Stacy Strips

Author's Note: This story takes place before the events of A New Freedom. You don't need to have read any of those chapters to follow along here. This is Stacy's full story from Chapter 3. Enjoy!

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It was a bleak day in the coastal town Stacy called home. A rare inverse of the typically perfect weather the town was graced with. As she sat under the harsh florescent lights in the office building where she worked she felt herself being dragged into a lifeless haze by the gloomy weather outside and the drab office walls surrounding her. The quiet hum of the building's air conditioning acting more like white noise lulled her to a feeling of sleepiness.

The 5'5 dark haired beauty didn't look intimidating but she had a vivacious way of living that certainly caught people's attention in a hurry. Her bubbly personality came with an extremely flirtatious nature that often times could lead her and her friends into to trouble. But life was more fun when you follow an impulse.

Stacy sighed and rose from her desk to walk to the nearby window. As she looked out upon the dreary day and semi-filled parking lot in front of her rain drops began to cascade down from the sky, almost as if on cue to make her day seem even more glum.

"What a miserable day," Stacy groaned. She turned and headed back to her desk.

Time trudged ahead slowly and while it felt like it took an eternity the end of the work day finally arrived. Stacy excitedly packed her bag and headed for the exit as quickly as possible. She was not about to spend another minute locked in this prison if she could help it. She needed to be free.

Pausing at the front door of the building she looked out on the rain soaked lot before her. She hadn't brought an umbrella and she was not going to even consider waiting out the rain from here.

She pushed open the door and made a dash through the parking lot. The rain never let up and by the time she reached her car she was drenched. She unlocked her car and quickly ducked inside.

"Picked a helluva day to skip a bra," she laughed to herself as she looked down at her hard nipples poking against the thin material of her now soaked blouse. "Oh well, can't do anything about it now!"

As she started her car she noticed Blake from the sales team sitting his and looking her way, equally soaked. Blake had always been interested in her and wasn't very good at hiding it. Stacy had caught him staring at her frequently but, to be fair, she did have a tendency of showing off her assets when she needed a favor from him. His eyes would immediately lock in on any bit of exposed flesh and she would always make sure to lean forward to give him a better view of her cleavage. To be perfectly honest she did it just as much for herself as she did for him. She liked showing off.

He probably enjoyed watching run through the parking lot, her wet clothes hugging her body as her tits bounced underneath the clingy material.

And that's when a dirty thought popped into her head.

From his vantage point he could barely see her behind the dashboard of her car. He could only really see the upper part of her chest up to the top of her head. So Stacy pretended to have not noticed Blake looking her way. She brought her hands to her breasts, lightly cupping them as if she were trying to warm up. Then subtlety her fingers moved across her nipples. Stacy shuddered as she teased the hard nubs through her shirt. After a moment of this she gave the wet and clingy material a tug, pulling it away from her body. She took a quick peek around the lot then began unbuttoning her blouse. One after another she slowly worked them. Finally when she was done Stacy grabbed the separate ends of the blouse and began fanning with them like she was airing herself out, exposing her breasts completely to anyone near enough to see inside. Poor Blake though would have to settle for the obscured view.

Stacy let go of the blouse and brought her hands back to her nipples, rubbing them gently, letting out an audible moan. She continued this for a few seconds more then looked around the lot. She pretended to be shocked to see Blake looking her way. She feigned embarrassment before putting a finger to her lips as if to say, "this is our little secret."

Stacy put the car in drive and pulled out of the lot, giving Blake a wave as she passed him. She didn't even bother to button up the blouse as it hung loosely over her breasts. She giggled thinking about how foggy the glass in his car was and wondered just how hard she had made him.

A few minutes later she pulled into the parking lot of her local gym. Much to her surprise the place looked very crowded today despite the weather. Stacy combed the lot looking for anywhere close to the door to park but struck out and settled for a space near the back.

She unbuckled the seat belt and turned to reach into the back seat for her gym bag. As she did so her breasts spilled out of her still unbuttoned blouse.

That'd be a helluva look. Entering the gym soaked and tits out.

Stacy quickly made herself presentable and shut off the engine. Condemned to another rain soaked run she took a deep breath and opened the driver side door. In a flash she was off racing to the front doors of the gym, getting drenched again as she splashed through the rain and puddles along the way. Once she was under the safety of the awning covering the front entrance she paused to catch her breath and try in vain to shake off the water that clung to her. Stacy bounced about, not paying attention to anything or anyone around her. When she did finally turn towards the front door she spotted a man seated behind the front desk watching her with an amused look on his face.

She knew almost everyone who worked here but somehow had never seen him before. He was roughly the same age as her, with dark closely cropped hair and a 5 o'clock shadow beginning to creep in on his very handsome face. She could tell from here he clearly used the gym as well. A guard or something based on his apparel. He wasn't dressed in the typical gym attire worn by the other employees here.

Stacy smiled politely at him as she made her way through the door. As she approached the front desk she was very aware her nipples were hard and showing prominently through the material of wet shirt. Her areola were almost visible through the semi-transparent fabric.

"Hi there, lots of people here today. Must be keeping you busy," Stacy greeted the man.

"Oh, um, yeah lots of things to pay attention to today," he said sheepishly as his eyes alternated between hers and her chest.

"I'm Stacy," she said extending a hand to the handsome stranger.

