After my secret trip to the mall I became fixated on that moment. I couldn’t stop picturing that guy’s eyes on me as i stood there completely exposed in the changing room. A complete stranger.
The adrenaline rush and excitement was almost addicting. I found my thoughts and fantasies turning to work.
I was back working in the out of state office when someone on Reddit dared me to go streaking after hours. I decided immediately I was going to do it. Since it wasn’t the home office the thrill was more fun.
The perks of being the boss were I could get myself situated earlier.
I waited until work was close to being done, then discreetly packed everything, went to my car early and dropped it off, then went back to the women’s bathroom and waited in the handicap stall as everyone went home. I texted my husband I would be working late.
I played games on my phone until it was 30 minutes after closing. I went to the door and peaked out into the hallway. Silence. Then walked to our office. Everyone had gone home. It was time.
I was so nervous.
I went back to the handicap stall and quickly peeled my dress off, unclipped my bra and dropped my thong. I hung it all up on the inside hook of the stall door. Then, barefoot, I walked back to the hallway door.
I set my Apple Watch to ten minutes and pressed start.
Then I just went for it, walking out into the open hallway.
Butt naked. At work. Where my employees had all been just moments earlier.
There was one camera around the left side so I went right, walking towards the elevator lobby. I went past the door to our office, darting across the windows quickly even though everyone was gone.
I made it to the elevators and sat down in the cloth chairs to wait for the ten minutes.
I started to relax.
My husband texted me about wanting to fool around on FaceTime when I got home on my watch.
I recorded a quick message that i was exhausted and maybe another night.
My mental state at this point was hard to explain. I’m finding these moments where I’m doing something wild seem to shut down the logic part of my brain. My heart pounds, I’m shaking…but I’m also so happy.
And I remained happy for seven minutes, until the elevator suddenly started up towards my floor.
Dear reader, I’ve never run so fast in my life. I cleared the corner just as the doors opened and slid to a halt.
The janitor was in the women’s bathroom. His cart was in the door. I heard low whistling behind me from whoever was on the elevator and quickly ran past the janitors cart and ran into the men’s bathroom. I just hoped the janitor wasn’t looking as I ran by.
I got into the handicap stall and locked the door, sitting on the toilet. A few moments later the bathroom door exploded open giving me a second heart attack.
The guy went straight to my stall, violently pulling on the handle. I think I almost blacked out from stress.
“Sorry.” The guy said. Then he went to the stall next to mine. I saw his pants hit the ground. Ladies and gentlemen, I don’t want to scar you with the sounds I heard…but it wasn’t good. The whole time I sat there completely naked, the ten minute countdown fully passed.
As I sat there, with a man I didn’t know, just a foot away from me butt naked, I found my fingers drifting between my legs. I slowly massaged myself while trying to drown out the sounds. It was weird.
Finally he left. I crept back to the door, saw the hallway was clear and raced into the stall. My clothes were gone. No longer on the hook. The janitor must have taken them.
I immediately started to hyperventilate. What the fuck was I going to do? Then I got weirdly very calm. I needed to go to the lost and found near the janitors closet.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12ahzqj/f_i_went_streaking_at_my_officeand_got_caught
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