I’m not into men. Men however are always trying to get into me and I can’t walk 10 steps without some guy checking me out or some shit. I literally can’t catch a break. Every girl knows what I’m talking about. Even as a young teen I could expect my ass to get grabbed the moment it got crowded enough for some fuck to get away with it.
It’s only lately I’ve been trying to embrace it. Even if I want nothing to do with any swinging dick around me I’ve been enjoying teasing the hell out of every horny male within eye sight. That still left me with a problem. I wanted to explore my kinks but couldn’t find another women to try anything out with.
I wanted to be humiliated, forced, run around naked, the works. I wanted to be pushed but have control still if that makes sense.
So I went to reddit, had my inbox flooded, clicked with a guy (At least I’m 90% sure it’s a dude) and things picked up. We vibed enough and he had some pretty good ideas that were tamer than I wanted to do but called them, “warm ups.” To doing too much more.
Living in different time zones didn’t help either. For now I figured I’ll settle for this guy until someone better, preferably a women I like comes along. First task? walk to the elevator of my apartment complex nude, get dressed (Cameras are in the elevator and only a few other places), ride it down stairs, check my mail, go to the stairs, strip and edge on every floor.
It was past midnight and I was pretty sure even the security guard was probably out by now leaving the cameras going. It was exciting but at the same time, I wanted to be pushed further. I didn’t want to get caught on cam though.
I had just a long shirt in hand, opened the door to my hall and looked both ways. It was quiet. My heart was beating hard. I had on little flats and took a step out with my phone and keys in hand. Took a deep breath and walked out, locking my door behind me.
Here I was, naked. Anyone could walk out right now and see me. I was proud of my small tits and my ass and worked hard to have a toned body so no doubt they would be drooling as I walked by. That was all I could think of. A neighbor coming out for some stupid reason and seeing me like this. They would know how I looked naked every time I saw them and it seemed like mostly men lived here.
I double checked for cameras at the elevator and saw none so I kept my shirt off, hit the button and waited. Watching the numbers come up to my floor.
2nd… 3rd… 4th…
It stopped…
5th… 6th…
My heart was beating out of my chest. Any moment the doors would open up and whoever was inside was about to get a good view of my birthday attire and I froze. I couldn’t move. All I could do was watch in horrors holding my belongings in my hands tighter at my sides as the *Ding* sounded and the doors opened.
No one was inside.
I sighed relief. Put on my shirt and walked in. I had to lower my shoulders and try to pull my shirt down, I forgot how short it was, I just grabbed one thinking it would be long enough but didn’t check. If I slouched just a bit and kept my shoulders really low, it went mid thigh. Standing up straight meant my shaved coochie was on full display.
I took a deep breath and hit the 1st floor. I couldn’t help but grab my tits and play with them a bit, I was so horny I needed to do something to feel some kind of relief. Passing the 3rd floor I reached and played with my cunt a moment, I was dripping.
Pretty sure even keeping my shirt as low as I could, anyone paying half attention would know how wet I was. Taking a deep breath I tried to fix myself and watched the doors open to the bottom floor. Cool air hitting me, feeling that breeze rush over my naked pussy really made me feel exposed.
Thankfully no one was there to see me, I kind of wish there had been but… I took a step out. There were more cameras on the lower floor and those watching the mail boxes. Standing a moment, I had to breath to try and get my beating heart under control. I swear anyone could have just walked up to me and had their way with me if they wanted at this point.
Few breaths and calming down later I walked to the mail boxes, grabbed my things, walked back and pretended to drop my keys. Bending over to give the camera a great look at my fully exposed ass.
These aren’t great cameras, sorry boys. These old black and white security systems are what the guards get and it’s not high definition. So I doubt whoever was on watch could really tell if I had on yoga pants or nothing at all.
It was still a rush. Knowing that my pussy was now on whatever recording they had. The moment I got in the stairs I stopped and breathed some more, feeling a little bit better, I took off my shirt. No one used the stairs. I was pretty sure this would be easier, moving up a floor, leaning against the door and rubbing my pussy, getting wetter and more turned on every time. By the 5th floor I could barely touch it without almost cumming on the spot.
I was a mess. A horny as fuck mess and lonely.
Reaching my floor I held my breath when I peaked my head out. No camera, didn’t hear anyone. With a sigh of relief I tip toed through the hall. I know it’s late and no one was going to see me but the thrill, the risk was still there. The thought of knowing a neighbor saw me like this was embarrassing.
When I finally made it back in my apartment, I told him a bit what happened, was told to go cum and sleep. The audacity of him telling me to do that kind of pissed me off.
I was about to when the phone rang. It was the guard asking if I had just gone down to check my mail and flat out asked if I was wearing pants. My heart pounded. I said I was wearing shorts that were just really small. He said okay and hung up. How detailed was the cameras? I now wondered if they got better ones but now I was really nervous about it all.
I went to bed, came hard and fell asleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qkpqrz/i_felt_i_could_trust_him_pt_1