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   The Mask that Angie Wears Pt.  01
12:00 am, 31st February 2020, Coronavirus Lockdown Week 2:

   I don't usually write journals, but for the sake of posterity I'm
penning down whatever happens on my "adventures" here on my blog.  Maybe I
can look back on these someday when I'm older and no longer able to do the
dangerous things I am now when young.

   If you find these entries and they aren't finished or haven't been
updated in a while, chances are that I've gotten in trouble for the shit
I'm doing and am now behind bars somewhere, or that I've gotten tired of it
and abandoned this blog.

   But knowing me, I'll never get tired of it.  It's more likely that I've
pushed it too far by the time you're reading this.  So I hope you
appreciate my writing, because there's some risk that went into this.  Not
that I don't want to do it, oh no...

   As an introduction, my name is Angie.  I'm a 27 year old female and I'm
what you call a NEET (Not in Education, Employment or Training) so I don't
do much except loaf around my parents' house and masturbate all the time.
I've always been into exhibitionism and I've had fantasies of exposing my
body to a crowd of shocked people.  That idea of people being utterly
amazed at my brazen nudity has always turned me on massively.

   I've had these urges since young, and after I got caught exposing myself
in college I turned to eating as a comfort, and now I'm a slightly chubby
overweight girl with body image issues.  It's part of the reason why I am
unable to hold down a job as well as function normally in society.  I've
been caught naked in places like common locker rooms at my previous job and
after a few too many times they decided I was clearly a deviant and let me
go.

   In any case, the more I entertain this idea of public nudism, the deeper
down I spiral into my fantasies.

   As of February 2020, with the coronavirus going around and my country
having gone on lockdown, I can't help but feel a strong urge to capitalize
on the opportunity where there's little to no people around and I can
finally be free as I was so long ago, once again.  And so I've finally
decided to head out there and satisfy my unique sexual cravings.

   !!!!!!!!!!!!-

   So I've put a lot of thought into the "mission" (Just know that I'm
calling it that from here on in) and I've spent quite a bit of time
exploring the place for security cameras, blind spots and things that can
compromise things for me.  It's not that I'm avoiding such things, even
though I will be walking through the place completely naked.  I actually
want to be seen by someone.  The idea being that since the coronavirus
situation and with so many places on lockdown, it's the perfect time for me
to head out and do this 'thing'.

   I've always wanted to relive the memories of my tertiary days - I was 19
at the time - when I visited the school building on weekends for my
"Exercises".  They always had extra-curricular activities on Saturdays so I
took the opportunity to sneak into the building.  I would wait outside the
building when it was still dark (the sun rises late here my side of the
world) and then rush in just after the gate was opened by the custodian. 
Then I would find a nice little spot to dump my clothes and then strut
about completely nude around the compound.

   The feeling of being vulnerable in such a public setting left me reeling
with exhilaration and anxiety simultaneously.  The only thing that left me
wanting more of it was the thrill of being seen.

   Soon enough though, one day it happened that I was spotted by the
cleaner.  I still remember her shouting at me as I ran away as fast as I
could.  Unfortunately, my humanities teacher happened to be just coming in
through the gate, and he quickly sprang into action when he heard the
commotion.  After a while I was sobbing and kept shouting "I'm sorry!"
while my legs buckled and I crouched to cover my naked body.  The teacher
found me and told me to collect my clothes and head to the counselor's
office.

   Now that I think back on it, it's strange that he didn't accompany me, a
naked and vulnerable student, to make sure I was safe as I went to the room
to take my clothes.  There were a few students who spotted me along the way
and I couldn't decide to cover my body or my sobbing face.  I felt so
abandoned and at the same time, aroused by the experience.  In a way, I got
what I wanted, and I couldn't get enough.

   Soon my parents were informed and they came down to speak to the
teacher. My mind pretty much blocked out the memory of whatever happened
next, but after that I was put on house arrest and no longer allowed to
head out on weekends.

