More quick glances around to make sure the coast was well and truly clear, and I was ready to go further!
Posing for this photo was the scariest (and most titillating, I have to admit) that I’d done so far. Standing there totally blind with my head engulfed in my shirt, cold wind raising goosebumps on my exposed skin, I felt myself burning with excitement as every sound was magnified a thousandfold in the quiet of the night.
Of course, the shirt always gets stuck in my hair at the most inopportune time…
But I finally got it off! Hope you don’t mind my natty old sleeping bra (I didn’t expect to be showing it to the world when I left the house!)
It’s too bad you can’t see my face, so you’ll just have to imagine the super cheeky grin that I’m wearing :)
I was thoroughly enjoying myself. The solitude of the night had lifted the cares from my shoulders and I was feeling on top of the world. Prancing around my familiar neighbour park, where I’d grown up and hung out with friends and family, in my bra, I was all ready for the next step. I set the timer, tugged my waistband down and was all ready to get my butt naked when my world came crashing down. With no warning at all, a man emerged from the bushes just thirty meters in front of me!
I jumped about a foot in the air, pulled my shorts up so high they almost touched my boobs, grabbed my phone and flat out BOLTED.
With my heart thumping in my chest and flip flops pattering on the pavement, I didn’t stop until I rounded a corner and stopped to throw my shirt back on. Panting crazily, I risked a look back at the crime scene and, to my surprise, the man didn’t seem to have noticed anything at all. In my haste, I hadn’t noticed that he was actually on the phone, probably arguing with someone, as scattered bits of angry conversation echoed down the pathway.
I was trembling like a scared rabbit and my legs were weak as I collapsed on a nearby bench. It’s true that fear sharpens your senses - everything around me, trees, grass, streetlamps, looked like they were in ultrahigh definition, and smells and sounds jumped out at me with unusual clarity.
My mind had blanked out as I ran, but now all the consequences came crashing down on me. What if I’d been caught, he’d taken photos of me flashing, and I was blackmailed or exposed? Oh god, what if he knew me? I’d lose my job and what would my family and friends think? A shiver ran down my spine as I pondered the risks I’d taken and I swear if I’d been asked there and then to give up my errant alternative lifestyle and delete my tumblr and be a good girl for the rest of my life I’d probably have done it in a flash.
(Just FYI, reliving the moment is giving me actual jitters right now. I won’t be forgetting it for awhile)
As I calmed down and my heartbeat returned to normal, though, the panic loosened its grip on me and I took a deep breath and chuckled a little. After all, I reasoned, the risk of getting caught was part of the thrill and man, that was some thrill. I pulled my knees to my chest, scrunched myself up on the bench, gave myself a hard squeeze and as I released the stress flowed out of my body.
Cursing my bad luck made me feel much better, too. I decided not to let the unexpected intrusion ruin my night and I continued my walk keeping an eye out for a better location to give this adventure a happier ending.
This story’s not over yet.
(Just for fun, here’s the final shot the camera took! Macham horror film haha)
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