Indecent Exposure

A few days had passed since Rebecca had felt forced to respond to the series of messages on her phone. Whoever was doing this had a hold over her. It was clear they had images, and in all likelihood, a film of her masturbating in her garden and they were clearly intent on distributing it if she did not do as they asked.

Rebecca was at work. She had not received a message since being ordered to strip, shower and pleasure herself in the garden after her weekend run. A range of emotions had run though her mind since then. Anger, embarrassment, bewilderment and now a sense of frustration and disappointment that there had been no more contact.

At the reception desk of the law firm where she worked, her brunette hair was tied into a ponytail and as usual, she was dressed in a white blouse and black A-line skirt. Her phone buzzed and Rebbeca's heart skipped a beat as it had done pretty much every time she had received a message since the weekend. She opened her messages and immediately saw the latest communication was in caps. Her heart rate quickened as she opened it.

SEND ME A PHOTO OF THOSE SUPERB BREASTS OF YOURS.

What the fuck, she thought. i'm in work. Simply no. Rebecca's phone buzzed again

YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES.

A sense of panic swept over her. She checked her watch. It was 10.14am. She hurriedly signalled to a colleague to cover her and darted to the ladies bathroom. Rushing inside she ran into a cubicle, locking the door behind her. a check of her watch. 10.16am. She pulled her blouse out from the hem of her skirt and quickly undid a few buttons, a task made harder by her trembling fingers. She lifted the partially unbuttoned blouse over her head and quickly unclasped her bra tossing it to the floor with her blouse. She grabbed her phone from the shelf, opened the camera and switched the orientation to selfie mode. Without thinking she took the photo and pressed send. She checked her watch. 10.19am. Just in time. Awaiting a reply she opened the photo to look at it. Considering the rush, she had captured her tanned 36B breasts in a side-on view pretty well. Despite being in her late 40s, her breasts were still firm and her athletic, toned frame always made them seem larger than they were. She noticed how hard her nipples were and looked down, almost in embarrassment when her phone buzzed again.

GOOD GIRL. VERY OBEDIENT.

Rebecca put her phone down and knelt to pick up her clothes but another message arrived.

REMOVE YOUR KNICKERS AND SEND ME A PICTURE. NOW.

Her tight A-line skirt rested just above her knees with small slit at the back. To get to her underwear, Rebecca had no option but to remove her skirt first. She undid the zip on the right hand side and slid the skirt down her legs, stepping out of it as it dropped to the floor. She was again wearing a pair of the white high-cut knickers that matched her bra. Placing her thumbs inside the waistband, she pulled down her underwear and like she had done with the skirt, stepped out one leg at a time. Now completely naked aside from her black heels, Rebecca picked up her knickers in her left hand and using her right, took the picture as she had been told, and sent it. The reply came quickly.

GOOD. VERY GOOD. NOW GET DRESSED BUT...

A second message followed.

LEAVE YOUR KNICKERS OFF. AND I WILL KNOW IF YOU FAIL TO COMPLY.

Feeling she had no choice, Rebecca put her phone and knickers down, stepped into her skirt and eased it up to her waist. Retrieving her bra from the floor, she put it on, fastened the clasp and then took her blouse, placing each arm inside and buttoning it up. She tucked it into the waistband of her skirt and zipped up the latter. At least with this skirt, no-one would know she had nothing underneath, Rebecca thought to herself.

She took her knickers and scrunched them into as small a ball as possible in her hand and with her phone in the other, made her way back to the front desk. With her colleague relieved, and no-one watching she stuffed her knickers into her handbag on the shelf below the desktop, stood up and, adjusting the wisps of hair that fell each side of her face, went about the rest of the day.

As they day progressed, Rebbeca almost found herself enjoying the feeling of wearing no underwear too much. No-one would know, she knew that but the thought of her shaved pubic area exposed under her skirt she found very sexy. There were moments as well when she was sure she began to feel wet down there, none more so than when she had to escort three young lawyers in the lift up to the 35th floor of the building.