   I would say that was probably the point where this thing of mine got
worse, cos after being unable to head out on weekends, I began sneaking out
at nights and went walking about nude around the neighbourhood.  My parents
began suspecting that I was sneaking out and put a bike lock around the
gates, but that never stopped me to be honest.  It was just a matter of
climbing over the fence (I was slim enough to climb over at the time).

   After a while, they realized there wasn't really a lot they could do and
ceased intruding.  They had their own problems anyway, which eventually led
to them divorcing.

   I do sometimes feel responsible for my family situation, but in any case
I wasn't stopping my nightly runs.  In fact, the stress and aggravation of
being at home gave me all the more reason to want to head out there and
strip everything off in public.

   And so that's what I did for the next few years or so.  It got so bad
that it took over my life; the late nights pushing my body as I went about
all naked and sweaty, coupled with the stress of avoiding being seen took a
physical toll.  Each nightly run was followed by a very long and exhausting
masturbating session in which I must have squirted out enough bodily fluids
to render me incapacitated and I'd fall into a long slumber through the
day. I'd wake up late in the evening, when all I could think about was
where I could push it further and more daringly than the previous night.

   Initially, I would take it along the neighbourhood paths; quiet roads,
empty (at least, I think they were) parks, pavilions etc.  Then I built up
courage overtime and went to increasingly exposed places, like busy parking
lots, overhead bridges that were well-lit and at one point I even got into
a closed train station.  It got to a point where I eventually got bored,
since I've 'conquered" so many areas by going naked without being spotted.

   In the end, I couldn't deny that in spite of all that I've done, I could
never replace the feeling of when I was seen by so many people.  All those
eyes scanning every bit of my flesh as it lay bare before them in that
depraved, embarrassed state glistening like a slab of meat up for grabs. 
How many lustful eyes that saw me held a desire to molest my body like a
plaything?  How many wanted to fuck me where I stood?  To fill me with
their seed without consequence, as though I were inviting them by being so
obvious in my lack of dress?

   Eventually, the buzz wore off and I stopped doing it for a long time. 
I'd almost retired my exhibitionist fantasy when I realized there wasn't
much avenue for me to live out my desires anymore.  And frankly speaking, I
got lazy and tired of it after pushing my already unfit body every other
night through a stressful situation.  Life carried on as it were, without
much thought to that which had come to define me for a time.

   Then, it was announced that the country would go into a lockdown when
the covid19 virus reached our shores.  Suddenly, all the opportunities lay
before me and I felt an urge - no, a craving, to head out there again.  I
decided that I would use the lockdown to live out one of my most fantasized
scenarios and try to get a stunt or two.

   **Author's note: I would like to point out here that there is a strange
inconsistency that the protagonist Angie has in her accounts, being that
she stopped her activities by virtue of the fact she wouldn't be seen, and
yet is using the lockdown situation to try and accomplish exactly that when
she could've easily done so from the start, given that the consequences are
unchanged.  This is likely due to Angie's own mental issues, which can be
attributed to borderline/ sociopathic disorders where individuals can
sometimes make impulsive and uncharacteristic decisions.  Angie is likely
simply trying to explain away her own fickleness that she sees as normal,
due to her mental condition.  **
2:00 AM, 1st March 2020, Coronavirus Lockdown Week 2:

   It later occurred to me that I never thought to wear a mask during all
my exhibiting sessions until I saw that it was advised to wear one while
heading out.  The plan in my head was to head out from home in a mask -
just the mask, absolutely nothing else - and try to see how far I could get
before I was seen.  The challenge I issued myself was that in the event I
was seen, I wouldn't be able to hide or cover myself, and would just
acknowledge the person before continuing onward as though nothing were
wrong.

   2:10 AM: My mother is asleep.  I have taken everything off in my room,
wore my mask and snuck out so she wouldn't hear me.  I made it out the door
which I locked - very quietly, not easy to do when butt ass naked - and
kept the key under the fire hosereel.  Before long, I was on my way to the
lift.

   2:15 AM: I took the lift.  I thought that there would be someone, (I
wanted there to be) but alas it's a quiet night.  I'm not sure if the
building guard was checking the lift's cctv.  Seeing a naked chubby girl
must've been quite a difference from his usual shift.

