Exposed Ch. 13

Chapter 13 The End and Then Another Beginning

Summer was ending with winter fast approaching. The worst part about it was that I had finally let myself loose, fully embracing the activities that get me aroused, and now the warm weather was almost gone. My little performance on the playground made me want to have more; many more.

My desire to feel vulnerable, submissive, and exposed had been fulfilled all at the same time. I couldn't remember any other time when I had felt so completely aroused. My orgasms had always been so much more intense whenever I imagined myself outdoors being told to strip, and now it had become a reality. A reality that seemed to no longer have boundaries.

No longer did we need to be on vacation or away from home. I had stripped in a public place within a mile of our home and with other people around. The memory of it made me partially ashamed, but primarily very excited.

My husband had become the instrument that I wanted to dance to. And I wanted to dance all of the time. I imagine that this may be what a slave/master relationship is based upon i.e. mutual gratification.

My husband loved to see me strip to just my bra and panties outdoors, and I relished how it made me feel to be told to strip and then to comply. Every pore in my body prickles with anticipation as I write about this.

When I performed for him we were no longer a married couple with children. In my imagination I became his plaything and he became whatever person that I imagined him to be. In most cases it was either my date, someone that I am subservient to such as a boss, or someone that I had just met. In all cases he was a handsome man whose powers of persuasion or authority over me could and would get me out of my clothes.

I wanted to be controlled and he held the controller.

I needed to perform at least one more time before the cold weather arrived. As it happened the very next weekend gave us a chance to get away for a while as our daughters were busy with friends. I slipped on my khaki colored shirt dress that buttoned from top to bottom or depending on how you look at it, it unbuttoned from top to bottom. This dress had already become my "go to" outfit because it was so easy to show off in. Whenever I put it on before going out it was like setting off an alarm announcing that I wanted to perform. Taking my not so subtle hint my date grabbed his camera and off we went.

Not exactly knowing where to go as it was the middle of the day, we found ourselves at a park that we often passed when out and about. It contained a baseball field, two enclosed tennis courts, and multiple walking paths that transported you away from any prying eyes. Just knowing the possibilities that this park offered made me giddy. I was acting like a little girl on her first trip to Disney World. Only this Disney World was for adults only. As we drove into the parking lot I noticed a group of people playing softball. It looked to be a gathering of friends and/or family.

The path that we choose took us right past the baseball field. As I write about it now, I wonder if my date choose this path on purpose knowing that it would cause me some anxiety. It isn't too often that you see a woman in a dress with high heels on taking a walk in a park. As they all watched me stroll by I felt that each one of them knew why I was at the park and why I was wearing what I was wearing.

I have this habit of always wearing my khaki dress with the bottom buttons unbuttoned so it shows my legs almost like a mini skirt would. With each step the lower folds of the dress opened almost to my thighs. I became the center of attention as we passed the group of people which brought a flush of red to my cheeks.

As with many women I enjoy attention, but all of their stares made me embarrassed. I scolded myself for not keeping my dress buttoned at least until we were alone, but it was too late for that. And why didn't I think of wearing something other than heels. I felt almost like a hooker taking her john down the side alley to earn her pay.

My heart was pounding and my breathing consisted of taking large gulps of air in a futile attempt to calm myself down. The embarrassment and anticipation stayed with me on our entire walk. I could feel a light sheen of sweat forming on my brow as another kind of moisture formed between my legs.

The path ended in a wooded area right next to a small pond and marshy area. It had a wooden bench for people to sit on and enjoy the tranquility of the location. Only tranquil wasn't exactly what I was feeling.

My date knew immediately that I was on edge and decided to get my performance started before I had second thoughts.

Taking a hold of his camera (the real one, not the flesh one)he told me to unbutton the bottom buttons of my dress up to my navel. As is always the case, the moment I heard his suggestion my entire body started to tingle. Ever since our time at the playground ended I had been anxiously awaiting the next time. And now it was here.

I reached down to the hem of my dress starting with the lowest button that was buttoned.

Based upon how I wore it, it only took three more buttons to reveal my navel. I had put on the same red bra and string bikini panty that I had worn as a swimming suit while accompanying my husband on business in Arizona. I liked how it fit and wanted to wear something bright and vibrant for our date. As my bright red panty became exposed a delectable vibration started right between my legs.

Once my dress was apart I looked at my date. His eyes held a certain devilish glint and I knew that my performance was going to be a little bit different than before. I was instructed to step onto the seat of the park bench and to drape my legs on either side of the back rail. This was a twist that I hadn't expected. He and I both knew exactly what part of my anatomy would be making direct contact with the wooden rail. I stepped up onto the seat of the bench and leaned over gripping the rail with both hands. The wood was weathered but surprisingly smooth. Swinging my left leg over the back railing I gingerly lowered myself until my red silk covered crotch had made contact. The moment that my lower lips settled on the 2 inch wide wood a wonderfully exciting bolt of electricity went right up into my vagina. "Oh my God," I thought to myself. "This really feels good." Placing my right hand on the rail behind me I began a gentle rocking motion that made the wonderful tingling sensation increase exponentially. I was becoming pre orgasmic.

