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I Danced Half-Naked in The Rain & Pleased an Uber Driver With My Naked Body
Half the pleasure of being an exhibitionist comes from witnessing the reaction of strangers [Sex Confession]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
If you’ve read some of my short stories in Bare Skin Café, you’ve probably noticed that I often write erotica tales with public nudity, like in the series on Brooke, a tourist discovering scuba diving and exhibitionism under tropical skies. The truth is that I personally like being in the nude and being seen naked! I hate to use the word exhibitionist because it often comes with a negative connotation. But I like it, anyway! I love teasing men, and I like seeing the bulge swelling in the front of their pants. It makes me feel beautiful and especially in control!
So, earlier this evening, as I was brainstorming with my vibrator for new erotica short story ideas, I got quite excited thinking about the thrill of sharing with you something I had done a while back instead of inventing a new erotic short story.
I am getting excited again right now, just thinking about sharing intimate details like that with you! I hope you will like it too.
It was right after I moved to South Florida, just before the pandemic. At the end of a sunny day, as I was walking on the beach barefoot in a bikini, rain caressed my body, and I remembered how much I loved walking in the rain when I was just a kid. I didn’t mind coming home soaked, even though my mom would try to scare me by saying I would die of pneumonia. It was stimulating, soothing, and cleansing. And… Who listens to their parents? Wait! I usually listened to my Mom because she was my kinky sex coach!
For some reason, walking barefoot in the sand always makes me feel like I am in the nude. It’s sensual to me. So I started thinking about being seen naked.
Why was it that I was living so few real-life exhibitionist adventures now that I had moved under the palm trees with a hot sun caressing my body every day?
For sure, our American society has issues with bare skin, and I don’t want to get arrested for lewd behavior. Jail sex is not one of my fantasies! On the other hand, you’re only young once, and I don’t want to be bored to tears when binging the story of my life on my deathbed. So I started thinking that, perhaps, I could kill two birds with one stone…
I had to wait for good weather — the kind that people would call bad weather. Eventually, I got blessed when they forecasted heavy rain for the upcoming Saturday. Around here, the rain is usually warm. No risk of pneumonia, Mom!
On Saturday, I went through my closet and uncovered a short white dress I hadn’t worn in a long time. It was too short, with too much cleavage for a Zoom video call. But it was street-legal!
I put the suggestive dress on with nothing else but high heels — no bra and no panties, which I usually don’t wear anyways. I voted against flip-flops because many men get turned on by female feet in high heel shoes. When I opened the door, my heart shifted gear as if it was suddenly engaged in a race. I didn’t know if I was excited about what I was about to do or if I feared doing something I, perhaps, shouldn’t do. But one thing was sure: I felt alive! Head to toe.
I kept repeating to myself that I was allowed to wear that dress, and it certainly was not my fault that it was a rainy day. So I stepped out.
I started walking west under light rain. I could feel my dress gradually sticking to my skin. Looking down, I could see the shape of my nipples showing, but nothing else too outrageous. I walked for a while, and then, the god of pleasure gifted me! Pouring rain fell on me!
In a matter of a couple of minutes, I was drenched. I could feel buckets of water landing on my head and a river flowing down my body, packing itself between my breasts and caressing my pussy on the way to the ground.
My white dress was almost as transparent as a window! I laughed, and I danced. I was both rediscovering the pleasure of walking in the rain and living the thrill of my body being exposed to strangers.
I kept walking west, and the rain kept gushing down on me. I removed my shoes because they were taking a beating in potholes. My bare feet on the sidewalk and in potholes made me feel naked. I crossed paths with a few people, including an old couple with very different reactions to the sight of my wet body. The old man gawked while the old lady hit him on the shoulder so hard, I bet it still hurts him today!
Some people ran past me with their heads down, noticing nothing, but I also crossed paths with fun people — I should say, men — who slowed down despite the pouring rain and didn’t have any issue with eyeing me up and down from my tits to my toes and back. I wondered why I hadn’t thought of doing that before. There had to be advantages to living under tropical skies!