"I'm Ben," he said extending his hand to shake hers.

"Nice to meet you. Are you new here? I don't remember ever seeing you around. I feel like I would have noticed you," she asked in a flirty tone.

"Nice to meet you. And no, I've actually been with the gym a while. I tend to work more in the morning but have been working the afternoon and evening shifts lately."

"Oh, I haven't been here in the evenings. I usually just try to knock it out right after work," Stacy said motioning to her wet office clothes and prompting another glance at her chest from Ben.

"I like the evenings here. Once 8:00 hits you could have your run of the place," Ben said with a smile.

"Hm, I'll keep that in mind," Stacy said as she gave him a wink and started towards the women's lockers with a little more wiggle in her step than before. She didn't look back but she'd have bet money that Ben was watching her ass as she left.

Stacy walked through the dividing doors and into the larger gym. The first thing she realized was just how loud it was in here today. The cacophony of weights clanging together, people's conversations and loud music were almost deafening. She navigated the crowded gym, almost being knocked over several times by men not paying attention to their surroundings and some intentionally bumping into her trying to cop a feel. Finally she entered the women's lockers. But it was no better in there as she moved through the sea of women before finding her space to change.

Stacy opened the locker and began unbuttoning her still very damp blouse and hanging it in the locker. She snagged her workout bra and pulled it into place over her full D Cups. Next she grabbed her tank top and slipped it over her head.

She sat on the bench and slipped off her water logged high heels, tossing them into the locker. Then stood back up and unbuttoned the fly of her pants. Hooking her thumbs into the waist of her pants and thong she pulled them both down at the same time, stopping only to unhook the clingy pants from her ankles. As she hung those to dry in her locker she became vaguely aware of the looks she was receiving from some of the other women. Stacy wasn't phased. In fact she always loved letting her bubble butt and trimmed pussy be so flagrantly on display while her tits were demurely tucked away behind a shirt. She frequently would walk through her own home this way doing innocuous things. It was always a sure fire way to get her ex's attention and before long he would be right behind her, pressing his rapidly hardening cock against her bare ass.

Here though, she was receiving a far less positive reception. She grabbed her dry underwear and workout shorts from her bag and slipped those on. Followed by socks and gym shoes. She put her hair in a tight bun and exited the lockers as the women quickly started talking about her in hushed tones.

Stacy went about her usual routine, as best she could anyway. Walking from machine to machine she was met with frustration each time as the equipment was either being used or left in a disgusting state with someone else's sweat covering it. She did what she could but ultimately the headache was too much and after 20 minutes decided to throw in the towel. She thought briefly about swimming laps but if the main gym was this bad she wasn't even going to attempt to try the pool. Defeated, she began walking to the lockers to grab her work clothes.

As she was heading that way Ben was walking through the gym and headed in her direction. At first he didn't see her as his eyes scanned the large room but when they settled on her his demeanor changed from stoic and serious to almost shy. After an awful attempt at a workout it was enough to make her break into a smile and lift her spirits.

"Done already?" he asked.

"I think so," Stacy said with a sigh. "All the equipment I use has a line or gym bro sweat all over and I'm not feeling very patient."

"Oh yikes. Well I'll definitely make sure the members are being more courteous and cleaning up after themselves. I'm telling you though, you should think about coming later in the evening. Once we hit 8:00 this place is a ghost town and you could do practically anything you want here," he urged.

Stacy considered his words for a moment and decided to give it a shot.

"You know what? I think that sounds perfect. I'll be back in a few hours. Let's see what I can get away with when no one's here." Stacy gave him a wink as the words left her mouth.

"Ok great, I'll see you then."

"See you!"

Stacy returned to the lockers to retrieve her gear and her keys, not bothering to change back into her water logged clothes. As she approached the front doors she was relieved to see the rain had stopped and she could casually walk to her car instead of sprinting between raindrops.

When she returned a few short hours later she had to admit Ben was right. The parking lot was nearly empty and inside the gym was almost silent except for the sounds of the equipment being used by the far fewer gym goers who were scattered about. Even that noise was considerably more subdued than it was just a few hours earlier. She made her way through her typical routine seamlessly. When she was done Stacy went to the women's lockers to change into her bathing suit so she could finish her day with a swim.

The contrast was night and day from her last visit to the women's lockers as well. As she opened the door she was met with silence and she knew immediately the room was totally empty. Gone were the frumpy women who gave her sideways glances and muttering to themselves. Now she could walk freely to her locker without bumping into anyone.

She made her way through the empty space and found her locker, slipping her tank top off followed immediately by her sports bra. She casually hung the discarded articles in her locker then slipped off her shoes and socks next, leaving them lying on the locker floor. Finally she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her workout shorts and underwear and slide them down her toned thighs. As she stepped out of them she felt of a rush of excitement. She stood in silence for a moment looking around the desolate space before finally grabbing the rest of her discarded clothes and putting them away as well.

