Driving Miss Crazy

There have been lots of times when I've taken my clothes off in a car, either as passenger or driver. Oneof my favorite things to wear when I run errands is this old threadbare men's denim shirt that is long enough to be a dress. I'll wear it to the grocery store or whatever and people will glance at me sometimes and I know they're wondering if I have shorts on under there, but they just don't know. And it's fun to play with how many buttons are buttoned, etc, and when I get in the car I undo the remaining buttons and play around with how open my shirt is as I drive -- not trying to be seen really but just wanting so so SO much to be naked. And sometimes, when I am very close to where I'm going and know I won't likely be seen, I'll wiggle out of the shirt altogether and toss it in the back seat.
I have often been a nude passenger in a car(with tinted windows) and without access to my clothes on fairly long trips like an hour's drive, sometimes without knowing in advance where we were going or who exactly we were going to visit. But doing this I was always with other people who were in control ofthe details, and of course, I knew it was always possible that they would be able to share articles of clothing with me if I really needed to cover up in an emergency.
But these last couple of times I went alone, driving without a scrap of clothing and nothing in the car that might be used for covering.
The first one (and this is something I'd done before but not in a while) it was just a stupid impulse on my part. It was about 5 a.m. and only about 30 degrees out. I just jumped in my car without hardly thinking of what I was doing and drove around the neighborhood and safely back 10 minutes later. It was really exciting, but this was not really a very smart thing to do -- just an impulse thing.
So I decided I wanted to do this in a planned way and make it last longer, more like my other adventures as a passenger. I have a friend who got married, had a baby and moved to the suburbs all in about a year after being a party girl most of her life. So now she's a bit depressed and lonely out there and I called her up and told her I'd come visit to cheer her up -- and that I'd come visit her naked. She's been to our house before and has seen me naked so that part would not be new. But the whole idea of me driving to her house naked and with no clothing in the car was exciting to us both.
Instead of taking my own car with its clear windows and tendency to break down, I borrowed friend/roomie Jaye's car that we've used before because it has the tinted windows (gonna haft get that option in my next car).
I picked a weekday. I made sure I had my cellphone charged up and in my purse with my drivers license so I'd be nice and legal just in case I got stopped. And my roomies and the friend I was visiting knew they were all "on call" to come rescue me if I needed quick assistance.
So carrying my purse and wearing only shoes and sunglasses I stepped out our side door to the driveway and got in Jaye's car. It was still cool outside, high 40s or so, but sunny. I had to drive down busy city streets with other cars on all sides. And people, lots of people walking right around me at busy intersections. I could see them but they couldn't see me. I would lower the window at stoplights to feel the cool air and let someone have a chance to see my bare shoulders or a little more if they happened to look at just the right time.
Twenty minutes or so later I arrive in my friend's rather wealthy neighborhood. Big houses on big lots that you know are tended by professional landscapers. Her house has a nice long driveway and is somewhat sheltered from view. I pull right up, get out of the carand walk casually up to the door and ring the bell. My friend has been watching from the window and lets me stand on the stoop long enough to have to press the bell a second time while I glance around to see if anyone sees me. Traffic goes by on the street below but no one notices me that I can tell.
Finally she opens the door grinning and we have a nice little visit. But she looks tired and frets about the weight she is still trying to lose. Her baby is adorable though rather messy at both ends. He goes down for his nap and she shows me around the huge house and we make some hot tea. I suggest we step out on the back patio so we carry our teacups outside and sit on metal chairs on the deck. There's a privacy fence and the neighbors can't see. She thinks it's too cold for me but I love the sudden cold of the metal on my skin and though the air is chilly it's sunny with no wind. And honey, I've been outdoors naked in much worse weather than this so I am totally content. We sit out there for quite a while and drink our tea and talk about life.
Then after a while we go back inside to find that the baby is awake and poopy and I decide it's time for me to go anyway. I cherish the nice moment when I step out her front door, kiss her cheek and stroll the twenty paces or so to my car in the bright sunshine. I see a neighbor, not far away, working at something in his yard, but he is intent on his work and does not look up. In the car I use my cell to call the roommates to tell them I'm on my way in case I need to call them from the road. Turns out one of the other roommates (I have six of them) needs a ride home from work so I offer to swing by if she'll meet me outside and jump in the car at the curb. I get the location, happy to have an errand to do while naked.
I arrive at the appointed downtown street corner without incident, enjoying the bustle just outside mydark windows. When I see her walking out to the curb towards the car I lower the passenger window so she can see me as she gets near. She hoots with laughter because the other roommates hadn't told her I'd be picking her up naked. She's seen me naked many times before but never in this situation and she gets a big kick out of it as we drive the rest of the way back to the house.
Instead of pulling into our driveway, I park at the curb on the opposite side of the street. There's no traffic because the light is red up at the intersection a half block or so away. I get out of the car and walk across the street with my giggling roommate bouncing along beside me. On the sidewalk in front of our house I turn and point the key thingie at the car to lock it and as it beeps in response I see that light has turned green and all those cars are coming towards me. I turn and walk the rest of the way to the house and am up on the porch surrounded by my girlfriends by the time the cars stream by.

