Chapter 1

Okay, I’m Anna and I’m your average girl, 21 years old, blonde, shoulder length hair, 165 cm tall and I weigh 55 Kg. My dress size is 6 and I have ‘A’ or ‘A+’ cup breasts that are quite firm with no sag. My nipples are on small and much darker areolae and are pencil eraser size and they get erect very easily. I’m an innie girl with a clit that seems to be permanently erect and sticking out between my labia. I have had laser hair removal for everywhere below my neck. I keep my body in good shape by exercising just about every other day and a few of my friends have told me that I have a cute, little baby face and cute little bubble butt.

Now that you have an image of the naked me in your brain let me tell you about where I live.

Fortunately for me, I live in a part of the country that has warm, sunny and dry weather for most of the year. If I didn’t live there I would have moved to somewhere where the weather is like that because I hate cold and wet weather.

I was lucky in that when I left home I managed to get a small apartment in a big block, and from both my large lounge and bedroom windows I can see the windows in the apartments across the street. The first thing that I did when I got the apartments was to get rid of all the curtains and blinds. I wanted to put on my own little reality show.

My Neighbours.

Just down the hallway live a couple that I have become good friends with, Jenna and Tommy. They are both slightly older than me and we hang out together at times. Not only are they aware of my kink, they encourage me and sometimes lookout for me when I am doing something risky. We have spent a few evenings drinking and thinking of places and ways that I can expose myself, some of which we have turned into reality.

Jenna tells me that she loves it when I go to their place and have wardrobe malfunctions in front of Tommy, she tells me that their lovemaking after I have gone is very rewarding.

Occasionally, Jenna insists that I got to the pub with her and Tommy, just for a drink and gossip, my skimpy attire attracting the attention of the odd guy or two. Jenna swears that she isn’t trying to fix me up with a guy.

Jenna and Tommy have thrown a couple of parties since I’ve been there and they invited me, probably trying to fix me up with one of their single guy friends. They organised a third party that was ‘different’ but I’ll tell you about that later.

At each of the 2 parties I went there wearing just a very skimpy dress and heels. One of the dresses was just an ultra short skirt and a narrow, baggy front. All the single guys there were hitting on me all the time and I rewarded them by leaning forwards quite a lot so that they got a great side view of my tits, or bending over, pretending that I had an itch foot.

When I danced with any of them I didn’t stop their wandering hands and I got fingered a few times.

The dress that I wore to the other party was a stretch tube with no straps or sleeves. I had to, well sometimes, keep pulling the hem down to cover my slit, front and back. The other thing that makes me proud of making it, is that it’s covered with a dozen or so of diagonal slits, all of which are around 15cm long. Because of the stretch fabric some of the slits stretch to around 4 cm wide.

I cut the slits all over the dress, front and back, and quite a bit of flesh is on display, even my butt, bald pubis and a fair bit of my tits. When I pull the fabric to my right, my left nipple gets exposed. When I pull the hem down my slit and sometimes my clit get exposed.

That dress also proved to be a hit with the guys.

I met 2 of my ‘friends with benefits’ guys at those parties. The others I met at pubs that I went to with Jenna and Tommy, my skimpy clothes acting as an invite for the guys to come and hit on me.

My clothes

I’m lucky in that I know how to use my sewing machine and I make most of my clothes. I hate trousers and shorts so I don’t own any. Nearly all my skirts and dresses are really short (except my work clothes which around mid-thigh) and most of my tops show the bulges where my nipples are because I stopped wearing average bras when I left my parents home to live on my own.

Having said that, I still have a few soft mesh bras and a couple of ‘strings only’ bras that I wear when I believe that women are expected to wear a bra.

The same applies to knickers. All I have is a couple of mesh G-strings and a few ‘strings only’ G-strings.

I also have a couple of bikinis that are minimalistic but could pass as a ‘standard’ bikini. They are made of ultra thin, unlined fabric that cling to every little curve of what little they cover. They also go quite sheer when they get wet.