Just a few hours ago she would have been getting mean looks for gallivanting naked in the lockers and surely giving someone a prime look at her goods doubled over at the waist. She would have nothing left to hide. Her nipples hardened at the thought as she grabbed her bathing suit from her bag. There was something so dirty about this whole experience so Stacy didn't slip it on immediately. Instead she walked nude to the showers to rinse off the sweat from her workout. After a quick rinse she stopped in front of the mirrors to appraise her glossy body for a moment. Her body was fit, albeit it a little bit soft in some spots. Her full breasts stood proudly from her body, with light pink nipples topping off her milky globes. Her tummy was toned and her hips flared nicely leading to her thin landing strip of short dark curls atop her pussy. She turned to look at her shapely ass in the mirror. The water from the shower giving it a sexy shine under the florescent lights. She did a small wiggle in the mirror and reluctantly pulled on her suit to head to the pool.

Stacy was met with the familiar emptiness the rest of the gym held as she exited the lockers. The water of the pool was mostly still, like a lake at night, with the only noticeable movement coming from the filters. She let the door click shut behind her and the sound echoed off the cavernous brick walls before fading back to the serenity she had just discovered. Stacy walked along the cool tiles to the edge of the pool and dipped a toe in briefly before she climbed down the ladder into the warm water. She began with some leisurely paced laps along the length of the pool before upping the tempo.

Stacy always enjoyed swimming but the pool was usually so crowded she couldn't get in much of a workout. Now she could practically do whatever she wanted. If things stayed like this she would have to spend more time here.

For the next half hour Stacy steadily moved through the water. Her form was far from perfect but she pushed herself hard working every muscle with each stroke and kick. As she reached the far wall and came up for air she grabbed the sides of the pool, suddenly realizing she was quite tired as she steadied herself along the edge. Stacy decided that was enough for one evening. She made her way to the ladder and pulled herself out of the water. Stacy grabbed a towel from the nearby rack and sighed contently as she started drying herself off. Ben was right and this was actually much nicer. With no one here it would open up a lot of possibilities for her workouts. She'd never had this kind of freedom here before. Just like in the locker room.

Stacy moved to the small bench along the wall and took a seat.

The locker room...

As she continued to dry off she looked around the empty room suddenly felt a wicked urge. There was no one in here but her. Just like there was no one in the locker room earlier. So no one would mind if she took off her suit and little early. She looked around the empty room and felt a tingle of excitement. Could she really do it? She watched the locker doors and the small employees only changing room intently, looking for any sign the spell would be broken and someone would walk into the pool forcing her to maintain her decency. But it never came.

Her nerves were on fire. Silently Stacy willed herself to test the waters. Slowly her hand moved to her left shoulder. Her fingers slid under the stretchy material, grasping the strap. She scanned the room one last time and took a deep breath. Slowly she began to slide the strap over her shoulder, careful to leave the cup in place over breast. The room was still and the only noise was her breathing and the soft murmur of the pool filter. She hesitated only briefly then moved her hand to the strap on her right shoulder now. She worked the material down her shoulder, stopping just as she had with the other strap and leaving the majority of her chest still covered. Her nipples were rock hard and pushing against the thin material. She knew it was partially from the water and partially from what she was about to do next.

Before she could allow herself to chicken out she grasped the upper edge of her suit and with both hands abruptly yanked the material down to her torso, revealing her breasts to the empty room. Her body was vibrating with excitement. At any moment someone could walk through the door and see her sitting on the bench, tits out as she absentmindedly dried her hair with the towel. A part of her wanted it to happen. She imagined Ben suddenly walking through the employees entrance wearing his trunks. He'd walk to the edge of the pool, ready to dive in before he'd notice her sitting on the bench. She could imagine his trunks tenting out in front of him as he silently watched her. Her hands drifted to her nipples and she gave them a pinch, immediately sending a shiver down her body she felt between her legs and bringing her back to reality.

If only...

Stacy sighed. She took one last look around the empty pool and rose to her feet. The straps of her suit were still bunched at her waist leaving her firm breasts standing proudly on display.

She walked along the cool tile feeling her breasts sway with each step. As she neared the door to the women's lockers she paused. With only two feet between herself and the door she pushed the suit down past her hips, exposing her pussy and ass instantly. The suit plopped to the ground and she effortlessly stepped out of it with her left foot and used her right to kick it up into her hands.

Stacy turned to face the empty pool for a moment, as if displaying herself to the nonexistent swimmers then exited to the lockers. The door closed behind her and she leaned against it with a contented smile on her face.

She made her way over to her locker to dress, reveling in the thrill of having just stood naked at the very public pool. As she set her towel on the bench and sat down to dress her hands drifted across her breasts and trailed down between her thighs. She ran her fingers along the edge of her folds, feeling their wetness. She fought the urge to play with herself.

I can't believe I just did that. I am so fucking wet, God that was hot.

Stacy glanced back at the door to the pool. Leaving her suit and towel where they were, she stood up and walked back to the pool. When she reached the door she grasped the handle and without hesitation pulled it wide open. Still nude she stepped back out onto the deck. Her body was on fire and she couldn't explain the boldness that had just come over her. She stretched her arms away from her body and stood in the empty room before quietly slipping back into the women's lockers.

Stacy was riding high in the rush of adrenaline as she walked back to her locker. And she wanted more. She hadn't brought a change of clothes so she slipped on her thong and then her workout shorts again then reached for her workout bra but stopped herself.

I really ought to thank Ben for the suggestion...

Stacy grabbed the workout bra and tossed it next to the bathing suit in her bag. The she slipped the tank top over her bare chest. She grabbed her bag and closed the locker. As she walked to the exit she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her nipples were still hard and poking against the material but what really caught her eye was the loose arm holes of her tank top. If she bent the wrong way, or maybe right way, she'd be showing off a lot more than just some side boob. She smiled and shrugged then left the lockers.

