by Poppy Romero
I imagined standing there, trying desperately to cover myself up in front of them. Part of me hoped Mike would be a gentleman and cover me up. But an image popped into my head of him staring hungrily at me as I explained myself. I imagined Franklin's camera flashing away. I imagined Mike's hand sliding down to his belt, grasping himself through his jeans...
I realised as I crouched there that my nipples were pressing urgently against my hand, hard as bullets. The more I squirmed, the more I realised it wasn't just the cold. The thought of being so naked and exposed outside was a new and exciting high, and I realised I was a little sensitive between my thighs as well.
I flushed, surprised by my body's reaction. Maybe it was just the relief of the immediate danger passing. Maybe my body had just been gearing up for a sexy evening and was going along with the new excitement. Or maybe I was just discovering a whole new side to being naked.
It didn't solve my problem though. I turned my phone on, and Googled locked out naked, and waited for the responses to load. There were a few that seemed useful. There was a reddit thread which was taking the piss, asking why the girl why she had her phone, but not her clothes. Lots of guys suggesting she come over to theirs to warm up. I imagined turning up at a complete stranger's house naked, and giggled.
Unfortunately, actually locking yourself out naked isn't as common as fantasising about locking yourself out naked, and the first few pages of results were the kind of stories I'd love to have been reading in the bath right now. Curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn't resist clicking on a few.
One of them had the girl's friends find her, and decide to parade her around. It ended with them carrying her into the middle of the street while she fingered herself, lost in her arousal. Another was about a girl who lost her clothes in a series of accidents and had to try and sneak through the alleys of a city. Another, a sorority sister getting hazed and ending up getting dared to walk across her own campus.
Despite my situation, my body really began to respond, and I started to appreciate the situation a little. I'd always loved being naked around the house, but this just felt more raw, more exciting.
I poked my head up, a mischievous grin breaking across my face. Behind me was the thick tree-line I'd come from, but in front of me was the quiet, empty park. I could just see one of the main pathways through the park on the other side of the bushes.
I couldn't get the dirty stories out of my head though. I imagined someone finding me like this. In fact the more I thought about it, the more I kind of wanted someone to find me. I wanted more risk, more danger.
I shuffled round onto my knees, and stuck my head up over the bushes, looking out over the park. I couldn't see anyone, but just having such an open, public place in my eye-line was incredible. Nobody seemed to be around, so I stood, one hand covering my breasts, the other between my legs.
I stepped out of the bushes and tip-toed toward the path, my heart hammering in my chest. A thrill passed through me as I crept across the grass.
The thrill of being naked in the middle of the path was absolutely intoxicating. I looked around. The park was empty, but I was stood under a street lamp on full display. I took a deep breath, and lifted both my hands in the air. I wasn't just naked, I was showing off. I was on full display in the middle of the path, and it was just heightening my arousal.
I tried to imagine it was mid-day, and I was surrounded by people. I imagined the raised eyebrows, the women staring in disbelief. The men openly ogling me as I stood there. I took a step to the side, opening my legs and feeling a cool breeze pass over my sopping wet pussy.
I have no idea how long I stood there, soaking in the exposure. But eventually I heard the tinny, distant sound of headphones and the pounding of a pair of feet. For half a second I thought of standing my ground, but my fear got the better of me and I ran back into the bushes. I sank to my knees, giggling uncontrollably as I watched the jogger pass, lost in his own world and completely unaware of what he'd almost seen.
I looked back at the phone in my hand. Where I'd pressed the phone against my breast, it must have clicked a link accidentally. It was from the story where the girl lost her clothes, and it was a bit about her calling her boyfriend.
Well, I didn't have a boyfriend then, but I did have my house mates. Sara was the only one I would say was really trustworthy enough for this. I pulled her number up, and dialled it.
There was no answer. While I waited to try again, I scrolled through a few more stories. The more I read, the hotter they got. Girls streaking because they lost a bet, or brave adventures in outdoor sex gone wrong. I started reading one about a woman who was on holiday with her boyfriend - they almost got caught having sex by the pool, before I remembered I didn't have time for this.
I tried Sara's number again, but there was no reply. Her voice mail clicked on though, so I cleared my throat and left her a message.
“Sara?” I whispered. “Sara, it's me. Listen, this is going to sound weird, but... I'm kind of in trouble. I swear I'll tell you all about it, but... OK, I'm in the park, and I need you to come get me... and bring a change of clothes. Just some sweats and a hoodie, something to cover the top and bottom halves. I know it's weird but I've... I've had kind of a wardrobe malfunction and I need them. I promise I'll give you all the details when I see you. OK bye!”
I hung up and the phone app disappeared to one side. It went back to the page of stories about exhibitionists, dares and naked adventures. I bit my lip, grinning. I realised the hand I'd been covering myself up with felt so good pressed up against my damp limps, I scrolled a bit more, massaging my clit as I scrolled through the titles.
As my hand began to move almost involuntarily, I could feel how wet and sensitive the whole situation was making me. My cheeks were burning with embarrassment, but I loved the feeling of being so exposed in such a risky situation.
An idea overtook me. I looked around once more, and moaned out load.