I was feeling quite daring one evening and made one strings only bikini that is literally 2 strings that go over my shoulders and at the back they meet at my butt crack. Down the front, each string has a metal ring, the diameter being the same as my nipples. The metal rings obviously go over my nipples that keep the strings in place. The 2 strings meet at my slit where the are joined to another metal ring, same size, that goes over my clit, then a single string joins the back strings at a little dildo that fits nicely into my vagina.

It took some time getting the lengths if the strings right so that 3 rings press around my nipples and clit making them stick out quite nicely.

Unfortunately, I haven’t yet had the courage to wear this bikini out in public, but wearing it makes me dream about doing that.

I have made one bikini bottoms that has a lot more fabric in them, even covering a fair bit of my butt, I only wear it if I want to appear ultra decent.

I never get embarrassed, or tired of, men starting at my chest instead of my face when we are talking. Quite the reverse, when I notice men looking, my nipples and my clit tingle.

A lot of my tops are low-cut and, or, have deep arm holes that, at the right angle, show lots of my tits, even my nipples if the voyeur is lucky.

I love making clothes out of fabrics that are thin, light-weight and often diaphanous to some extent. I also love making clothes that easily give me wardrobe malfunctions, revealing parts of me that society believes should be covered up.

Having said that, I am amazed by the number of unobservant people there are around. Either that or it doesn’t register what they are seeing.

Years ago I discovered that I can get away with showing a lot of skin if I act as though I am dressed like a nun and act normally. I’ve also developed a bit of a skill at pretending to be be embarrassed when I have ‘accidental’ wardrobe malfunctions that leave my goodies on display.

Exercise.

In my Apartment I rarely wear any clothes and I have my yoga mat in front of my large lounge window which is also where I do my exercise routine, all totally naked.

So far I have spotted 3 voyeurs in windows in the block of apartments across the street that sometimes watch me working out and even just when I’m pottering about my apartment or when I’m laying on my bed, the bedroom also facing the block across the street. They may even watch me when I’m sleeping because the warm weather means that I can sleep totally naked with nothing covering me and I have a habit of sleeping with the lights on.

I have spotted one guy across the street that has a telescope that always seems to be pointing my way.

I’ve lost count of the number of times that I’ve been watched when I’m masturbating on my bed, often with me using some of my toys.

I often dream that there are dozens of voyeurs in the block opposite who watch me, but are clever enough to make themselves hidden from my view.

Better still, I often dream about me masturbating or being fucked in a very public place with lots of people watching.

Boyfriends.

I do not have, and do not want, a steady boyfriend in spite of Jenna and Tommy trying to pair me off with some of their friends. I’m worried that a boyfriend will cramp my style and spoil the fun that I am having. I’d really hate to have a guy get all jealous of my exposing myself. However, the idea of having a guy who deliberately ‘forces’ me to expose myself does appeal to me, but I have yet to find one of those.

Having said that, I have acquired a handful of guys who I describe as ‘friends with benefits’, and when I’m in the mood for a good fucking I’ll phone one of them, meet them at a pub or restaurant wearing a dress that is very revealing, have one or two wardrobe malfunctions to tease them, then bring them back to my place for a night of sex. I have never discussed my voyeurs across the street with any of these guys and none of them has raised the possibility of us being watched.

My Work 1.

I work in a small office and employees are expected to be smart and presentable. I believe that I am - just, but my blouses and skirts do tend to reveal what is under them if I sit carelessly or bend or twist in certain ways. Females are also expected to wear a bra, which I do, even though they have mesh or missing cups, the visible straps revealing that I am wearing one.

I’ve had a couple of guys at work hitting on me, usually after I have ‘accidentally’ let them see up my skirt or down my blouse, but I have always turned them down, me not wanting to mix work with pleasure.

I have lost count of the number of known ‘wardrobe malfunctions’ that I have had at work, and I’ve not had one complaint.