As she neared the front desk she saw Ben sitting there, spacing out watching the TV in front of him.

"Hey thank you for the heads up, you were right!" she said cheerfully to the man.

He looked up from the monitor and opened his mouth to respond but his jaw just hung there when he saw her state of dress. Ben's eyes moved quickly to her hard nipples pushing against the cotton fabric before meeting her eyes again. Stacy could tell he was trying his damnedest to not make it obvious he wanted another glance. And that excited her even more.

"Yeah, um, you're very welcome! Happy to see you again. I mean here again. Think you'll be a regular in the evenings?" he asked as he struggled to maintain his composure.

The adrenaline from the pool was still coursing through Stacy and she couldn't help herself now.

"Oh absolutely. I mean look at this!" she said gesturing widely to the open gym. Her dramatic movement caused her tank top to bounce away from her chest and fall into place just off her left boob, exposing the nipple to Ben. She pretended she had no idea as she rested for a moment against the counter. Ben's eyes went wide at the unexpected show.

"This is fantastic. I'll be here practically every night now. A girl could do whatever she wants with this kinda space," she said with a smile.

Ben could only nod in agreement.

"But as for tonight I should probably wrap things up. You have a good night. Don't work too hard!"

She leaned away from the counter and her shirt fell into place. Ben struggled to find his words but eventually said goodnight as well as Stacy made her way to the front door. She definitely was going to be a regular in the evenings now.

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The next night Stacy returned at the same time and once again found the parking lot was nearly empty. Stacy stood next to her car looking at the building silently hoping there would be no one using the pool again. As she walked in the front door she spotted Ben sitting behind the desk again. He looked up and her and smiled widely as soon as he recognized her, followed by a slight reddening of his face. Stacy knew he was thinking about her little show last night and smiled widely back at him as her pulse quickened.

"Perfect night for a workout," she greeted him.

"Sure is. You've practically got your run of the place again," he said warmly.

"Love it," Stacy said as the wheels began turning in her head. She looked around the gym space. Off by the free weights was a younger guy she didn't recognize. And over on the treadmills was the only other person present, a middle aged man steadily jogging as he watched the television on the wall. Stacy tried her best to not let her face reveal how excited she was.

"Well, I'm off. See you later!" she said practically skipping towards the lockers.

Just like yesterday she was met with silence when she entered the lockers. Stacy could hardly contain her excitement as she found her locker she set down her gym bag. Without a second though she began stripping off her work clothes and placing them in the locker one by one. In a moment she was completely naked in the empty room. She walked to the edge of her row of lockers and twirled around the vacant space before dressing and heading back out to the main gym.

Just like the previous night Stacy was able to go about her usual routine, moving from one set of equipment to another. Her heart raced from both the exercise and the anticipation building inside her. As she finished her last rep and replaced the free weights she was using she had to force herself to take a slow and steady breath. No one else had arrived while she was out here doing her sets. Unless someone was already in the pool she was in the clear. As she walked to the lockers she glanced over at the front desk and saw Ben watching something on his desk. The other gym goers were ignorant to her activities.

A million thoughts swirled in her brain as reached the door of the lockers. She quietly pushed open the door and crossed the threshold to the other side. When the door closed behind her she stood silently for a moment, listening for any movement. The only noise in the empty room was the gentle humming of the building's AC unit. Satisfied, Stacy quickly grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it up over her head, followed quickly by her sweaty sports bra.

For just a moment she stood by the door topless, almost daring someone to spot her. The cool air on her hot, sweat covered skin, giving her goosebumps and making her nipples erect.

Stacy found her way back to her locker and quickly finished stripping down. She stood there completely naked now for the second time this evening but knew it wouldn't be the last. She grabbed her suit from the bag before padding quietly to the showers to rinse off the sweat from her workout. As she stood under the spray of the shower she glanced in the direction of the door to the pool. It was almost calling to her. She wanted to walk out naked like she did last night. She wanted to act like she had no idea she was naked and it was the most natural thing in the world to walk the gym without a stitch to cover her. She ran her hands over her breasts and down her body.

But a nagging voice in her head told her to play it safe. Just because she got away with it last night didn't me she could tonight. Be smart. She shut off the water and begrudgingly pulled on her suit and walked to the door for the pool.

As she opened the door she simultaneously felt relief and disappointment. Just as it was last night the pool was empty. She could do whatever she wanted. But at the same time she realized she could have skipped the suit altogether.

Stacy walked to the edge of the pool and eased into the warm water to begin her laps. When she finished she floated on her back towards the middle of the water, enjoying the peace and quiet while she caught her breath again. Stacy floated like this for nearly ten minutes, totally lost in thought. Her mind would flutter from thoughts about work, to her friends and their plans, to Ben. Then, finally, to stripping off the clingy bathing suit and throwing it across the room in a heap.

Stacy opened her eyes and looked around the vacant room. She stopped floating on her back and swam to a more shallow part of the pool allowing her feet to touch the bottom, her head and neck the only parts above the water line.

No one was here. No one had been here. And most likely no one would be here but her.

Fuck it.