As the lift ascended, she allowed her mind to wander to the three of them groping her body whilst she was trapped in the lift, pulling at her blouse until buttons gave way and a hand under her skirt finding there was no obstruction to navigate. The ping of the lift as it arrived at its destination swiftly brought her back to reality.

Midway through the afternoon, she received another message.

TEXT ME YOUR FINISH TIME.

So, she thought, whoever was watching her was clearly not that close by. She replied confirming that she would be done at 5pm. Then, nothing.

5pm arrived and Rebecca went to her locker. Changing into her trainers for the journey home, she put her heels and handbag into her rucksack, crossed the lobby and walked outside. It was another hot, humid day and the irony of being knickerless was not lost on her. She started to walk to the tube when her phone buzzed. it was another series of messages.

YOU NEED TO BE MATCHING UNDER YOUR CLOTHES.

THATS HOW YOU LIKE IT, NO?

Rebecca was puzzled. Another message.

LOSE THE BRA. SEND A PHOTO. YOU HAVE 5 MINUTES.

How was she going to do this? It was rush hour and the streets were packed. She saw across the street the wine bar that from time she went into after work and fast walked inside, making her way to the ladies and locking the cubicle behind her. For the second time today, she untucked her blouse from her skirt and unbuttoned it, quickly removing it from her shoulders, then unclasped her bra and removed it from her torso. As before, she held her phone in one hand and took the photo of the bra dangling from the other and hit send, waiting for the reply.

GOOD. GET DRESSED. YOU CAN MAKE YOUR WAY HOME AND I WILL SEE YOU LATER.

Rebecca stuffed her bra into her rucksack and pulled on her blouse. Fastening the buttons, and tucking it into her skirt she checked herself in the mirror before moving back into the bar. The professional nature of her dress saw her relieved that the blouse was not transparent enough to see much but it was obvious her breasts were free and would be more so as she moved. Head down so not to make eye contact, she moved through the bar and made her way to the tube. She was conscious that this latest request had delayed her and she had to move at a quicker pace than she wanted, increasingly conscious of her breasts swaying as she did so. Keeping her head down, she made it to the tube, descended the stairs and waited in the busy platform, arms folded across her chest.

When the train arrived it was already crowded and Rebecca had to squeeze past a number of passengers to get on. She could not wait for the next train or it was a 90minute wait for her next train home. She was sure that as her breasts brushed past her fellow passengers, they would instantly know her predicament. As the train moved, for stability Rebecca had to reach up and grab a handrail above her head. This served to tighten her blouse around her body and she felt increasingly self-conscious as every jerk of the train caused her breasts to sway. She was sure she caught a couple of men staring at her and blushing, chose to look down at the floor.

The twenty minute tube ride seemed to take an eternity. The humidity combined with the overcrowding and her own nerves and embarrassment made her feel increasingly hot and she could feel her blouse beginning to cling to moistening skin. A bead of sweat ran down her neck and she felt it cross her collar bone, quickly followed by another, moving down into her cleavage. Still looking down, she could see her blouse becoming partially transparent as the sweat made contact with the fabric. The carriage had cleared but it was still standing room only and unfortunately, Rebecca was visible to more people. She could sense the eyes on her, roaming her sexy body. To horror, she felt her nipples harden uncontrollably and strain at the fabric of her blouse. It was obvious to everyone she was naked underneath and she noticed one younger lady telling her boyfriend to look away.

Finally the journey was over and Rebecca hurriedly ran from the train and made her way to platform where her train home was waiting. Fortunately there was a seat, and Rebecca was able sit down, fold her arms across her chest and relax.

The journey home was just under an hour and although someone sat opposite her, she felt comfortable and at ease, almost back in control. She even closed her eyes but could not get the lift scenario out of her head and felt herself getting wet as the many hands pulled at her clothes and she took a cock in her hand..... she bit her lip and then remembered where she was, suddenly opening her eyes and shaking her head to try and expel the images from her mind.

Reaching her station, she disembarked the train and walked along the platform. Her phone buzzed.

SHALL WE HAVE SOME FUN BECCA. I AM WATCHING YOU.

Only her close girl friends called her Becca. Who was this and where were they watching from?