“Mmmh... somebody fuck me!” It sent a thrill through me to imagine a jogger, or a stranger on their way home hearing me and doing exactly that. Or Mike, still out for some reason and finding out exactly what transpired in that garden.
I dropped the phone on the grass and let my hand go to my breast. I leaned back against the tree behind me, imagining playing coy while he got a good eyeful. My finger started to dip inside my hot little pussy.
I pinched my nipple and moaned with arousal. I was masturbating outside for the first time, and it felt incredible. When I'm on my own in the bath, I read stories until I'm hot enough to go. Out here, the danger and the thrill heightened everything so I couldn't have stopped myself if I tried.
The more I thought about it, the more I wished it had been Mike who'd come after me. I imagined teasing him with glimpses of my body, leading him deeper into the trees until 'letting' him catch me, lying in a bush with my legs open, on full display.
I giggled and checked my phone. One message from Sara. “What's happened? Not too far from park. Urgent?”
I blushed, imagining what I was going to say to her, or what she'd think of me if I told her the full story. I texted back “Need a secluded spot to meet. Text back where and when.”
I thought I'd better start having a look round for signs, or a landmark she could meet me by. I continued through the trees. Somehow, while running around I'd gotten myself turned around and ended up near the parking lot at the other end of the park.
Suddenly, I noticed a flash from the other end. I hadn't been paying attention to it, but as soon as the flash went off, I jerked round, startled.
I moved to the edge of the bushes to get a better look. At first all I could see were shapes moving around. I was considering backing away slowly in case it was anything dangerous, but there was another flash. It lit up a ring of cars, and a few shadowy shapes hanging around them. I realised it was a camera, and the flash was illuminating the scene. Definitely something to stay away from in my current situation!
It was
hard to tell from the brief glimpse, but it looked like there was a couple stood by a car. The girl was looking at something in her hand, but the most noticeable thing about her was that she was completely naked.
I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands. What the hell was going on?
I started to creep closer through the line of the bushes. As I did, I began to make out more of the scene. Small groups of men stood by the cars, watching the couple. Some people were in their cars. Couples were all around in various states of undress. As I got closer, the girl turned away and I could see the sharp light of a phone screen illuminating her as he tapped away at it.
My head was spinning. I'd gone from nudist to exhibitionist to voyeur, all in one night!
The girl finished with the phone and put it on the hood of a nearby car. She turned back to the man in the middle of the circle and ran her fingers down his chest, drawing them slowly towards his hardening length.
I was already so aroused, I could barely take it. The light was so low and the headlights so bright I couldn't make out any faces, so the lot was an anonymous mass of strangers. My finger slipped back between my legs and started sliding up and down my now slick lips. By the cars, the girl began to knead the man's cock, one hand on the base.
The girl knelt down in front of the man, looking up at him as she continued to work his shaft. My fingers increased their pace between my legs. One hand rubbed desperately at my clit while I pounded myself with two fingers.
I started to lose control again, imagining being watched like that. I'd never thought of myself that way, even when reading smut in the bath. My sexuality was always a private thing. But now, I just wanted to be a dirty girl. I wanted to be on display.
The girl's head bobbed back and forth, sucking and slurping at the man while the other watched, holding up a camera.
Suddenly my phone beeped. It was a message from Sara! Shit! I ducked down to try and silence it, only to watch in horror as the girl spun round and looked into the woods.
My mouth opened agape when I saw her face. It was Sara!
It took me a second to recognise her, but once I did I could hardly believe my eyes. She frowned and peered out into the bushes.
The guy she'd been with hiked up his jeans and came over to the bush I was hiding in. He looked straight down at me as I lay there stunned, my hand still inside me.
I did my best to cover myself, but there was nowhere to hide. He looked down at my naked, squirming body as I struggled to cover myself up.
What really surprised me was the first word that left his mouth.
“Carly?”
I looked up, mouth agape. If I'd been confused to see Sara here, my brain almost melted when another face appeared over the edge of the bushes. It was Ed, my landlord!
“ED?!?” I gaped. What the hell was going on here?
Before I could react, Ed and another guy lifted me by the arms and legs out of the bush.
Everyone turned round to look as they carried me over to the car. My legs were spread wide open, and everyone could see how wet I was as they carried me past.
Sara cocked her head at me, one hand on her hip. “So you're our mystery intruder, huh?”
I gaped back at her. As Ed and the other guy dropped me onto the hood of one of the cars, I squirmed to cover myself up. Sara just laughed.
“Oh come on, what's the point in covering up now?”
“We've seen everything now.” Ed grinned, moving back to her side. His erection bobbed in front of him as he walked. His arm snaked round Sara's hip.
I sat hugging my knees, my feet crossed so as to try and give myself a little cover. I tried to scan the faces of the onlookers, but with the headlights in my eyes it was hard to focus on any of them.
I blinked and looked at Sara. She had one hand on Ed's cock now, stroking it idly. “So what brings you out here?”
I blushed. “I kind of... I kind of got locked out on the way to the shower. If you just lend me some clothes, or even a coat, I can...”
“Oh no, you don't get anything for free.” Sara paced over to me, slinking like a cat hunting her prey - me. “That answers why you're outside. Why are you here?”