   2:16 AM: The feeling is unforgettable.  I love being naked in public. 
There was something different about coming out the house itself naked.  It
was so much more thrilling, not having my clothes somewhere like I usually
did.  As the lift reached the ground floor, I caught sight of my naked self
in the mirror, with only a mask to hide behind.  I felt so naughty and wet.

   2:17 AM: The lift reached the ground floor.  I poked my head out to
ensure there wasn't anyone.  I saw the silhouette of a man pass by the
outside of the main entrance before stepping out onto the lobby.  Sometimes
there were people smoking along the stairwells beside the lift.  I did
smell some cigarette smoke so there were definitely people in there.  I
simply walked on out toward the main doors.  Whether anyone saw me as I
did, I didn't stay too long to check!

   2:19 AM: Nice, I'm on the main street!  Outside of my apartment complex
is a rather hidden away alleyway so it's not too public yet.  I could see
there was very little, if any population for as long as I could see,
because of the lockdown.  Besides the faint street lamps and the blaring
lights of the bus stop in the distance, it was quite dark.  I took a left
turn and made my way along the alley to where the minimart was...



   The Mask that Angie Wears Pt.  02

   2:22 AM: I love and miss this feeling so much.  I'm walking along the
dark alleyway behind my apartment now, on the way to the minimart.  I don't
have anything on me besides my mask and phone, which I obviously have to
carry with me.  I've even avoided wearing shoes too because, well, I wanted
to really soak it in.  Besides, I couldn't run if I wanted or needed to.

   As I walked past the parking lot, I caught sight of myself in the convex
mirror.  There I was in all my glory; completely butt-naked, without a
thread.  It made me chuckle a little, the sight of my oafish unclad self
walking by in this public setting; my comically big tits bouncing along
like nothing were wrong.  Only the mask to cover my identity, which I
kindly doubt will be an issue since I've been a shut-in for so long to
begin with, barely anyone noticed such an unremarkable girl like me.  I
usually wear baggy clothes on the rare times I do step out, so I hope no
one will recognize my chubby body that I hate so much.

   I feel so vulnerable...  Cold and alone, like my life.  But this time in
a good, comforting way.  I guess part of me doing this is to gain some
gratification for my body; the look on people's faces when they hide their
lust for my flesh...  Gazes suddenly become very different when you're
ass-naked.

   2:23 AM: I'm standing here at the traffic light, just before the pathway
to the minimart.  To be honest, I'm not sure what I'm waiting for.  There's
no cars around, yet.  It's just a force of habit, I guess.  I know I'm
losing time and increasing the chance I'll be seen by just standing here,
but part of me wants to be seen.  I'm not sure what I intend to accomplish
now.  If I'm this scared, why am I even headed to the minimart at all?  I
steel myself to walk on ahead.  No point being a coward now.  I hear a car
pass by behind me as I reach the other side; I'm not sure if they saw me..

   2:32 AM: It's quite a long walk that I deliberately took, to increase
the thrill factor.  So far, the only people I've spotted are a couple
seated on a bench way ahead at the playground just around the corner. 
They're so far ahead that I don't feel I have to worry about them.  In any
case, they're probably getting busy themselves; doubt they'll notice a
naked girl in the distance.

   Before long, I'm at the entrance to the minimart.  The white light
greets my naked body with a strange warmth, as though it embraces my skin
in the cool weather.  I check and see if there's anyone inside along the
aisles, just in case there's anyone looking too dangerous.  I just want to
have fun being naked!  I'd hate to be molested by a drunk hobo or harassed
by a gangbanger, even though I'm kinda asking for it with my outfit - or
lack thereof.

   2:34 AM: After about two minutes of hanging about outside preparing
mentally, I ascertain there's no one inside the mart except the cashier
lady.  She's a blonde migrant European woman in her 40's who is usually
quite surly to me as is; I can't wait to see her reaction to a naked woman
walking around her minimart.  Enough faffing about, it's time to get this
show started.  I hold my breath as I present myself before the sliding
doors as they slide open to greet me.

