Sharon's Public Adventure

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Sharon's body was sculpted to 34-24-36 perfection. Her perky 34C breasts were like two perfect spheres that seemed to defy gravity, with just the right amount of bounce, and the perfect complement to her well-toned behind. At 5’ 6” she was slightly taller than the average woman, and a diligent fitness routine helped her maintain her slim, yet still curvy, 128 lbs. Her legs were long and toned, her womanly sex adorned with a neatly trimmed landing strip. Her ivory skin was smooth and flawless, and her blonde hair was wavy and long. Even though she was “early middle age” she had the looks and body women half her age would kill for.
When she walked down the street, heads turned not because she was trying to draw attention to herself, but because she naturally radiated an aura of confidence and self-assurance. She had a way of carrying herself that seemed to say, "I know I'm pretty, and I own it," without ever being arrogant or conceited. And she was pretty. Pretty in the quintessential “girl next-door” way. And it wasn’t just her looks that people noticed. Those who knew her spoke well of her intelligence, her kindness, and her generous spirit. They marveled at how such a fetching woman could also be so down-to-earth and genuine.
Her demeanor carried over to her career. The VP of Marketing for a broadcast company, she approached whatever project she was involved in with the kind of professionalism and self-assured confidence that both her coworkers and superiors noticed. She was open and helpful, thorough and detail-oriented, and the accolades she received for her work decorated her office walls.
It didn’t matter if Sharon dressed “business professional” or “Friday casual”. Either way, she always looked well put together and fashionable. She kept her choice of accessories simple; earrings, a bracelet, her Apple Watch, maybe a necklace, and some sort of hairband or clip if she was wearing her blonde tresses in a ponytail or bun. As for makeup, usually all she needed was some lipstick. Sharon had the perfect body for whatever she wore, even if it was just to run errands or hang around her house.
Yet there was an air of mystery about her as well, as if there was more to Sharon than met the eye. And there was. Because while she was a well-adjusted woman who liked going on dates and had enjoyed several healthy (if only temporary) relationships, she did hide a secret obsession. A kink, if you will…
Sharon was enthralled by the idea of being naked in public. And not just naked, but completely naked. Naked as the day she was born naked. Head to toe naked. Not a single stitch of clothes naked. And not only that, but no jewelry and accessories, either. Naked as in NAKED.
Now it wasn’t that she felt the insatiable need to strip off her clothes and expose herself to strangers out in public. No, certainly not. Such behavior was not only potentially dangerous, but could lead to the kind of serious consequences nobody wanted, especially for someone in her position. If anything, Sharon believed in being, first and foremost, discreet.
She enjoyed going online to the many websites catering to NIP to read the stories (both fiction and real life) and watch the videos. She’d even downloaded several short stories via the Kindle app onto her iPad. There was certainly no shortage of material to fuel her fantasy’s fire. If she was in a meeting or out to lunch or grocery shopping or commuting or running in the park, wherever and whenever, her imagination might decide to run wild and she’d conjure up the mental image of herself naked. In her particularly intense fantasies she would debauch herself in front of her mythical audience by shamelessly groping her naked body and fingering herself in a tawdry display of self-pleasure. It was not unusual for such fantasies to warrant a visit to the ladies room for immediate attention.
And if the conditions were ideal, she’d do it while completely naked.
To Sharon, the excitement of exhibitionism was the anticipation of being caught that was an even bigger turn on for her than actually being caught. There was no bigger aphrodisiac than the fear, excitement, and prospect of knowing that, at any moment, she could be caught completely nude in a public place. To her, just envisioning the humiliating ENF moment was her drug.
But sometimes the mere fantasy, the story, the video wasn’t enough. Sometimes Sharon needed to feel it physically. And when it came to that, she’s challenge herself to a nude self dare. Perhaps it might be the office while working late or on the weekend, a slow day at the movies when the audience is sparse, an empty hotel corridor late at night, a deserted stairwell where no-one ever goes, the park well after darkness has fallen, basically any public venue that for that moment in time wasn’t quite so public became her stage. Quite simply, the more impulsive the dare, the more intense the result. Because while she never had a problem achieving a more than satisfactory orgasm with a sex partner, they could not in any way, shape or form compete with the level of arousal or orgasms she enjoyed during her nude in public escapades. Phrases such as “mind-blowing” and “earth-shaking” would be apt descriptions.
And today was one of those days…
The day was a typical hot summer day with a reported threat of rain as Sharon, a middle-aged blonde, pulled her dark blue SUV into the parking lot of a nearby shopping center. She had very good job as a VP of Marketing for a well-known, NYC-based broadcasting and entertainment company. She was also very pretty, with a figure to match, something she attributed to her being a single (in itself something her mom never missed a chance to chide her about). Sure she had dates and “boyfriends”, but not being tied down to one single person afforded her the kind of me-time that kept her slim, sexy and young-looking. Plus she liked having a career and a hefty paycheck all to herself. But today Sharon intended to dabble in something most VPs working for well-known companies probably wouldn’t. Public nudity.

Sharon had wanted to try this ever since she found a video online of a cute Asian babe stripping completely nude in an Ikea. Since the only Ikea in the area was still too far away and usually busy, she wanted to choose a store closer to where she lived. Her target was, ironically enough, the huge Target store that dominated a nearby shopping center. As she had hoped the few shoppers that were there had parked in the front lot close to the store, so she parked her car in the far more emptier side lot. She took a deep breath and exited her car. Not only was it big with plenty of out-of-the-way aisles and departments, there didn’t seem to be a lot of security cameras. Around the usual spots like the entrances and exits, registers and outside the bathrooms and fitting rooms, but not a lot around the store itself. She’d noted a few blind spots, so that’s where she was headed.