In one fluid movement she grasped the straps of her bathing suit and pulled them down her shoulders all the way down to her hips, revealing her breasts below the water line. Stacy stood watching the doors. Still nothing. This was it now. Before she could second guess herself she pushed her body up above the water line, exposing her breasts briefly, and arched as she dove back under. As she propelled through the water her hands grasped the material at her waist and pulled down. The suit was bunched midway down her thighs for a brief moment but as she kicked her legs the suit slipped lower and lower. Finally as it reached her calves she broke the surface of the water further into the shallow end. Quickly she reached down and finished removing the suit. She pulled it up out of the water and tossed it as far as she could out of the pool. It landed on the deck with a flop.

She had done it. A broad smile spread across her face as Stacy pushed back towards the middle of the pool now totally naked. She leisurely swam, enjoying the sensation of the water caressing her fully exposed flesh. She did another lap, periodically rising up out of the water exposing her breasts before diving under and giving as unobstructed view of her ass to the imaginary onlookers. She felt like a water nymph splashing about playfully in her own pond.

She floated on her back and stretched her arms away from her body letting the water ripple over her like a small tide, tickling her skin as it cascaded over every inch of her. She felt the cool air across the peaks of her breasts as the they poked above the surface now, topped by her hard nubs. She was in heaven

It dawned on Stacy that somehow she had never gone skinny dipping before. She definitely was no prude but somehow the opportunity never presented itself to her. And now that she had taken it she never wanted to swim in a suit again. The freedom, the touch, the naturalness of it all was all so amazing.

Eventually she glanced over at the clock and decided it was time to wrap up her adventure for this evening. She slowly swam to the ladder and climbed out of the pool. The water beaded down her body and goosebumps instantly formed across her flesh at the change in temperature.

Stacy walked the deck filled with confidence. When she reached her discarded suit she bent down to grab it and imagined Ben seeing her now with her hot and wet pussy completely exposed just begging to be fucked. Stacy grabbed a towel from the rack and began casually drying herself as she looked around the empty space. As the coarse material of the towel rubbed against her sensitive nipples a surge of pleasure rushed through her body and made her knees slightly buckle. Stacy couldn't help herself and her fingers found her pussy. A soft moan slipped out of her lips but Stacy reluctantly pulled her fingers away.

"Fuck, I can't wait to get home and play..."

She walked back to the lockers with her towel in one hand and suit in the other, wearing only the smile on her face.

Stacy entered the empty room and found her locker. She set the towel on the bench and sat down.

Stacy had another surprise in store for Ben and reached into her bag to grab a pair of cutoff shorts that bordered on being merely a scrap of denim. They were cut so short the bottom of her plump ass cheeks peaked out as they pushed against the denim. The small strip of fabric remaining between the legs was frayed looked as though it would split at any moment, turning her shorts in to an extremely shirt mini skirt that wouldn't hide much. Not that much was hidden now. If she squatted down anyone would have a fairly full view of her pussy. And if she didn't keep it mostly shaved her hair would be peaking out even when she stood. She skipped underwear and pulled the cutoffs up her legs into place. Then just as she had done yesterday she grabbed a loose fitting tank top with the large armholes and pulled it over her head, skipping her bra.

Stacy slid on her shoes then grabbed her gym bag and walked in front of the mirror to run a brush through her hair quickly. With each brush stroke her unrestricted tits swung freely under the loose fitting garment, threatening to spill out the sides at any given moment.

"Well it definitely isn't your most conservative attire that's for sure," she said with a giggle as she put her brush away.

She pulled the gym bag over her shoulder letting the strap settle between her breasts. The affect was immediately noticeable as the material of the shirt pulled tightly against her chest, exposing one breast entirely and causing the nipple of the other to strain against the fabric. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror.

This is perfect.

She slipped the bag off, fixed her shirt, then made her way through the nearly empty gym up to the front desk to find Ben scrolling through his phone, oblivious to her presence.

"Whelp, that'll do it for me tonight," Stacy said rousing him from his stupor. "Thanks again for the heads up, it really makes running through my routine much more fun. Plenty of time to try new things out too," she added with a sly grin.

"Yeah no problem at all. I'm glad you're taking advantage of the space," he replied as he looked up from his phone. His eyes were immediately drawn to her chest when he saw her state of dress again.

"I definitely am... Oh this looks interesting," Stacy said feigning an interest in one of the fliers on the desk. She slipped the strap of the bag over her shoulder, letting it settle in to place in the valley between her tits then reached for the flier. The strap pulled the tank top tightly against her right breast, outlining the nipple against the thin fabric. At the same time it pulled completely away from her left breast exposing it entirely to him. Ben's eyes instantly locked onto her tits. The affect it had on her was immediate and she felt a growing wetness between her legs. She couldn't help but wonder if she was making him hard also.

Stacy pulled the flier up towards her face to read about the event and give Ben free reign to stare at her chest. She couldn't see his face but she knew he would take the bait.

"I usually don't go to these sort of things," she said from behind the paper. "But my friends have been so busy lately I could use something to keep me busy!"

Ben mumbled a noncommittal agreement. His eyes were focused on her erect buds capping off her voluptuous bust and he didn't hear a word of what Stacy had said. Stacy struggled to not laugh at him in this state. She lowered the flier abruptly forcing him to adjust his focus despite her globes being so gloriously on display in front of him. She shrugged her shoulders and sighed just to exaggerate their sway for him.