   As I walk upon the cold laminate floor on bare feet, I feel like a naked
ambassador as the a/c blows gently warm air on my nude skin.  My nipples
experience a slight tingle as they do.  The entrance buzzer sounds, but the
surly cashier lady is nowhere to be seen at the counter, which for a second
seems like I'm entering a twilight zone.  Is this all a dream after all? 
God, I'd hate for it to be.

   I don't have to wait too long to know it was as real as it got, though;
the cashier lady just popped out from the break room.  It smells like she
was smoking something, and I can detect the faint chinese-herby odour of
ganja.  It's quite obvious she'd been getting baked in the backroom.  As
she steps out she seems rather surprised at first, but she doesn't exclaim
anything or yell at me.  Her bloodshot eyes are trying to focus on me
trying to make sense of the scene before her.  Her eyes do not leave me as
I slowly make my way ever forward.

   What a cut of luck - the cashier is too high to even give a damn.  She
was keeping a close eye on me, though.  And quite an evil eye at that.  I
try not to pay her too much heed and walk about the front section
pretending to look at the candy.

   "No shoplift!", the lady shouted at me in her whatever-it-was accent.  I
returned to her a look of utter disbelief.  Where the hell was I supposed
to hide anything?  But I didn't want to argue with a high, unpredictable
woman, lest she reports my ass to the police.  Though I kindly doubt it
since she would be in far deeper shit than me for smoking weed at work.  So
we have a sort of agreement.

   2:35 AM: In what seems like the longest minute of my life, I decided to
bring this up a notch and actually attempt to buy something.  One, to
placate the baked cashier lady and Two, to add a challenge for my
"mission". So I grab a tube of lubricant from the condom rack and proceed
to inch closer to the counter; the entire time the lady is giving me a
glare so intense I almost feel violated by it.

   Then, as my luck would have it, the sliding doors open just as I'm
standing there butt-naked for all the world to see at the counter - and a
man steps in.  He sees me and stumbles in his steps, trying to make sense
of me being nude before him.

   Oh god, I feel like dying right there.

   "Are you alright?", he asks.  I'm too embarrassed to answer and just
look away, hoping to god my mask is large enough to hide my identity if I
need to make a run for it.  What can I say in that situation?  I'm
obviously a pervert here, I definitely am not a victim.

   All the thoughts of him calling the police on me and being arrested
totally naked, spending the night at the jailhouse nude on the cold
concrete cell floors flash before my brain in an instant.  And yet, I
couldn't help but be completely aroused at being so exposed and vulnerable
at the mercy of these two people.  Before I can break down and fall to my
knees, all of a sudden -

   "You Sir, what do you want?", the cashier blurts at him.  He turns to
her, still utterly confused, as I am too.

   "You come here, you want something?  Yes sir?", she asks him again.

   "Uh...  Salem menthol, please.", the man requests.

   I can only stand behind the red tape looking at the two of them in total
confusion.  The man is as confused as me if not more so, but the lady seems
completely unbothered.  Whether she was aware or not, she had just saved my
bare ass.  As he picks up his pack of cigarettes and leaves as fast as he
can, I make my way to the cashier.

   Out of nowhere, the cashier lady starts laughing.  "Bahaha...  That was
funny!  You like?  Sir sees you naked girl like car going to crash into
him!".  I can't help but chuckle a bit as she gestures to pass her the
lubricant for scanning.  "It's Ok, girl, I was young too, I done before
what you are doing now.", she tells me.

   I can't believe my lucky stars that on this night when I should by all
rights be done in by now, the surly cashier lady I know has rescued me from
certain ruin.

   "You have payment, yes?  Ahahahaha.", she quips.  I chuckle a bit more
as I hold up my phone to the scanner.  "Good, if you have no payment I have
to call police.  But I cannot call them cos' I have weed!", she laughs.