CARRY ON WALKING HOME BUT UNDO THE TOP BUTTON ON YOUR BLOUSE.

Rebecca had six buttons on her white blouse and did as she was told. The walk home was around a mile and she folded her arms across her chest as she walked.

Her phone buzzed again.

UNFOLD YOUR ARMS BECCA AND FOR DOING THAT, UNDO THE NEXT BUTTON.

Rebecca did as instructed. You could now see her cleavage as she moved, her breasts swaying freely but showing no more than if she was wearing one if her bikini tops. Another few minutes passed.

NEXT BUTTON.

Now Becca had a the start of a problem. The third button was in line with her nipples and she was revealing more and more of body. She had also quickened her pace, desperately wanting to get home but this simply made her breasts sway even more. She was half-way home. Fortunately most people were walking from the station in the same direction but she could see a number of drivers give her a look as they went past. A third of a mile to go.

NEXT BUTTON.

This button was below her breast line and her blouse was now gaping open. She felt exposed and uncontrollably her nipples again hardened. A couple of teenage boys walked past smiling and pointing her out to one another. She turned the corner and could see her house 250m away.

NEXT BUTTON

Her blouse was now open to the down to the waistband of her skirt and Becca knew that her areola and nipples were occasionally on view as she almost walk-ran towards her door.

NEXT BUTTON

She now had to untuck her blouse from her skirt to access the final button, fully opening her blouse which kept beginning to fully part open in the light summer breeze. At times, her swaying breasts were now fully on show and she prayed noone else would be walking towards her. She got to her door and fumbled for her key in her rucksack.

LOSE THE BLOUSE.

Standing at her front door, key in hand and hoping on-one was watching, Becca eased her blouse over her shoulders. Naked in just her skirt and trainers, she opened her front door and went in.

INTO THE GARDEN. LET ME SEE IF YOU HAVE BEEN A GOOD GIRL.

Becca closed her front door, set her rucksack with the blouse on top down and went straight through her hall, into the kitchen. Her heart was racing as she opened the back door and descended the patio steps.

TAKE OFF YOUR SKIRT.

Becca now realised this was part of the test earlier in the day when she was ordered to remove her knickers. She was almost pleased that she had delivered her side of the deal (if there were two sides), as she unzipped her skirt and slid it down to ground.

She stood fully naked in her trainers and looked incredible from above. Unknown to her, the drone was taking in Becca's tanned, athletic body. Her ponytail had become more ruffled on the journey home with more wisps of her brunette hair framing her face. The exertions of the walk home gave a slight glisten to her skin as the camera focused down her neck, past her collarbone to her breasts which rose and fell as with Becca's breathing. Moving down. the focus was now on her toned stomach, faint tan lines above her hip bones, now between her legs to her shaved pubic area. Becca's phone buzzed.

DO YOU LIKE BEING LOOKED AT.

Becca replied without thinking 'Yes'. What had she just typed?!

YES MASTER came the instant reply.

I AM WATCHING YOU KNOW. LOOK UP.

Becca raised her head and saw the drone above her. Now things began to make sense but without knowing it, she was too deep now. She now sensed that whoever was controlling the drone was taking in every contour of her naked body as it lowered slowly and moved around her. She could make out the electronic noise as the focus of the camera zoomed in and out. She felt the tension in her nipples and could not help herself as her left hand moved up across her body and found her breast. The pace of her breathing increased and her breasts were now rising and falling in tune, she could feel the wetness down below.

Her phone was on the step but the next message was short enough to read on her watch on her right wrist.

DO IT.

Becca moved her right hand between her legs and sat down on the steps as she did so, wearing just her trainers she opened her legs wide giving the drone full view of her sex. She was already soaked and vigorously worked her clit with her right hand, pulling at her left breast with the other, head tilted, arching her back to point her breasts skyward. It did not take long, the biting of her bottom lip followed by a loud moan as she came quickly, not stopping for a moment as she continued searching for release which arrived with a short second orgasm moments later.

Becca collapsed and lay back on the concrete steps, the cold surface contrasting hard with her sweat soaked body as the drone moved away.