I gulped. “Next door came snooping round, so I had to run.”
I heard one of the guys in the circle chuckle. “I thought that was you.”
I gasped as I recognised Michael's voice. He stepped out from behind the glare of the headlights, and sat on the bonnet next to me. He was shirtless, and the top button of his jeans was open. He held a jacket out to me – too small to cover myself with, but I was grateful nonetheless. I pulled it round my shoulders.
Sara laughed again. I looked at Ed's face. He had always been the quiet one in the house, soft-spoken and never saying much without Sara by his side. But his gaze was almost feral now as Sara slowly worked him to hardness.
“What a lucky girl to have such an ardent admirer. But Michael's not the only one with a bit of a crush on Carly, is he Edward?”
Ed groaned as Sara began to increase her pace.
I blushed. “You?”
Sara grinned. “Since you moved in, I noticed Ed started to get a lot more frisky. I called him on it.”
“And you weren't jealous?”
Sara laughed and looked round her. “Do we look like jealous types?”
My eyes were starting to adjust to the glare of the headlights. I could see most of the groups had returned, and were staring curiously at me. I gasped as I recognised a few more faces – some more from the house next door, one of my lecturers, a guy who worked behind the counter at a coffee house in town. I drew my jacket a little closer round me, blushing.
“Why do you keep trying to cover yourself up? Everyone's already seen everything on your little parade on the way in.”
“Don't you worry about someone spreading pictures of you around?”
“Why? We've all got pictures and videos of each other, anyone who did would be damning themselves. Besides, isn't that part of the risk of it?”
Ed's face was a mask of arousal, his breathing shallow.
Sara laughed, and slowly knelt in front of him. “We can do anything we want out here.”
She sank her head back down on his stiff length. I marvelled at her complete abandon in front of all these strangers. Ed's eyes closed as he rested a hand on the back of her head.
I looked across at Mike, who had one leg up on the bumper of the car, his hand kneading his crotch eagerly. It was so much like the fantasy I'd been having in the woods, I could feel an urgency rising in me. He looked across at me and winked.
“They want you to watch.”
Ed looked at me with a gentle smile. “Please? We'd both really like it.”
I had a coat. I could have gone back into the woods. I was encircled by the onlookers, but if I'd really wanted to get out, they probably wouldn't have been able to stop me. They were just looking – most of them watching Sara and Ed in the middle, but a few of them eyed me curiously.
Sara let Ed's cock pop out of her mouth and began stroking his shaft with quick, firm strokes. His eyes were closed in bliss. She sighed. “I love that I can still have this effect on you.” She grinned up at him, and gave his engorged head a little kiss.
Next to me, Michael was still kneading his cock in his jeans. I could see how it bulged against the fabric. I bit my lip and blushed as he looked over and caught me staring.
“See something you like?”
He turned to me and started slowly lowering the zip on his flies. He leaned back on the hood, and nodded at his open jeans. Leaning back like that really showed off the line of his abs, pointing tantalisingly between his legs. He hadn't lost his shape from last summer at all!
I couldn't resist. I leaned over and slid my hand into his waistband. My fingertips found him, stiff and warm. I closed my hand around his cock, feeling it twitch with pleasure.
I slid closer to him. Mike grinned at me, watching me as I eased his cock out of his jeans. It was... well, I h
adn't known what to expect, but it poked beautifully out of the top of my clenched fist. I ran my thumb over the tip, lubricating it with his pre-come.
I continued to tease him as we watched Sara and Ed. She opened her lips, and enveloped his head in her mouth once more. She began to bob her head back and forth, sucking as he moaned with satisfaction.
Mike turned to me and slid his hand up the inside of my thigh. I closed my eyes and gasped as I felt his fingertips brush against my aching, hot lips. After the evening I'd had, I just wanted to come, and badly. I parted my legs a little, letting him slide a finger into me.
The circle of onlookers was starting to break up into groups by the cars. A few went over to Sara, picking her up.
They carried her over to the car next to me, and laid her down with Ed standing between her legs. Sara turned to me and smiled blissfully as the strangers started unzipping their flies.
She gasped as she felt Ed enter her. The guys who had carried her over were stood either side of her, hands on their cocks, just watching. I felt a surge of arousal flood between my thighs as Sara reached up and cupped one of them in her hand.
Michael was openly masturbating me now, his finger slipping in and out of me in front of everyone. I moaned, letting my head fall against his shoulder. I wanted him. I wanted to be like Sara, laid out on the hood and fucked in the open air.
I realised the jacket Mike had given me had fallen open, and I didn't care any more. I let it fall off my shoulders behind me. Mike leaned over and gently kissed my stiff nipples.
Ed pumped away between Sara's thighs as she tugged on the cocks either side of her. People were stood all round us – watching, fucking or being fucked. I closed my eyes, the sheer arousal of the situation overtaking me. Half an hour ago I'd been planning a night reading gangbang stories in the bath, and now I was in one!
Michael slid his fingers out of me and stood, hitching my leg up around his waist. I kept my hand on his cock, lining it up against my wet, open hole. He looked into my eyes.