   I start to relax a great bit, my hands no longer trying to cover my body
sheepishly the more we talk.  For a moment, I forget that I am completely
nude and I engage her in pleasant conversation.  She asks me what the
lubricant is for and if I'm planning to have sex later on in my walk, to
which I tell her I'm not sure about.

   She also told me that she's seen a lot weirder shit on her shifts than a
naked girl, so she wasn't that surprised when I came in.  She apologized
for staring at me earlier, explaining that she thought she was seeing
things cos' of the weed, and that she thought I had a very sexy and
voluptuous body.

   I was taken aback that someone would find me sexy at all, much less this
lady of all people.  I do admit I was very, very turned on by that
compliment.  Especially being in my naked state.  I felt like a Renaissance
work of art, being admired like a nude goddess.  I could feel my pussy
getting wetter by the minute and couldn't help smiling widely behind my
mask.

   She wasn't upset at me since she used to do the same sort of thing when
she was younger - albeit she said she wasn't as daring as I am - and
understood the thrill and excitement of being naked in public.

   Never would I have expected to find a kindred spirit in the foreign
cashier woman who never said a word to me before, when I came (clothed) to
buy my red bulls.

   She tells me to be safe and that I was smart for doing this during the
lockdown period, with little to no one around.  Before I leave, she gives
me a light tickle on my left nipple while chuckling, before wishing me luck
and returning to the backroom.

   I could almost get used to this.

   3:03 AM: I step out onto the street as I hold the lubricant in my hand,
thinking what I could get up to with it...



   The Mask That Angie Wears Pt.  03

   Angie walks into a precarious situation.

   3:03 A.M.: After that amusing conversation with the stoned cashier lady,
I step out onto the street once again.  She was concerned at first about
how I was going to pay for that tube of lubricant, since I left home
butt-ass naked save for my mask and phone; obviously, I had no wallet or
pockets either.  She was relieved when I said I have NFC on my phone, after
which we shared another laugh and I left.  Sweet lady.

   I am warmed by the fleeting sanctuary of the lights from the minimart;
its soft glow embracing my exposed body as I stand there like an idiot lost
in my thoughts.  Suddenly, I remembered the couple I saw on the bench
earlier before entering the minimart.  I wonder if they're still there?  I
make my way to the playground.  It's only a short walk away, after all.

   3:05 A.M.: Soon after, I reach the main entrance of the park.  I'm
looking ahead for the couple on the bench I saw previously, but they're
nowhere to be found.  All I can see is the dark undulating paths of the
park, lit only by the lamps' soft glow.  And all I hear is the gentle
rustling of leaves as my bare feet kick them up as I walk.  The chirping of
crickets is soothing, somehow.

   I've always found this park creepy, to be honest, but it's a hotspot for
couples to get busy after some hanky panky.  My assumption is that the
couple earlier either have finished and went off, or are still in the park
somewhere to get down to real business.  The thought of people having
brazen sex in public places like these turns me on so much...  I can feel
my pussy juices running down my thighs as I walk.  I know that deep down...
I want to be the one fucked.

   I'm not specifically after that particular couple, and if I do find any
people having sex, I plan on watching them for a bit, to make myself known
just to see their reaction.  Let's see how my luck goes.

   3:23A.M.: This park is as sizeable as I recall.  Man, I'm exhausted from
walking; no doubt the stress of doing it in the nude at risk of being
caught is especially taxing.  Fortunately, the cover of the trees along the
trails and layout of the pavilions lends helps.  I almost forget I'm
completely butt-naked at times as I tread gently on the asphalt.

   The trails can sometimes get so dark that you can't even see your hand
in front of your face, I need to rely on the lights in the distance to
guide me.  Some parts of the park are so dark, I have nothing but the
moonlight to show me the way, and the contacts I wore aren't too helpful.

   At first, I never understood why ancient peoples got naked under the
moon.  After seeing the moonlight on my bare skin, though, I can safely say
that I was falling in love with it.  It felt more...  special, somehow. 
Like a spotlight from a lustful celestial body gazing in approval.  Am I
weird?