The Company Picnic

My bosses have a picnic for all their employees and their families each summer. It’s organised by a corporate events company so all the employees and families have to do is turn up.

The first one of these picnics that I went to was a bit boring, mainly aimed at the kids. We’d been told to dress casually but I took that to be ‘smart casual’ which to me meant no see-through clothes and no exposure, accidental or deliberate.

This years picnic was much more fun. The event was based at an outdoor activities centre on the outskirts of a little village in the middle of nowhere. A coach was laid on, and we were told that a crèche was organised for the kids. The adults were told to dress casually and expect to get dirty.

I was the only female to arrive wearing a skirt, A miniskirt, a floaty miniskirt at that. My top wasn’t as ‘robust’ as the ones the other girls were wearing as well. I chose to wear a cut-off gypsy top, and of course, no underwear. The boss who had organised the day look at me and asked,

“Have you got anything to change into Anna?”

“No, but it doesn’t matter if I get these clothes dirty.”

“You may wish to sit out of some of the challenges Anna.”

“No, I intend to prove that I am a team player Mr. Johnston.”

“We’ll see Anna. Onto the bus please.”

I got on, and by the time the bus moved off there must have been going on for 20 employees, most of them with partners, and half a dozen kids.

Understandably, there was a lot of gossip and speculation during the journey but things started to get a little clearer shortly after we arrived.

The kids were sent off to the crèche and all the adults were given a number. An activities centre guy (Andy) then explained that we would be split into teams for each activity, but before an activity started the teams would change. There would be a winning team for each activity and at the end there would be a winning individual, the person who had been in the most winning activity teams.

There would be no breaks between activities, except for waiting for other teams to complete the activity, but there would be drinks tables at the end of each activity.

After half the activities there would be a break for lunch where the kids would join the adults for the picnic.

We were then taken round the back of the building where we saw a field with the activities. That was when there was a few adverse comments and complaints, the activities being likened to an army assault course.

The boss quietened things down explaining that it was a fun day and that no one was expected to either push themselves to the limit, nor even take part if they didn’t want to. The objective was to work as a team to get the whole team through each activity.

It was at that point that a couple of larger lady employees announced that they were dropping out and they were followed by 2 others, each giving a reason that there was no reason to not believe that they were a valid reason.

The boss then handed control back to Andy and the boss came over to me and asked me if I had any clothes to change into that were more suitable for the activities. I told him the same thing that I’d said before getting on the coach to go there and the boss accepted that, but I did see a grin on his face.

As Andy called out the numbers of the people in each team. An assistant (Phil) wrote down each persons number against a team number.

As I stepped forward when my number was called, Andy looked me up and down and asked me if I wanted to skip the activity. Again I said not and I was handed a red sash (each team had different coloured sashes).

The first activity was 2 telegraph poles planted about 2 metres apart with flat, thick planks of wood between them, up to a height of around 2 metres. That challenge was to get all the team over the planks.

We all split into our teams and watched 3 other teams attempt the challenge. It quickly became obvious that knees and shoulders had to be stood on to get 2 people on top of the planks then, straddling the planks they would help the rest get up and over. I quickly realised that if I wasn’t the last to get pulled up, those on the ground would see up my skirt, but after I’d seen all the activities earlier, I just knew that it was going to be an ‘interesting’ day and that just about everyone of my colleagues would see my bare pussy and possibly my bare tits at least once.

That thought had both worried and excited me. Excited for the obvious reason, but worried me at the thought that one of my bosses might not be happy and sack me on the coming Monday.

Two guys in our team were soon sat on the top of the planks then Paul, the self appointed leader, shouted down for the girls, me and Tanya, to be helped up first. Tanya stepped onto a knee, put her arms up and was hauled up where she sat and swivelled round before lowering herself to the ground on the other side.

It was my turn and as soon as I was standing on the knee I heard Mike, who was going to go after me, say,

“Bloody hell, Anna isn’t wearing any knickers.”