My position on the rail split the folds of my dress up to my navel completely baring my legs almost to my hips exposing the entire front of my red silk panties. "Click" I heard the camera shutter record my moment of self stimulation.

With each movement forward my panties would pull down in front exposing my trimmed mound. But I was oblivious to any and everything focusing completely on the erotic sensations coursing through my erogenous zone. My date stopped taking pictures and just watched me hump the park bench. I don't think that I could have brought myself to orgasm, but it sure felt fabulous to straddle the rail.

Knowing that any inhibitions that I may have had were now gone, he told me to step back down from the bench. With one more firm push of my crotch against the rail, I reluctantly stood back up on the seat swinging my free leg back around and stepped down from the bench.

As the folds of my dress settled back in place I heard him say, "Undo your dress."

I was in such a state of arousal that I just simply reached down to my remaining closed buttons and did as I was told. Unbuttoning the buttons that remained closed brought on a heightened awareness of my state of exposure. The feelings of helplessness and vulnerability that I relish so much had now arrived in full force. . My sexual personality took over bringing with it an overwhelming desire to act uninhibited and sexy. Without being told I took a hold of my open dress wrapping the ends around my right arm and pulled it away from my body. My bright red bra and panties were fully exposed and I was having a blast.

I sat back down on the bench feeling the worn wood on my bare legs and cheeks while still holding my dress away from my body. Luxuriating in the feel of cool air on my bare skin I could hear the sounds of the ball game being played not far away reminding me that we were not alone.

As the camera recorded my exposure I saw movement down the path.

I didn't exactly see anyone, but felt that someone had seen me and then quickly retreated from view before they interrupted our playtime. How considerate of them, wouldn't you say?

I felt no sense of anxiety making no effort to cover myself from the possibility of prying eyes.

I was in my submissive state of mind wanting only to please my date. And if he wanted me to pose for him with my bra and panties on display then that is what I needed to do, whether someone was watching or not.

I posed for picture after picture with a big smile on my face enjoying every minute of my required exposure.

Without further prompting I stood up with my dress still pulled behind my back while my rock hard nipples pushed out the fabric of my unconstructed silk bra. All my date had to do was to keep aiming and shooting. I was in my own little world wanting nothing more than to be his willing pinup while he took my photo.

I walked away from the path to a fallen tree that was lying on the ground. Placing a leg on either side I half stooped over the fallen tree keeping my dress pulled back. I then slowly raised and lowered myself as if I were having sex with it. Throwing my head back and closing my eyes, I stuck my tongue out of my mouth and acted as if I were in the midst of an orgasm.

I again apologize for the poor quality of the photos. I suspect that my date was too busy watching me perform as opposed to taking the time to focus the camera.

I was in such sexual bliss having completely surrendered to my inner vixen. If my date had suggested that I take my dress completely off, it would have been off before he finished his sentence.

In fact if he had asked me to go play baseball in my undies, I don't think that I would have refused. I was on such a sexual high. I was ready to perform anywhere and in front of anyone.

I wanted to do more, but when we had left our house, we knew that we only had an hour. Much to my disappointment we both realized that we needed to get home. And just like that my performance was over. It was total "performance interrruptus."

I would like to tell you that I left my dress completely unbuttoned when we walked back past the softball players, but my married, mother of two mind set had replaced my submissive one. I still received many looks because of my dress and heels, and I still thought about how exciting it would be to join their game in just my bra and panties. But that was just a fantasy.

Sadly I had to resolve to being a normal person again, if there really is such a thing for me.

The following weekends were rained out literally as we got into the fall weather.

I really didn't think that we would have any more opportunities as the weather had turned quite cool particularly at night. However on a Saturday in late October, we were invited to a neighbor's home for a 90's party. It was basically a themed Halloween party. I had spent my teens and twenties in the 90's and still had some of my favorite clothes from that era. Pulling out a couple of plastic bins from the back of our closet I found a blue patterned blouse with big shoulder pads, and a pair of black suede high heeled boots that went to my calves. "So that's where I put them," I thought as I took them out of the bin. Adding my black leather mini skirt to the ensemble brought back memories of our early dating patterns when I was often wearing just a bra and panties in the back seat of my husband's car. It made me wonder whether I might find myself in a similar situation after the party.

As my final touch I found an old pair of blue loop earrings, which I still wear today.

I was the hit of the party. I suspect it had more to do with how tight my skirt was than my transformation into a 90's vixen.

It was close to midnight when we left the party and we both were not quite ready to go home. It was one of those Indian summer type of nights that I treasure so much in late Fall. It seemed such a waste to not take some sort of advantage.

My date drove us to the same park where I had performed so admirably so many weeks before. Once we arrived he reached over wrapping his arms around me and literally pulled me off the seat towards him. I was almost laying across his lap when he unbuttoned the back button of my skirt and pulled the zipper down.