"Well, you have a good night. Seems pretty quiet here now, I hope you find something to keep busy," Stacy with a smile.

"Uh, yeah, I'm sure I'll find something to keep busy," he said with a sheepish look on his face.

Stacy smiled and turned to leave, giving her ass an exaggerated sway with each step out the door. She slyly adjusted her shirt as she walked to her car without another soul seeing her. As she looked back into the gym entrance she spotted Ben get up from behind the desk and adjust his pants before sneaking off to the employees lounge. Stacy smirked then drove home, confident they both had the same idea of keeping busy.

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Over the next few weeks Stacy would return to the gym in the evenings and find it nearly deserted. She would do her usual workout routine in peace all the while thinking about how her evening would end inside the pool. Finally when she was finished with her routine she would head to the lockers to change into her bathing suit. Never once was there another woman in there with her. So naturally as soon as she would enter the locker room she would disrobe completely and finish the walk to her locker nude.

Stacy felt more alive than ever and it was all due to the burning desire to keep pushing her limits. Some nights she would enter the women's lockers and leave her clothes laying on the floor just inside the entrance, free for anyone to take. Other nights she would toss them aimlessly over the lockers and force herself to gather them nude before she would allow herself to dress. Each night she wanted to be bolder and more daring. Some ideas thrilled her while others felt forced and silly.

But most importantly every visit to the gym now ended with a skinny dip. And to her amazement she was never interrupted. Stacy would walk to the showers nude, her bathing suit in hand and rinse off before heading to the pool entrance where she would reluctantly slip into her suit for a few laps before discarding it onto the deck to finish her swim nude. The entire time watching the doors wondering if today would be the day she was discovered.

The rush she got every time she slipped the suit down her body was intoxicating and it became all she could ever think about. Her entire work day was spent completing tasks as quickly as possible so she could return to day dreaming about her next naked adventure in the pool.

She could feel the heat radiating from between her legs even before she entered the locker room. Her arousal was evident the moment she took off her underwear. She decided it was a waste of time even bothering to wear the suit. She would rinse in the showers nude and walk into the pool with her suit in hand. When she would open the door she knew the pool was empty but every single time a small voice in her head wondered "what if?" and made her body flush with excitement. But there was never anyone around. It was always her own private nudie pool. Despite the thrill she got every single time she stripped she still found herself wanting more.

It wasn't long before her workouts began to feel like a chore getting between her and the real reason for visiting the gym. She would grind through them every day while thinking only of her naked escapades inside the pool.

Each night she would take her time getting dressed before finally leaving the confines of the women's lockers. Some nights she would give Ben a small tease of flesh. Others she would dress more modestly to keep him on his toes. But he would always have a smile for her as she bid him goodnight. Once she would get home she would play with herself until she fell asleep, where she would often dream she was walking along a beautiful beach completely naked. She would frolic and play without anyone in sight. Then suddenly she'd spot Ben swimming ashore. He would slowly trudge of out the water, his muscles glistening in the sunlight. As he worked his way out and the water dipped lower and lower on his body her eyes would be drawn to his hard cock as it broke the surface of the waves. He wouldn't say anything as he approached her. With each step his hardness bobbed in front of him. When he finally closed the gap he would pick her up in his strong arms and lay her on the sand where they would fuck passionately until his cock exploded deep inside her. When she would awake up the next morning she would play with herself again bringing herself to another thunderous orgasm, then she would get ready and head to work.

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Stacy arrived later than she normally did this Thursday evening. The delay had been caused by a new client that had been on boarded and her work day had spiraled into chaos as a result. As the hours ticked by she struggled to stay on task as her mind would drift to the pool and to Ben. Each task took a frustratingly long amount of time to complete but when she had finally wrapped everything up she raced to her car in a flash with a bright smile across her face.

When she finally arrived at the gym there were only two other cars in the lot. She parked hers not far from them and looked towards the main doors where she could see Ben seated behind the desk per usual. She couldn't wait to get changed and through her sets. She grabbed her gym bag and made the short walk to the doors, forcing herself not to sprint to them in excitement. As she entered the gym Ben looked up from the desk, his face breaking into a disarming smile that made her knees immediately go weak.

"Evening! Later start than normal, huh?" he asked her.

"Yeah, busy day at the office threw office my whole schedule. I feel completely out of sync, at least this place isn't too busy," she said with a smile.

"That's for sure. You'll have your usual run of the place," Ben said with a smirk.

Maybe you should join me.

"Well have a good workout, I'll be around if you need anything."

"Thanks!"

There is definitely something I need from you...

Stacy headed off towards the lockers and scoped out the main gym along the way. Off in the far corner was the only other person in the gym, a man about 20 years older than her, casually going about his routine oblivious to the world around him.

She entered the lockers and dropped her bag on the floor to begin striping off by the door. Piece by piece she disrobed, dropping the clothes aimlessly at her feet. Once she was completely nude she bent down to unzip her gym bag and place them inside one at a time. When she had picked them all up she slipped the bag over her shoulder, letting the strap settle between her breasts, and walked to the mirror.

"This would be a helluva way to leave here. Ben would have a heart attack or a hard on," Stacy laughed to herself.

She finished her walk to her locker and began dressing for her workout then hit the main gym. Stacy didn't pay much attention to the man and grinded through her routine. After 40 minutes it was finally time for the best part of her day.