That caused the guy, whose knee I was standing on, to wobble a bit and I lost my balance and fell to the ground in such a way that every one in my team, except Tanya, could see my bunched up skirt and bare pussy.

Not only my team, but Andy, his assistant and the teams who were waiting their turn.

Knowing that something like that was going to happen sooner or later, I quickly got to my feet, stepped onto the knee and reached up. Two hands grabbed mine and my bare butt was soon sitting on the edge of the top plank and shuffling myself round to be lowered down the other side.

Tanya was waiting for me and put her arms out to help me and I was soon on my feet on the ground, Tanya saying,

“I suspected that you were an exhibitionist a long time ago Anna, but I hear that you have just proved it.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but I didn’t know what, and thankfully, Tanya’s face went from a serious expression to a big grin before my brain had a chance to work out what to say. Tanya hugged me and led me a couple of metres away from the obstacle.

Tanya and I watched as the rest of our team were pulled up then were lowered down to complete the challenge.

We watched as the rest of the teams completed the challenge before everyone moved on to the next obstacle, handed in our sashes, were allocated to a new team and issued with a different coloured sash.

This second obstacle was a lot less physical and more to do with balance. Two ropes were stretched between 2 more telegraph poles. One rope about half a metres from the ground and the other around 2 metres from the ground. The challenge was to walk along the lower rope using the top rope for balance. Andy told us that if we fell off twice we didn’t have to try a third time.

Well, everyone was standing around watching as people tried their best, then fell off. The most amusing ones were the people who ended up with their feet pushing the bottom rope out to one side whilst still hanging on to the top rope before they had to let go and fall to the ground.

When the second team started, I watched the first success of the day, Rachael from Accounts walked almost normally along the bottom rope instead of having the rope under her insteps and shuffling along. Rachael got lots of applause when she touched the telegraph pole at the other end.

Only 3 people succeeded in staying on and I wasn’t one of them. When my body started going sideways, my feet were quite a bit apart and that is how landed on my back on the ground. Unsurprisingly, most people were gathering at each side of the ropes and around half of them must have seen my bare pussy when I landed on the ground and before I got to my feet and straightened my skirt.

The third obstacle also involved ropes, this time it was a huge cargo net laid flat on the ground and pegged down all along 2 sides. The objective was for all the members of each team to crawl under the net, from one end to the other, in the shortest time.

When it got around to my teams turn we dived down and started belly crawling. This set of team mates were all older than me and I was soon ahead of them. Two of my older colleague team mates came out from under the net after me, both with grins on their faces and I realised that they must have been seen up my skirt.

They both gave me a high five and congratulated me but I wasn’t sure if it was for beating them or giving them a great view.

The fourth obstacle looked dead easy, just a walk along 4 logs. However, the logs were wet and slippery and if you fell off a log you had to start that log again. I was one of the ones who didn’t fall off and no one got to see my pussy that time.

The fifth obstacle really got your arms aching. Each team member was lined up behind tractor tyres which we had to lift onto the tread then push over the other side, thus moving the tyre along the course. Hard work, but I held my own and didn’t end up last. Nor did I flash my bare butt or pussy – I think.

Then, thankfully, it was picnic time. In another area, blankets were spread out with hampers of food and drink on them, and the kids came out to join their parents.

I sat on a blanket that only had the unattached people there and we were soon talking about the hilarious moments of the day so far. The subject of me wearing a skirt soon got raised and I defended my attire by stating that no one had told me that trousers had to be worn, and that I didn’t own any anyway.

“You do realise that you have been flashing your intimate lady parts Anna?” Mike the trainee accountant asked.

Somehow, I managed to blush and I pleaded ignorance as I looked down my body to check that nothing was currently on display that shouldn’t be.

“Maybe you should drop out of some of the obstacles Anna.” Mary said.

“But that would show people that I’m not a team player, and I am.” I replied.

