The day was a typical hot summer day with a reported threat of rain as Sharon pulled her Ford Bronco Sport 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 Teva sandals, a pair of summer shorts and a tank top. She also wore a pair of Wayfarer sunglasses and as a disguise, a brunette wig to hide her blonde hair. 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 kicking off her sandals. 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 sandals 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 sandals 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 sandals. 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 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.
Very early the next morning…
It was 2:37 AM. The rain had long since ended and the returning sun had dried everything. Sharon stood just inside her house, looking out of the storm door. In front of her house the canopy of the tree on her front lawn and the shrubs directly in front of her house blocked the view of the neighbors across the street. Likewise, neither neighbor to her left or right had a clear view to the front of her house. It would be like she was invisible. Pulling her t-shirt over her head and tossing it aside, Sharon stepped outside the comfort of the AC into the hot and humid night and onto her front walk as naked as the day she was born. Sinking to her knees as far out into the open as she dared, she slowly and seductively slid her open hand across her engorged sex. Teasing her clit, she eased one, then two fingers past her swollen lips into herself, moaning quietly as she did. As much as she loved her toys, there was just something about using her hands and fingers that Sharon found particularly arousing. With her other hand she lifted a breast to her mouth, her tongue dancing across her stiff nipple.
Sharon imagined herself having the audacity the previous day to have done this inside the Target. She closed her eyes and imagined the scene. She was no longer just outside her front door. Instead she was in the store aisle, completely nude. She drove herself closer and closer to climax by envisioning getting caught by some pudgy housewife who grabbed her clothes and left her there butt naked. Sharon reached around, tickling her rosebud, then gasping leaned back using that hand to balance herself as her other hand vigorously masturbated her neatly-shaved mound. With another gasp she came, her juices flowing from her sex and puddling on the stone walkway. She crawled back to her front door and reached for the door handle. She stopped. Turning around, she looked out at her quiet neighborhood, bathed in darkness while it soundly slept to the chirp of crickets and the hum of AC units. She turned back to her house, looking through the storm door at her discarded t-shirt, the only clothes she had been wearing, lying in a heap on the floor. Sharon glanced over her shoulder back at her neighborhood. The night beckoned her and her nudity. Letting go of the door handle she turned away from her house and took a step, then another, down the walkway.
Who was she not to submit?