Stipped Naked in Front of 8 Guys

I have to tell you about my friend -- I'll call him Rick. We hang out at this nude beach and he and I had this bet about who's the biggest exhibitionist. I lost so I had to go first. The loser had to get naked anytime, anywhere the winner wanted.

Rick invited me to come over to his place and told me some of his buddies would be there. I had a feeling it was going to be time to pay up. When I got there, there were eight guys there. Rick had arranged furniture in his living room in a kind of a circle and after some initial pleasantries, he told me to stand in the middle of the room. I've been naked in front of strangers, but this was different, and situations like this always get my heart pounding.



First he told me to remove my sneakers and hand them over. I did.

He smiled and looked me over. It made me really self-conscious, even though I was still fully clothed! And I was a little excited by this submissive role, having to do whatever he told me.

Next, he ordered me to remove my socks. I did and Rick nodded approvingly, but he reminded me I had a way to go to prove I was the bigger exhibitionist.

The next item to go was my top, a white one piece pull over. Now I was standing there in my bra and jeans and bare feet. The guys were all smiling, kind of shyly.

"The pants have to go!", Rick said.

"Really? Make me!" I wanted to act like I was resisting. Rick walked over, stood in front of me, and looked me hard in the eye. The he un-
did the buttons on my jeans -- all of them!

I slid my pants down and Rick tossed them off to the side, and there were smiles and some laughter all around.

I was getting a little nervous at this point. I felt so exposed, standing there in just my bra and panties in front of these strange men. I've been naked in public lots of times, but not being so closely examined.

Before I knew it, Rick unhooked my bra. I covered my breasts with my hands, just to tease a little, but Rick ordered me to keep my hands at my sides. Then he held
my hands behind my back and turned me all around for everyone to get a good look.

For a few minutes I had to stand there in just my panties while the guys chatted with me and asked me questions and complimented me. Of course a knew what was coming next and sure enough, Rick stood behind me, and slowly slipped my panties partly down my thighs. And then he stopped!

"Should we leave her a little decent?" Rick asked.

All of the guys said, strip her naked! One guy said, she is a girl, and should be naked!!!

Rick put his finger once again on top of my panties and pulled them off very slowly, exposing all of me. They dropped to my feet around my ankles.

(to be continued ...)

When I Was a Little Girl

I grew up on a farm, a hobby farm really. 20 acres that my daddy played around on when he wasn't running a Feed & Seed hardware store in town. My parents were what you might call former hippies who never really lost their hippy ways. Being out in the country like that, we weren't too formal. I never ran around completely naked off of our property, like I did at that party I wrote about, but mom and dad would get nekkid in the hot tub. (It kinda embarassed me to tell the truth!) Sometimes I would run off and lie among the pear trees in the orchard with a beach towel and a book and sun my nude body and watch the clouds roll by.

Today I'm a city girl and I don't have my own private backyard where I can be nude and have nobody see me. And that's okay, because now I have a balcony and a sundeck and I want people to see me (giggle). My fantasy (well, one of them) is to walk right down the street downtown nude like this girl I found on the web. She's so brave and uninhibited! Can you believe it? Put a photo like that on your MySpace account and drive the guys crazy wanting to meet you.

Spring Dare

Maybe it's the excitement. Maybe it's the danger. I think it's both! I spend weeks, sometimes months, thinking about my dares. I think the planning is just as much fun as the doing. I get moist just thinking about what I'm going to do and how I'm going to do it. I play every frame of the scene over and over in my mind, making little adjustments and tweaks.

There's a wooded park near the office building where I work. Spring will be here soon and the trees are already showing their pink and white blossoms. The sap is flowing ... my sap is flowing!

All winter long I planned this little dare, and this week I did it!

This park is popular with joggers and walkers. It gets a lot of traffic. Last week we had a sunny afternoon and the temperatures got up into the 50s. I don't mind cold that much, not for a little while anyway. I dashed over in my car, it's just a few blocks, and parked near an entrance to the park. I was just wearing a pair of jeans, no panties or bra (I wasn't gonna need those!) and a light sweater. I brought a plastic bag too, stuffed in my pocket. There's a path that follows a ridge and then connects to another trail that loops back around to the starting point. It's about a half a mile I think.

I found spot I'd recognize and took off all my clothes and put them in the bag. I even put my car keys in the bag. When I do a dare, I go all the way baby! (OK, I might wear running shoes so I don't hurt my feet.) Then I buried the bag under some leaves behind a shrub. And I walked away.

I was shivering but it wasn't the temperature - it was the excitement!!! My heart was pounding, like it always does. I was completely naked and completely vulnerable, with no place to hide and nothing to cover me. I started walking down the path, putting my clothes farther and father away from me.

In no time at all I heard someone - it was a jogger coming from behind me. It was an older guy, a runner, and he raced past me without stopping. That's pretty typical for runners, you know. He didn't even look back.

Next two girls with a dog came walking up the ridge towards me. They started giggling as soon as they saw I was naked. They tried not to giggle but it was really hard, because they just didn't know how to react. I smiled and asked them if they had the time because I didn't have my watch with me, LOL.