“So you don’t mind showing your lady parts Anna?” Mike asked.

“I didn’t say that, but a gentleman would avert his eyes when a lady gets into a compromising situation.” I replied.

“But you’re not wearing any knickers Anna.” Mike said.

“No, I can’t, medical reasons.” I lied.

“Quite a few of us have noticed that back at the office as well Anna.” Mary said, “you need to be more careful when you’re bending over.”

I looked at each of the guys around the blanket and all of them had knowing smiles on their faces and somehow I managed to blush a little, but the knowledge that those guys had seen my pussy at work made my pussy tingle some more, even though there was every chance that they’d seen it that morning as well.

“So you have a medical condition that stops you wearing knickers Anna,” Mike asked, “does that stop you wearing a bra as well?”

“No, I always wear a bra at work.”

“They must be flimsy ones Anna, we can see that your headlights are on full beam just about every day, just like they are right now.” Mike said.

“It’s not my fault” I started to say, but Mary interrupted me,

“Mike, leave poor Anna alone, she doesn’t get paid half of what you do so she probably can’t afford to buy lots of clothes.”

“How do you know what I get paid Mary?” Mike asked.

Thankfully, the conversation moved on from my clothing and what ‘accidentally’ gets displayed, and it wasn’t long before the kids were ushered back into the crèche and the adults were assembled and allocated new teams ready for the next obstacle.

The sixth obstacle was another cargo net, but this one was vertical and all the team had to do was climb up one side and go down the other side. However, the net was suspended from a pole high up so as soon as people started to climb it their movement made it move about, thus making it more difficult to climb.

After we’d watched a couple of teams struggle, James, one of the senior managers, decided that the light weight members of our team should climb up first so that the net wasn’t moving about so much. That meant that Carl and I were first up.

The holes in the net were quite far apart and my feet had to move quite a bit to get to the next step. It was only when I put my hand on the pole that I looked back down and saw James and another guy directly below me. The must have had a great view up my skirt.

I leaned over the pole and swung my legs up and over ready to go down the other side, but as my torso started to go down, my skirt, and my top, didn’t want to go as fast and as my torso and as I started to get level with James I realised that he was getting a great view of my bare legs right up to my stomach, and my tits.

I smiled at James and said that it was difficult to find the next step down because of the swaying net.”

“You can do it Anna,” James said, “show us.”

I didn’t know what he was referring to with those last 2 words but I ignored him and kept going.

The seventh obstacle was an easy one, but a wet one. There was this big drainage pipe, about 10 metres long and with a diameter of around one metre. The thing was, it was on a bit of a slope and water was being pumped into the top of it from a nearby stream. And it turned out to be quite slippery inside the pipe.

The challenge was to get all our team through the pipe from the bottom to the top.

It was hilarious watching the other teams starting then sliding backwards when someone lost traction. One team got everyone nearly to the top when the front person lost traction and slid back down, taking the rest of his team with him.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, the same happened to my team and when we were all in one big pile at the bottom, I realised that my wet skirt was stuck around my waist and another senior manager, Bob, had his head between my legs, his face right in front of my bare pussy.

“Oops.” I said as we started to get untangled, “sorry about that.”

“That’s okay Anna, these things happen.” Bob replied, but I saw that his face was all red.

I straightened my skirt and we all set off again. This time with more success, but another guy was following me and he must had had a great view of my pussy.

The eighth obstacle was hard work on my arms. It was some Monkey Bars and the challenge was to get each team member from one end to the other with at least one hand on the bars all of the time. If that didn’t happen then it was back to the start for that person.

It took to the second team’s attempt before people realised that other team members could support the hanging person by holding their legs and moving with them.

When it got to my turn, 2 male members of my team were quick to offer to hold me up so that I could complete the task. As soon as I took my weight on my arms, a pair of hands grabbed each of my thighs, and as we moved along their hands slowly slid higher and higher. By the time we got to the end of the bars I had the side of one hand pressing on my pussy and the thumb on my clit.