I was surprised at how aggressive he was, but certainly had no reason to complain. I either want to be told to strip or to be stripped when I am feeling frisky, and I was most certainly feeling frisky. I really don't have a preference as long as end up in just my scanties.

While I was trying to get into a little better position by kneeling on the front seat, he pulled the waist of my skirt down and off my bottom leaving me in a kneeling position with my skirt around my knees. My date had an uncontrollable urge to expose me, and he had accomplished just that in a few heartbeats i.e. my heartbeats.

Nothing about it surprised me. As I have written before, my husband, corporate executive, date, photographer, choreographer, handyman, painter, park guide, and sexual puppet master loves to see me in my panties; especially if I happen to be outdoors. What he loves even more is when I am wearing a pair of tiny nylon string bikini panties, of which I have two pair i.e. a leopard print and a royal blue pair. The blue pair coordinated perfectly with my blue blouse and earrings as well as with my outfit.

When he saw that I had them on, the look on his face told me that our romantic activities were not going to be confined to the inside of the car.

Off came my skirt and up went my blouse. I continued to just sit in the front seat and let him decide how much or how little I would be wearing. The state of my bare nipples made it quite obvious that I was enjoying his aggressive behavior.

When I thought that maybe I was wrong about having to take a walk in the park, my date reached around into the back seat and much to my surprise produced his camera. Tiny prickles of anxiety invaded all of my pores.

He grabbed the door handle and opened it saying, "Come on."

I hesitated realizing that other than when we were in Florida, this would be the first time that I would be leaving any layer of protective clothing behind. Before I had the chance to think twice he was already pulling my door open. The inside lights came on showing off my near nakedness. I slowly exited the car feeling the cold night air assault my bare legs. I heard the click of the door as it shut behind me leaving any sense of security behind.

I now was truly vulnerable and exposed with no chance to remedy my predicament. My body reacted to the contradicting emotions of panic and exhilaration. I was a bundle nerves as we got further and further away from the car believing that at any moment I would see the headlights of an approaching car. It was so much easier to abide by his wishes when I still had a dress or skirt to cover myself with should someone come along. This time I was being fully submissive to him, not quite sure whether I really wanted to comply.

My body on the other hand was reacting quite differently than my head. My nipples were so hard underneath my blouse that they absolutely throbbed with arousal. And that intimate place concealed within my royal blue nylon panties was fully opened, lubricated, and ready for business. The contradicting reactions between my head and body were almost overwhelming. As I have mentioned before, when I am extremely aroused, my mouth begins to water. With every step I found myself swallowing my saliva.

I was led into the tennis court where I was directed to pose using the tennis net as my prop. Placing my hands on top of the side pole I spread my legs slightly apart bending my upper torso forward. With my arms placed higher than my waist my blouse was pulled up to above my navel giving my voyeur photographer an unobstructed view of my bare right leg, lower abdomen, and the very tiny string side of my panties. My high heeled boots also did wonders for making my butt look high and tight.

I still hadn't come to grips with feeling so completely vulnerable, but at the same time my fantasy filled mind started to assert itself.

The park itself emptied out onto a well used street and despite the late hour cars were passing by with a high degree of regularity. I felt that every set of headlights was lighting me up for the drivers to see, although it is unlikely that they had any idea that a mother of two in her late 30's was just 100 feet away posing for pin up photos. As they say, perception is not aways reality.

Just the idea that I might be seen kept my own tiny headlights on high beam creating a most delectable pulsing down between my bare legs. The arousal that I had achieved while still in the car was magnified 100 fold as the effect of being outdoors barely clothed took me over. Despite a temperature in the high 40's I was toasty warm.

Suddenly without a word, my date left the tennis court closing the wire door behind him. I walked over to the chain link fence to see what he was doing. As I stood alone I found myself drawn to the fence. Once I got close enough I entwined my fingers inside the wire links pulling my nylon covered mound firmly against the metal. The cold of the metal went right through the thin nylon of my panties, making it feel as if I were naked.

It sent a shiver of ecstasy through me. I wanted to hump the fence while my date watched. I imagined myself stripped of my skirt and caged for a mysterious man with a camera. The pulsating inside of me increased making my bare skin oblivious to the feel of the metal and the cool night air.

As I have experienced before, I was becoming pre-orgasmic.

The look on my date's face told me that he might be having the same fantasy. I began to think about how I would react if another car drove into the park, pulling up to the tennis court, while shinning it's headlights directly on me. Imagining that I would be unable to see who or how many were enjoying my exposure was intoxicating. My entire body vibrated with sexual energy.

The feelings of vulnerability and exposure combined with the pulsating sexual energy coursing through me had become my aphrodisiac as well as my addiction. The conflicting feelings that I had experienced just a few minutes earlier had disappeared. The heightened sense of vulnerability that I felt was now my benchmark for the future. It seemed that the sexual high that I was feeling just couldn't be achieved any other way. I was becoming a slave to these experiences, wanting them to occur every day and when they did to never end.

It seems impossible, but somehow my rational mind came back into control, and I was able to come down from my high. But only to the point of realizing that, as is always the case, we had to get home.