She practically skipped the short distance back to the women's lockers. The door wasn't even completely closed behind her and she was already pulling her tank top up over her head, followed quickly by her sports bra. In no time flat she stood there nude inside the lockers. Stacy was about to make her way to hang her clothes up when she stopped herself and looked back at the door to the main gym. She stared at it for a moment as an idea began to form in her mind.

Stacy placed her discarded clothes on the edge of the nearby sink and softly padded back to the locker door leading to the main gym. With a devious grin spreading across her lips and a tingle growing throughout her body she lightly gripped the handle of the wooden door. As it slowly inched open Stacy leaned around to peer out, using the door to shield herself. Just as she suspected no one was nearby. Stacy opened the door the rest of the way and stood proudly flashing the vast empty space. The man on the other side of the gym was oblivious to her show. Ben was nowhere to be seen. But here she was in all her glory daring them to turn their gaze towards her naked flesh.

She stood in the open doorway for a full minute, the entire time letting her hands roam her body. She gave her nipples a hard pinch, stifling a moan and let her fingers run along her folds that were slick with her juices. Each second ticked by slowly. She wondered what she would do if someone did spot her. After the minute was up she quietly closed the door, once again hiding herself from view in the safety of the lockers.

"God it's like a drug," she said quietly as she leaned back against the cool door.

Stacy grabbed her clothes off the sink and walked to her locker to hang them up. She grabbed her suit and was about to head to the shower when she paused and looked down at the flimsy garment. Then she shrugged and hung it too in the locker. She then walked to the showers and rinsed quickly before making her way to the pool entrance. There was no hesitation when she reached the door to the pool, she pushed the door open and marched confidently out onto the deck. The door clicked shut behind her with that familiar echo she had come to think of as a starters whistle for her free time to skinny dip. Adult swim in the best way possible. Stacy walked to the ladder and slowly began inching in to the warm water.

Stacy didn't bother swimming her usual laps today. Today she luxuriated in the warmth of the water, letting her caress every inch of the body. Each time she entered this pool it felt like a naked baptism that helped her find her own heaven. She floated on her back, the peaks of her breasts pushing past the surface of the water into the humid air of the pool but her nipples were still hard as pebbles at their crest. The water rippled back and forth across her body as she spread her arms and legs out.

She wondered if there were any nude beaches nearby. She had to admit that while she while she got off on the thrill of being naked someplace she shouldn't there was something very freeing and natural about it as well. Nights at home were often spent naked or close to it now. She had always been comfortable with her body, but this had progressed into something even she couldn't have expected. Was she a nudist? An exhibitionist? Whatever this was she was addicted to it. Her hands slowly crept across her body again. Her right hand gently began teasing her nipples while her left found its way to her pussy and began moving in small circles. She let out a soft moan that reverberated off the walls sending a wave of pleasure through her. Stacy's hand started working frantically on her clit and she was building towards a climax when suddenly a noise in the corner of the room caught her attention. Her body naturally dipped below the water line as she looked up in the direction the sound came from but saw nothing of alarm. Just the same very empty room that had become her private pool of the last several weeks.

Despite all indications things were status quo she felt an unease she couldn't explain. Stacy stole a brief glance at the clock on the far wall and realized it was growing late. As much as she wanted to finish what she had just started she swam to the ladder and pulled herself up. The water cascaded down her body, pooling at her feet, and a small shiver overtook her at the sudden change in temperature. She wrapped her arms around herself and started walking to the rack to grab a free towel. And that's when she realized it was empty.

"Shit," she groaned as she stared at the rack with contempt.

She looked around the surrounding area and found nothing to dry herself with. There were always extra towels out here. Today must have been busy.

"OK maybe I do need to start bringing my towel again," she grumbled as she tried to wipe the water from her hair and body.

"Maybe there's some in the lockers."

She crossed the wet floor to the women's locker room and grasped the handle. Stacy gave the door a pull. But it didn't open.

"What the hell...?"

She pulled again. Again the door wouldn't open.

And that's when she noticed something new on the door that she missed when she so nonchalantly entered the pool. An electronic lock.

"Oh shit," she said as she pulled on the door multiple times. Panic was beginning to set in as the reality of her predicament came into focus. She was locked out of the lockers and completely naked.

She quickly walked to the employee's door to see if there were towels inside, briefly considering what she would say to Ben if be happened to be in there.

Oh, hi, didn't expect to see you here. Like my suit? Anyway can you hand me a towel and let me back into the women's side?

But to her dismay this door was also locked. She went to the men's side and was met with the same fate there as that door wouldn't budge either.

"Damnit..." she groaned as she looked around the pool for anything to shield herself with. Nothing looked remotely close to being usable though. Not even a pool float to give her some mild form of modesty.

She began tapping her foot nervously as she weighed her next steps. She could sit here and see if anyone else might come through and help her out. But she knew the chances of that were incredibly slim. She would basically be waiting on Ben to hopefully check in on the pool before leaving. Otherwise she could be here cold, shivering and naked all night until the morning swim class for the senior citizens happened and that was far less appealing.

The other option was she could use the side exit and try to sneak around to the front of the lockers and slip in. But outside the pool was a completely different set of obstacles and lot more public than the relative safety of the pool. What if more people had arrived? And then what if those front doors were locked too? If those doors were locked then she was guaranteed to be spotted by someone for sure.

