad-minded,
since the college kids tend to act like college kids.  Still, I've never
seen any outright nudity out there -- maybe a quick titty flash, but that's
all.  After the dares we had been doing, I didn't think Kenny was going to
be satisfied with something like that.  I guess I wouldn't have been,
either.

   I knew Kenny would challenge me.  That's what made it exciting.  In
fact, the bikini he had me wear was a challenge in itself.  It's mostly
pink strings, with three little triangles of pink cloth to cover my nipples
and pubic patch.  Kenny bought it for me as a present, and I had always
thought it was just for the two of us.  I had never worn it out of the
house.  When Kenny said my tiniest bikini, I hadn't even thought of it, but
that's the one he meant.

   I had to shave down my fuzzy little pubic patch to keep it from showing
around the bottom of that silly suit.  When I tried it on and looked at
myself in the mirror, I was scared.  Could I really wear something like
that in public?  I might as well be nude.

   Kenny let me wear a T-shirt cover up while we loaded the car.  Maybe he
didn't want to get the neighbors all excited, but I don't think it did any
good.  The T-shirt was even shorter than the sundress I'd worn for my first
dare.  With just that pink string running up my crack, I'm sure it looked
like I was bottomless from behind.  Oh well, the way I was feeling, the
neighbors were just going to have to get used to it.

   We set up our blanket about a hundred yards from the parking lot, and
maybe about twenty yards from the water.  There were probably about 50 or
60 people spread out over the meadow, mostly college kids.  The only
families were down at the other end.  The nearest group of college boys was
about ten yards away, three cute guys lying on lounge chairs, soaking up
the sun.  Kenny sat on a little folding chair and got out his book.  I sat
on the blanket and looked at him with nervous anticipation.

   "Well, aren't you going to take off your cover and get some sun?" he
asked.

   "Okay."

   I pulled the T-shirt over my head and felt my boobs shifting perilously
under those tiny triangles of cloth.  I didn't look over, but I could feel
the boys' attention zero in on my nakedness.  I quickly lay on my stomach,
which hid my boobs, but exposed my backside.  I had butterflies doing
gymnastics in my stomach, but nothing happened.  The boys nearby were
probably keeping an eye on me, but they didn't move closer or anything like
that.  Nobody pointed or laughed or made any comments - at least none that
I could hear.  It was just another beautiful day at the lake.  The gentle
breeze and the bright sun felt heavenly on my skin, and after a few
minutes, I began to relax.

   Maybe Kenny sensed it, because he immediately poured a little gas on the
fire.  "It's a shame to let those strings make tan lines," he said.  "Why
don't you take off your top?"

   "Kenny," I whined, but I didn't object when he undid the strings and
slid the top out from under me.  Now I was officially topless in public. 
It felt like some kind of milestone, and I realized that I would be passing
a lot more of them as we experimented with these dares.

   Actually, taking off the top made almost no difference, since my nipples
stayed out of sight beneath me.  Unless they saw him do it, I doubt if the
boys could even tell that Kenny had taken away my top.  After a few minutes
I got used to it myself.  The sun lulled me into semi-consciousness and I
drowsily thought it would be nice to be an uninterrupted shade of brown
from head to toe.

   Of course, that wasn't quite what I was getting, as Kenny was quick to
point out.  "You know," he said, just as I was starting to get comfortable
with the idea of lying out there topless, "those strings on the bottoms
aren't hiding anything.  They're just making lines on your beautiful butt.
I think we should get rid of those, too."

   "Kenny." This time my objection was a little more serious.  It was one
thing to be topless with my boobs hidden under me.  Stark naked was
something else.

   But Kenny didn't seem to think so.  He started fiddling with the strings
where they were tied at my right hip.  I felt them loosen.  Then he fiddled
at my left hip and those strings came untied.  There was nothing left
holding the bottoms on.

   "Kenny, I ..."

   He didn't seem to hear me.  Suddenly I felt a sharp tug and the little
triangle slipped through my legs.  Another milestone.

   "Aaii," I yelped.  "Kenny."

   I was nude in a public park.  I felt completely helpless, exposed,
humiliated.  I felt a million things, and I couldn't seem to catch my
breath.  I squeezed my legs together and hugged the ground, taking comfort
in the fact that it was only my backside that was displayed for all the
world to see.

   "There," Kenny said, satisfied.  "Now you'll get a nice even tan."