As Sharon strolled in, she blended in with her fellow shoppers dressed for comfort in the summer weather. Sharon wore a pair of slip on sneakers, a pair of summer shorts and a tank top. She also wore a pair of Wayfarer sunglasses and as a disguise, a brunette wig. Corny, yes, but you can never be too careful. In her hands she carried her iPhone and car keys.

The store’s industrial strength AC felt good as she entered. Unfortunately it had a rather adverse effect on her nipples. Already a little stiff from her planned exhibition, the cold air made them a bit more prominent. She could have worn a bra, but that would have been counter-productive, plus she really didn’t need one. Bras could be uncomfortable even when it wasn’t hot and humid and her breasts weren’t so big that she had to wear one every day. She wasn’t wearing any panties because that would have been counter-productive as well. She smiled at one of the red-vested employees as she wandered through the store. The handful of workers were either at the registers, customer service desk, or helping other patrons. As she wandered about like any other browsing shopper, and whenever the coast was clear she’d tease herself by lifting her tank top and exposing her perky B-cups or lowering her shorts to unveil the luscious cheeks of her cute little ass.

Finally she got to the far reaches of the store, housewares and linens. A careful look around revealed that there were no security cameras to worry about. Placing her iPhone, sunglasses and keys on a shelf, Sharon took a deep breath and got done on her knees. Slipping her fingers into the waistband of her shorts, she slowly pushed them down, first to her knees then around her feet. Oh God, she thought, I’m doing it. After another quick look around, Sharon got on her hands and knees and pushed her shorts completely off as well as reaching back and pulling off her sneakers. Now she was completely nude from the waist down. She cupped her neatly-trimmed pussy and could feel the heat rising off it despite the store’s cold AC. She abandoned her shorts and sneakers as she crawled a few feet away. As she crept along she could feel her tank top drifting up her body.

Did she dare?

Sharon looked back at her discarded sneakers and shorts, then in swift one motion pulled her tank top completely off her body. She leaned back, thrusting out her naked breasts, then rolled her tank top into a ball and tossed it down the aisle. She inhaled deeply as she caressed her stiff and sensitive nipples with her finger tips, and could feel her engorged lips begin to moisten. Here she was, a grown up professional woman, stark raving bare-assed naked on the floor of a Target. She felt like she was going to cum any minute as several drops of her arousal landed on the floor. As titillating as the idea of masturbating completely nude in public was, this might not be the best place for that. Instead Sharon enjoyed her brief moment of public nudity, ran to get her tank top, then back to her shorts and sneakers. Quickly dressing, she took several deep breaths to calm herself down. But she still needed relief. Grabbing her belongings and a random throw pillow, she hurried to the register hoping the saleslady wouldn’t notice the scent of arousal Sharon was convinced was wafting off her. The lady just rang up her purchase, asked if she wanted a bag (no thank you. I’m going to use it as soon as I get outside) and told her to have a nice day as she handed Sharon the receipt. Sharon smiled politely as she thanked her, took her new best friend and left the store.

Back outside, Sharon hurried to her Bronco Sport. Popping open the rear hatch, she folded down the rear seat and tossed in her new pillow, followed by her wig. She started the engine, opened the sunroof to vent out the heat and moved her car to a more secluded part of the parking lot, using a couple of shipping containers as cover. Sharon climbed over and between the front seats into the cargo area, kicking her Tevas into the front footwell. Once in the back, she yanked off her tank top and shorts. Once again she was completely nude, this time out in the parking lot in broad daylight. Thank God for her SUV’s dark-tinted privacy glass. She mounted her new pillow, grinding her swollen sex into its rough fabric. Sharon maintained a steady back and forth rhythm between her sensitive lips and her new pillow. She couldn’t believe how good it felt.

From the relative safety of her car Sharon watched people coming and going off in the distance. As she humped the pillow her imagination began to run wild. What if somebody caught her? Would they report her? Call the cops? Would she find herself being ordered from her car completely bare-assed and paraded in front of a gawking crowd of midday shoppers gathered to stare and laugh at the shameless stark naked woman and her humiliation. Or would they watch in perverse fascination at a grown woman masturbating nude in public? Would they leave it at that? Or would they blackmail her into submitting to their own public nudity fantasies, putting her in the kind of risky situations they would never dare put themselves in, the kind that could ruin her professional career?

Between her erotic visions and the pillow, it didn’t take long for Sharon to unload a massive orgasm that drenched the pillow and left a puddle on her rubber cargo mat. She was also soaked with sweat because of her car’s hot interior. Catching her breath Sharon looked around for something to clean herself with. There was a towel covering the driver’s seat (she had planned ahead) but that was there for a reason as she didn’t want to get her juices all over her car seat. Her only other options were her shorts or her tank top. So she used her shorts and put on her tank top. Opening the rear door, she looked around, then hurried completely bottomless into the driver’s seat.

Starting the engine, she drove the short distance home half naked, one hand on the wheel, one hand cupping her sex. Along the way the first drops of the reported rain began to fall. She closed her sunroof as the drops became a steadier rain. By the time she got home it was a downpour. It being the middle of a weekday her neighborhood was quiet, and the rain gave her added cover. She pulled into her driveway, put her car in park, and with a sly smile and without a second thought pulled off her tank top and climbed totally nude into the back of her SUV for round two.
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2024-04-04
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