A couple of cars drove ridiculously close to the sidewalk, splashing me and further adding to the torrent of water caressing my body. Then, at one point, I had to face my worse fear at a street corner. A sheriff’s car stopped right next to me. We were both waiting for the same green light. My heart stopped. Was I doing something that could be considered illegal? I peeked inside the car. Two young officers were staring at me and smiling. I smiled back. When the light turned green, they left. That was it! I was relieved, but I also wondered why they didn’t offer to help. “To protect & to serve,” no? I would have accepted a ride home with these handsome boys!
That got me thinking. In this heavy rain, there were not enough people on the sidewalk to fully satisfy my exhibitionist urges, and thinking about a ride home gave me another devilish idea. I called an Uber!
A compact car eventually pulled up with the Uber sign on the front window. I know Lyft encourages passengers to ride in the front seat while Uber doesn’t, but I opted for the front seat. I opened the passenger door. The driver was a middle-aged man. He examined me with stupefaction.
Conversations are recalled from memory. They may not be 100% accurate, but the gist of it is in there.“Oh my god!” he exclaimed. “Get in!”
I leaned forward to talk to him with pails of water falling on my back. I threw my shoes on the floor in front of the seat.
“I am drenched,” I replied. “I’ll kill your seat!”
He looked at his passenger seat without replying. I was right, and he was concerned about it. Uber drivers don’t make a lot of money driving around, and if their car gets damaged, they either fix it out of pocket or get bad reviews from passengers.
“I won’t do that to you! Hold on!”
I grabbed the bottom of my dress and yanked it over my head; then, I twisted it like a rag to take water out. I laughed because my dress was really like a soaked rag! And I felt great because the middle-aged driver was now staring at my pussy, which was at eye level for him. I was naked, head to toe, barefoot on a public sidewalk.
I sat on the front seat and put the dress on the floor next to my shoes. Of course, my body was wet, but it wasn’t as bad for the car seat as if I had sat in a soaked dress.
“You wouldn’t have a towel, would you?” I remember casually asking him while twisting my body to face him. By that, of course, I mean I wanted my tits to face him!
It’s always been funny to me how people react to a naked body. Some people stare and enjoy the view. Some other people look away. These people often look down. I never understood men doing that. These are probably the same men surfing the internet at night to see videos and pictures of naked women. So when they have the real thing in front of them, why don’t they enjoy it? Natural tits, real pussy, bare ass. Men can be puzzling!
The driver felt in the category of those not afraid to look at what they liked! His eyes were glued to my grapefruits, and he never answered my questions about the towel.
“I’m getting your seat wet! I am wet!”
He reached to touch the seat’s backrest, probably to check how wet it was. I guess it was just a reflex. I don’t believe he was thinking straight. My nudity limited his brain’s ability to focus on anything else but naked tits. Men have very simple brains. In any case, I hastily rested my back on the seat, trapping his hand between my skin and the backrest. With another reflex, he removed his hand as if it was getting burned in hell. I had a hard time not laughing!
By the time we reached my condo building, the rain had stopped. I opened the door and twisted my dress to squeeze more water out of it, giving plenty of time for that man to study my body since he wasn’t driving anymore. Whenever I get naked in front of a stranger, it is weird at first, but after a while, it feels natural, and I could go on forever.
I put my shoes on first, during which time my boobs were dangling down. I could see that he enjoyed the view, so I made it last as long as possible. Then I took time to put my dress back on. Besides, it was hard to do because the dress was sticking to my skin!
Eventually, I was ready to step out of the car, put my hand on his forearm, and said something like: “Thank you so much for being so understanding! You saved me!”
Now I feel naked in front of you! So, please, tell me. Would you have looked or looked away? Did you ever cross paths with someone like that on a sidewalk? Maybe it was me! Please share your feedback in the comments section below. I love you!
Here’s another time I enjoyed the rain and male eyes caressing my body, but on that day, it was the lifeguard in front of my beach condo:
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