   He went back to his book, while I lay there in total panic.  It was
strange, I guess, but taking those skinny little strings off my buns and
pulling that tiny triangle of cloth out from under me seemed to change
everything.  I'm sure I didn't look much different, laying there on my
stomach without the bottoms, but I sure felt different.  Again, nothing
happened.  No one reacted to my nudity, so I just lay there in a puddle of
nerves, wondering what would happen.  What if someone walked by?  How would
I ever get up?  Would I have to wait for dark?  What if I had to pee?  I
would burn if I lay there all day.

   As if that wasn't enough, Kenny wasn't through tormenting me.  "I'm
getting kind of hot," he said.  "Think I'll go for a dip.  You want to
come?"

   "Kenny," I gasped.  Had he lost his mind?

   "No?  Alright, but don't get overheated."

   He got up chuckling at his little joke, the bastard, and then he left me
there.  And that terrified me even more.  At least with a big guy next to
me I felt a little protected.  Now I was naked and alone in the middle of a
crowd of strangers.  I didn't even know what Kenny had done with my bikini.
I couldn't imagine how this could get any worse, but it soon did.

   I was trying to lie still to attract as little attention to my
humiliating predicament as I could.  But I had my sunglasses on and I
discreetly scanned all the nearest blankets.  It was obvious that some of
the guys, and some of the girls too, had seen me, but they were all being
cool about it, for which I will be eternally grateful.  The problem was
that our blanket was quite close to the path where people walked or jogged
around the lake, and about a quarter of a mile down the path, I noticed a
group of five young guys walking toward me.  I prayed they would turn off
somewhere before they got to me, but they didn't.  They just kept coming.
(I almost did, too.)

   They were laughing and joking with each other, about 20 yards away, when
one of them finally noticed me.  "Whoa," he said loudly, stopping to stare.
"Holy crap," another responded.  I wanted to burrow into the ground, but
instead, I had to lie there and let them inspect my naked backside.  And
still they kept coming closer.  I pretended to sleep, but I probably wasn't
very convincing with my legs locked tightly together and my arms held
rigidly into my sides, hiding as much as I could.  I felt so exposed, I
must have blushed from my scalp right down to my rosy red buns.

   They had moved to a point where I couldn't see them any more without
turning my head and blowing my sleep cover.  But I could hear everything
they said.  They were making juvenile jokes about my nudity.  One of them
said, "Man, she could really get a burn." A couple of them giggled
nervously.  "Maybe we should wake her up and remind her to turn over, you
know, so she'll get an even tan." They liked that one even better.

   I was getting angry that they wouldn't just move on and be cool like
everyone else, but the nervousness in their voices gave me confidence. 
They were more intimidated than I was.  Then too, I was shocked how much
their crude talk stimulated me.  I was almost unbearably aroused, and it
showed me something about myself I hadn't fully realized until that moment.
I loved that feeling, and no matter what kind of show I put on, I would
always want more, more shows, more risk.

   I told myself I was shooing them away, intimidating them with a little
more show when I turned partially onto my side and stretched out an arm. 
To maintain my cover, I did it like I was shifting in my sleep.  One side
of my right breast was exposed, along with my naked buns, my clamped thighs
and tightly clenched butt cheeks.  Of course, it didn't shoo them away; it
shut them up for a minute or so, but the main effect was to drive me even
more mad with exhibition lust, which of course, was what it was really all
about, anyway.

   When the boys went silent, I thought maybe I had intimidated them, but
then Kenny came back to the blanket and I knew the boys had probably seen
him coming and gone on their way.  That was confirmed when I heard their
voices again from twenty yards on down the path.  Then they were gone.

   After all that fear and embarrassment, it was kind of crazy that I felt
a little let down when Kenny tossed my shirt back to me, but I shrugged
into it while lying on my face.  It was awkward trying to put it on lying
on my stomach, but when I did, I felt like I could finally sit up and look
around, even turn over.  As long as I didn't spread my legs the shirt would
nominally cover me.  Lying naked in front of those boys had been so
intense, I couldn't believe I'd done it.  Wearing the shirt gave me a
moment to breathe, but I knew it wouldn't last and I didn't want it to. 
Pretty soon, Kenny would come up with something even more scary for my next
show.

   About a half hour later, he said it was time to go.  He picked up the
scraps of my bikini and stuffed them in the beach bag.  It looked like a
good sign, and I got excited thinking about walking back to the car with
the bottom of the shirt fluttering unreliably over my naked ass and pussy.

   We took the freeway, which meant Kenny had a free hand work me into a
lather.  By the time he pulled into the garage I was moaning and walking
funny.  We stumbled into the den and fucked on the couch, a very happy
ending to our day at the lake.