I needed to do this. I needed to prove to myself I could do this.
I’ve always been accused of being a bit too reserved. It’s held me back and sabotaged more than a few relationships in my life, and after my last one imploded spectacularly and horribly I needed to prove to myself that I had the courage to push my boundaries.
And it was legal after all, the laws had been passed months back. Clothing was optional now, anyone could be bared anywhere in public.
I would be one of the first then, walking through the park fully exposed and with all of their eyes on me. I would have them all seeing me and I would be the one to push the boundaries.
I just didn’t expect it would be like this. I didn’t expect it could be so freeing. I didn’t expect it could be so enticing.
I like that they’re watching me. I like that they can’t look away. The only question is how far am I willing to go?
Excerpt
Dave was an old coworker and one that I’d always had a bit of a crush on. I mean he was nice and cute and handsome. He had strong arms and a warm smile and had always had time to listen to my problems. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was married I probably would have tried to subtly hint to him that he should ask me out, but as it stood it was always an unrequited crush.
Of course, it had to be him that I ran into, practically literally running into him as he stepped out of a coffee shop. As I bounced around him I noticed his eyes go wide and run up and down my body, but when I saw his face and recognized him all of that energy and excitement I’d had drained out of me completely.
“Oh hi Dave,” I said quietly, and his eyes settled on my face and flashed a recognition that made certain he knew just who I was.
There is a difference between the exposure before strangers and the exposure before someone you know. There is an embarrassment to one that isn’t present for the other, and in an instant my mood completely changed.
All of a sudden I felt so very exposed, so bared to everyone and everything. Dave had featured into a few of my dreams but I’d never in a million years have expected to have him actually see me like this. To see me so very exposed to him.
Everything closed up on me and I fought the urge to try to obviously cover myself up as he found his tongue and said hello.
“So,” he followed up after an awkward pause, “How are things?”
I smiled broadly and sheepishly, putting my hands on my hips and looking up at him, “Not bad, how are you? How’s Marie?”
The most remarkable thing was that once I started actually talking to him the conversation flowed as smoothly as it always had. Dave and I had the type of rapport that we could keep the patter up even if both of us were feeling incredibly awkward. And at the moment I was sure both of us were.
Because while we were chatting and talking openly our faces were both beat red. We were both shuffling uncomfortably but neither of us wanted to address the elephant in the room and excuse ourselves because one of us was naked.
And I don’t know if either of us really wanted that.
Dave might have been married but he wasn’t dead. I caught his gaze drifting a couple of times, running up and down my body when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. I saw the way he looked at me, the obvious interest tempered by the knowledge that he could only look and not touch.
And I found myself wondering whether he would head straight home after this. Whether he would take out his pent up sexual frustration on his wife. Whether he would fuck her hard and fast and whether he would tell her that I was the reason why. Whether he would confess to her that he had seen his cute ex-coworker just walking down the street naked. Whether he would admit that I had turned him on.
By the time we finished our rather short conversation and I headed on my way both of us were more than a little flustered, and I found that the heat in my body had returned with a potent fire that was blazing hot and heavy.