   I can't afford to get complacent, though.  If the worst happens, being
raped is the least of my worries.

   3:36 A.M.: As it would eventually turn out, I spot a jogger as he
appears under the streetlamp.  He's a good thirty or so metres away and I'm
still in the dark part of the trail, so he's none the wiser that I'm here.
I figure it'll be quite fun to surprise him as a naked woman who appears
out of nowhere, so I halt right before the shadow line to time my
appearance with his pace, and cloak myself in darkness.  As he gets within
a few metres or so, I begin to walk out into the dim light.  I can see that
he has slowed down a bit in noticing me, but he doesn't seem to fully
register yet that I am naked.

   It's only when I close in directly under the light does he see me; he's
stopped in his tracks jogging on the spot, looking at me while catching his
breath.  I walk forward casually as though nothing were out of the
ordinary, when he says to me, "Very nice!"

   "Thank you!", I reply, to which he asks "Not in any sort of trouble are
ya?" I reassure him that I'm fine and that this was just for fun, after
which he smiled and politely went on his way.

   "Be careful, then!", I hear him shout as he jogs off into the dark trail
I came from.  You can tell he knew I was having fun and was just looking
out for me.

   Some people are really sweet, I find.They make the pain of the insults
and laughs I get on a daily basis less near.  Other people feel vulnerable
when naked; I get empowered.  This night has gotten stranger as it went on.
First, the cashier and now that nice jogger guy; seems people are way more
positively receptive to a naked woman than I thought.

   I totally expected to be given very dirty looks at least, or worse - be
molested at this point.  All these thoughts of molest in my head, oh my...
They say that you suppress what you're obsessed with.  Could it be that I
want to be groped like this?  I gotta be honest and say that if that jogger
dad felt me up, I don't think I could stop his hands...  I need to
masturbate.

   4:02 A.M.: I must be at least a few kilometres from home at this point.
I'm rather grateful to this mask as it has and is still giving me a sense
of security.  They DID say we should be wearing masks; nothing said about
clothing, right?

   It's quite amazing what one can do when their identity is hidden.  The
mask isn't really the best of choices, I'll admit; it's a black cotton one
with an LV pattern on it.  I figured it would make good satire to the
people that see me.  I'm wondering if the cashier lady or jogger noticed
the mask,or if they were too busy staring at my body.

   I don't have any identifiable tattoos as I haven't had a job since
graduation, so I couldn't afford a tat even if I wanted one.  I've also
tied my hair up so that no one will recognize me too easily.  Besides all
that, I've worn contacts instead of glasses, which in addition to altering
my appearance, change my eye colour from green to brown.

   4:12 A.M.: It's been about half an hour since that jogger appeared and
honestly I'm kind of frustrated that I haven't encountered anyone else.  I
guess it is to be expected, given the lockdown situation.  But I was kinda
hoping that in spite of it some people at least will be up and about,
looking to get some fresh air in the night when no one was around.  My
instinct kept telling me this isn't the best idea to be wandering around
naked in a park in the wee hours, yet the pervert in me is wishing for
someone to come along and ogle, or do worse.  I really need to masturbate
now.

   4:23 A.M.: After I'm out of the trail, I see a bench in the distance in
a dark spot and decide to head over to rest my legs for a while and get
down to business.  It may not be the best idea sitting down on my wet pussy
on bare public seats, but my legs were so tired from not using them before
that I didn't care.  Not that there was anyone around, anyway.  Pft.

   Added to that, I haven't had a cigarette since I stepped out and now I'm
feeling a strong urge to have a drag.  I find myself sitting here in regret
for not bringing out at least a few sticks along, even though I'd have no
sanitary way to carry them.

   Suddenly, my anxious thoughts bring me to all kinds of scenarios when I
don't have a drag, and soon I drift into the danger of what I'm doing. 
They could report my naked ass and I'd be in trouble.  I guess the irony
would be that if I do get caught and arrested, bringing along something up
my pussy would have been a good introduction to prison life.