"What happened to your clothes?" they asked.

"Oh, it's such a nice day, who needs them?" I laughed.

"Isn't that, like, illegal?" one girl said. She kind of frowned and squinted at me.

I gave her this kind of conspiratorial look and told her I didn't see any cops around.

"Yah .. I guess!"

I saw 10 different people on my short walk, so it was a good dare. Most people are really nice or just act like there's nothing unusual at all. One woman told me I should be ashamed and a guy acted very concerned about my safety. I guess he has a point, but I've never seen any really creepy types in this park.

As I got back to my secret spot where my clothes are hidden, my mind began to worry a little. What if my clothes were gone! What if I was stranded like this???? The idea was both scarey and exciting. I imagine somebody came by with a dog and the dog smelled my scent and dug up the bag, and the owner took it. It could happen, you know. But the bag was there. I kind of poked at it with my toe, to be sure, but I didn't get dressed yet. Instead I crept into the trees a little way and found a sunny spot. I touched myself and my juices were flowing. I teased my little clit at first, and then I closed my eyes and imagined somebody was watching me, rubbing harder and faster until I had an amazing orgasm, my knees bending and my back arching and my whole body quivering. My kind of lunch hour!

I'm such a bad girl, you know? I'm just obsessed with showing my nude body and it's such a turn-on for me. I can't stop doing it and I can't stop thinking about it. I should probably get professional help (LOL) but I won't. I'll just keep doing it cause it's so much fun and it feels soooo good. :)

Love & XXX,

Jamie

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My First Time (Part 2)

Everybody at the party was looking at with to see if I was really serious or just joking.

"It's just a windup!" said Colin, who was English. I remember that because I'd never heard that expression before and I just love it.

"Oh, no," I said. "I'm not ashamed of my body and I'm very comfortable being naked."

"Well, go on then," Colin laughed. "Let's see you walk down the street starkers like that!" He grabbed my hand and led me through the house and to the front door. I figured I could run out to the street and dash back fast. After all, it was the early hours of the morning and there was nobody around. I opened the door and peered out cautiously. I didn't see anybody so I tiptoed out into the street. The pebbled walkway hurt my feet a little, but the warm night air felt great against my skin and I felt a rush of blood to my ears, my lips and my pussy!

Colin held my hand and a bunch of other kids watched as we walked out into the street and then -- and I still don't know how this happend -- down the street! Nobody saw me, no strangers that is. That would come later, but that was the night that changed everything for me. I was hooked! I was an exhibitionist junkie. When we got back to the house, my pussy was wet and aching. I made an excuse about having to pee, made a dash for the bathroom and quickly broght myself to an amazing orgasm. I had to stuff a towel in my mouth to keep from making too much noise! Later I would sometimes fantasize that I just grabbed Colin (he was kinda cute) pulled him into a bedroom, and had him fuck me as hard as he could from behind while he rubbed my throbbing pussy with one hand and squeezed my tits with his other. That one's got me off more than once when I need a little afternoon cum to brighten a dull day at the office.

My First Time

When I was a teenager I was reallya shy girl. I guess I knew I had a nice body, but I'd never even worn a bikini, except for this one time in a hot tub. And only one person had ever seen my nude body, my boyfriend Josh. He's the one that got me to shave my litte kitty, which I had never done before (he he!).

Just after my 18th birthday I was at this party and somebody has a bottle of jagermeister and things were getting kinda loose. It was around 2 am on a really warm summer evening and we were sitting around on the back deck and this girl I knew then from high school was talking about her boobs and she flashed everybody and showed them off. She had really nice boobs too.
And then everybody looked at me and I was like, hey, don't be looking at me! And they started teasing me and calling me chicken and that got me mad. I guess I'd had a little bit more jager than I realized, because instead of flashing everyone, I just took my top off. even though my heart was pounding a million miles and hour, I acted very cool like it was no bi deal and I did this all the time. Nobody calls me chicken! And then I walked up to each of the guys so they could get a good look nice and close.

And here's the really amazing thing, it gave me this power, and I felt a little vulnerable and also powerful at the same time. The boys actually got a little shy around me because they weren't used to this. Most of them just got kinda quiet. But this one guy, Thomas (I think he was from Germany) he acted like this was nothing. "We see this on the beach all the time. It's considered normal, very natural," he said, like he was so wordly even though he was probably 18 too.

I knew they had nude beaches in Europe, but I asked him anyway,"so they just show their boobies and everything?" "Well, not everything," he laughed. "but topless, yes."

I guess I have a little devil in me becuase I suddenly got this crazy inspiration so I said"well here in the U.S. of A. weshow you everything!" And I tugged off my shorts and panties in one fast move, stepped out of them, and made a nice turn for everyone as I held them in the air.

Now the guys got noisy and they ccheered and hooted.

"Wow! Jamie's got a wild side!"

But I acted like this was nothing special. "Oh, I've have no problem being naked. I do it all time." I lied. "I'm perfectly comfortable. If I didn't think I'd get arrested, I'd walk right down the street like this."

As soon as I said it, I saw their faces and realized I'd made a big mistake, but there was no turning back now.

(to be continued)