I was in no hurry to be lifted down.

The ninth obstacle was a Tug of War. Teams were selected and set against each of the other teams in turn. Our team decided that the heaviest members would be at the back which meant that I was at the front.

Once the pull was started everyone had their feet well apart trying to dig their heels in and leaning back. For me this meant that the front of the opposing team could see up my skirt. I don’t know if that contributed to us winning each pull.

The tenth, and final obstacle was a Water Slide on the same hill as the large pipe, and the water pumped had been moved from the pipe to the top of the slide. This obstacle was more for fun than a serious challenge. We had to get the whole team down the slide as quickly as possible, and it was again agreed that the lightest person should go first.

However, watching the first teams it became obvious that the whole team should go on one long snake, with me at the front.

Somehow. I managed to get ahead of the rest of the team, but as I looked back to see what had happened, I somehow managed to turn onto my stomach and my skirt that had been pushed up at the back, now got pushed up at the front as well. So did my gypsy top.

Just at I came to a halt at the bottom, the rest of my team arrived and we ended up in a big pile of bodies. As we untangled it became obvious that my team, and most of the spectators that were standing around at the bottom, were looking at the virtually naked me.

Again feigning embarrassment I quickly put my clothes back to where the were intended for, but they were all wet and clingy, my gypsy top clinging to every contour of my tits and was showing the contrasting, darker colour of my nipples and areolae which was quite inappropriate for a the works picnic, but there was nothing that I could do.

Thankfully, the organisers had provided towels and I managed to get most of the water out of my clothes, but, unlike most of the other employees, I had brought nothing to change in to.

Again, thankfully, it was still a warm day so there was no chance of catching a chill as everyone was assembled to hear the results. I wasn’t in enough winning teams to get awarded anything, but Mike later told me that I should have got an award for the most entertaining person there. I managed to fake some embarrassment again.

The coach journey back was filled with gossip and recollections of incidents and I was pleased that no one mentioned any of my wardrobe malfunctions.

My clothes had dried by the time we got back to the office.

I was also pleased that no one, apart from that Mike, mentioned any of my wardrobe malfunctions at work the next week, although I did notice a few knowing smiles from senior management and I wondered if those wardrobe malfunctions would get me a promotion or at least a good pay rise at the salary review time.

My neighbourhood.

Where shall I start? Okay, the neighbourhood is the suburb of a largish city.

Part of my keeping in shape routine includes jogging, and around once per week I can be seen jogging around the streets and the nearby park. I have 2 jogging outfits, both of which I made myself, both are made of very thin cotton fabric.

One is a very short tennis style dress that rises up when I raise my arms and reveals, to anyone who looks, that I am bottomless under the dress. The skirt part also bounces around when I’m jogging and I’m sure that the lower part of my butt becomes visible.

As I mentioned earlier, my small tits are quite firm so they don’t bounce up and down as I run, they just wobble a bit and my nipples get teased by the soft cotton which leads to them leading me along my route.

My other jogging outfit is a bit more daring. It’s an ultra short, skater design skirt that really does bounce around. The skirt is paired with a crop top that is only just long enough to cover my tits when I’m stood still. When I run it rides up and shows a lot of under-boob. If I leave it long enough it rides up over my nipples which then stop it from falling back down.

I’m truly amazed at the number of people who don’t see my exposed nipples. It’s usually the groups of young guys who see them and quickly tell their mates. When that happens I always smile and enjoy the crude comments as I run passed them.

If it’s a particularly hot morning or evening when I’m out jogging I often stop for a rest in the park and lay on the grass with my knees bent and my feet flat on the grass. knowing full well that anyone walking passed my feet will be able to see my bare pussy up my skirt. If I’m in the mood and it’s some young guys walking passed, I spread my feet enough for them to get a really good view of my pussy, me watching them through my sunglasses.