   4:40 A.M.: I almost got too distracted by the time on my fitbit to
notice there was someone approaching.  It's a different man who doesn't
look like he's jogging, and I'm not too sure if he's seen me.  To top it
off he looks super shady in that hoodie with his hands in his pockets.  He
has stopped about a hundred or so metres from where I am and is on his
phone.

   Oh god...  I need to escape but the problem is that the path is still a
long ways in either direction, and there's no way he wouldn't see me
running off, not that my fat ass can run fast enough to begin with.  Why
did he have to stop there of all places?  Is he waiting for someone?

   My heart starts racing as I decide whether to run or remain where I was,
hoping he wouldn't see me.  Then again, I knew my pasty clammy skin wasn't
much help to blend into the dark.  My sweaty skin wasn't doing me any
favours either as I'm sure it made me glisten that much more in catching
the distant lights.

   To make matters even worse, another guy has appeared and is walking up
now looking just as shady; they've seemed to acknowledge each other but
aren't greeting the way friends do...

   Oh dear god...  Have I walked into a drug deal?

   *****

   4:47 A.M.: I'm in a spot of trouble now.  I knew I was asking for it,
but heading out and doing this naked stunt was definitely a bad idea.  I'm
updating my entry now on the off-chance someone finds this phone somewhere
in case something happens to me.  I've never been so fearful in my life. 
I've tried to call someone to help but no one has picked up yet.  I was
thinking of calling the police too but there'll be some explaining to do
given my predicament.  Very evidently, the "naked pervert girl hiding
behind the bench" versus the "two guys having a conversation" will be in
much bigger trouble.

   Honestly, I find myself at a crossroads between getting home safe and my
sick perversions of being caught and raped, but these guys look dangerous
and I may not walk out of it with my life.  I knew it, I'm just a super
sick exhibitionist, the fact I'm wetter than ever at the thought of being
violated.

   "Call the cops already!", I tell myself.

   I'm still at the same bench hiding in the dark crouching behind it.  The
two guys haven't seen me yet, but there's no way I can escape without them
noticing.  Why is this deal taking so long?  What are they here for? 
They've been talking about something for the last few minutes - what seemed
like an eternity for me - and gesticulating quite fiercely as though
nearing the point of argument.  The other guy that just came up has been
smoking nonstop while the one in the hoodie is running his mouth about
something.

   Before long, I find myself staring at the speed dial ready to call the
police if anything happens when suddenly, the two shady guys walk off each
in different directions.  Phew!  I've never been so relieved in my life and
at the same time in danger; the compulsion to masturbate has become a
physical need at this point as my sweaty body demands it.  For the third
time this night, my fingers reach down between my thick pussy lips.

   9:21 A.M.: I'm headed back to the park this morning - clothed, this time
- to the same spot.  Probably not a good idea, to be honest, after what
happened.

   My last entry got cut off as I couldn't blog in real time when, as it
turned out, I got caught by the shady hoodie guy as he walked by the bench.
He must've heard my moans or the rustling of leaves as I squatted there
fingering myself lost in pleasure and totally gave myself away.  I must say
I was extremely lucky I'm even around now to pen this down; he could've
taken out a knife or something to me and things would've gone really ugly.

   Surprisingly, he didn't seem too interested in doing anything to me at
all.  I saw in his face the same fear as I had of being caught doing
something we shouldn't have.  Me being naked there in front of him while he
was obviously up to shady deals with his associate or whoever that guy was.

   In that moment, he looked me up and down clearly confused as to why I
wasn't wearing anything.  All he did was tear off my tacky mask, after
which he took a good look into my eyes saying, "If anything happens, You
never saw us here, understood?  I know your face", he threatened.

   That's when I knew he had no intention of doing anything harmful to me
specifically, but we had a moment of understanding that he would do
everything in his power to make my life problematic if I said anything to
anyone about him.

   Was he an undercover agent in some sting operation I happened to walk in
on?  I'm not sure, nor do I want to know.

   As I approach the bench, there it was: the mask I wore as my only
article of clothing, sliced clean in half by some kind of tool.