She took one last walk around the pool hoping for a last minute miracle spotting something to cover herself or better yet another actual key for the lockers that was left behind. But fate had decided it was not on her side tonight. She had no alternatives. Stacy would venture out the side door and take her chances naked in the main gym.

Stacy walked to the side door, realizing she had started tip toeing halfway there, and started taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself and refocus.

"OK, you got your stupid naked ass into this mess, now get it out of it,' Stacy said to herself.

She quietly pushed open the door and peered down the hallway leading into the gym. It wasn't that long ago she boldly stood in the open doorway of the women's locker room daring anyone to notice her and now here she was about to actually walk out there naked. She was embarrassed but at the same time the idea that any moment someone could pop out around a corner and see her totally bare made her body feel electric. Stacy looked down at her body, still wet from the pool. Her hand dipped between her legs and felt the heat still radiating from herself. The temptation to stop everything and play with herself was overwhelming and she had to force her hands away from her body.

Fuck that feels so good... Later! You're in enough trouble already!

She looked out from behind the safety of the door and down the dimly lit hallway. It took on an almost spooky vibe as one of the florescent lights flickered.

It's like a bad horror movie. Naked girl wanders into creepy hallway.

She laughed to herself and then slowly inched into the hall, letting go of the door behind her. The door loudly clicked shut just as the lights flickered again startling her. She looked back at the door and saw that this side didn't have a handle for re-entry to the pool. It was just a flat, steel door marked simply with This is not an entrance. And then it sank in just how trapped she was. She had no idea there was no handle on this side and now wished she had thought to try and prop it open somehow.

She had no choice. She could only move forward. Forward into the gym. Naked.

She crouched down slightly and crept to the end of the hall. Each step felt like a mile. The further she got from the door the more nervous she felt. The sensation of the cool tile floor beneath her bare feet reminding her of her exposure with each step. As she reached the end of the hall Stacy instinctively covered herself with her hands, feeling how hard her nipples still were.

She peeked out around the corner to survey the room. At the far end of the main area was the other gym goer from before. He had moved to the cable machine that faced the wall and appeared to be watching whatever game was on the monitor. However the wall of mirrors in front of him could prove to be a challenge if he caught her movement in the reflection. She looked around the rest of the room and to her relief saw that no one else had arrived for a late evening workout while she had been in the pool

That left Ben. She couldn't see the front desk from this vantage point but since she didn't see him making his rounds through the gym Stacy assumed he had to be there. The only other place he could be was the employees lockers. Either way she had to try. She would either get lucky and the door would open or she would have to find him anyway.

Stacy got low and crept out from the hallway, using the equipment as coverage. As she practically crawled on her hands and knees she became very aware of the temperature change between rooms as she moved. The AC was pumping away in the main gym and she felt the cool breeze moving across her exposed flesh, dancing against her spine and tickling between her legs forming on her flesh. Then she realized the view she was presenting to anyone who stood behind her was an unobstructed look at her pussy and ass. If she were found they would be able to see everything. Despite it all she found herself imagining what it would be like if she were discovered. Somehow the idea excited her.

Another 15 feet or so to the women's door and Stacy could feel her heart pumping in her chest. Suddenly a noise on the far side of the gym made her stop in her tracks. The man on the cable machine had clumsily finished his sets, dropping the ends and gotten up.

Stacy dropped down lower, laying on the ground now trying stay out of sight. She watched from between the equipment, trying to steady her breathing and remain as still as possible, as the man stretched in front of the mirror for a moment. Then he paused.

To Stacy's horror he turned and started walking in her direction. Was he looking for her? Had she been spotted in the mirror?

The man walked past several rows of machines, his face stoic and unreadable. Stacy's heart was practically beating out of her chest as she remained frozen in place. Seconds ago she was wondering what would happen if she were discovered and now she felt terrified that it may happen. He was still on the other half of the gym but was advancing rapidly.

Stacy's eyes darted around the room trying to find any place she could move to.

Then just as suddenly as he had gotten up he stopped in his tracks and turned away down one of the rows, eventually settling at one of the stationary bikes facing away from her again once.

Stacy let out an shaky sigh of relief and silently resumed her crawl to the locker door. Inch by inch she moved until finally she was parallel with the women's locker room door. She sat a few feet away using a rack of free weights to shield herself but from here she could easily see that it too had a newly installed digital lock. She could only hope was that it wasn't working.

She cast a quick glance in the direction of the man and confirmed he was still riding away on the bike, and still clueless as to her naked form slinking through the gym. Ben was no where to be found as well. She took a deep breath and crept to the door. With a shaky hand she reached out and pushed. As she feared, the door would not budge.

Stacy was rapidly running out of options. She quickly made her way to the men's door and even though she knew what the result would be gave the door a push. Again, nothing.

She crouched back down and scanned the gym looking for anything she could use to clothe herself but there was nothing in view. No towels, no random swag, not even a newspaper. Stacy knew she had to face facts. She was not going to get back to her clothes unless she went and found Ben.

What fucking gym locks you out of your own lockers?

The kind of gym that doesn't expect women to be crawling outside them naked, genius.

She wanted to scream out in frustration. But no matter how she looked at the situation she knew it was her fault. She was the one who decided to strip down in a public gym and skinny dip. She was the one who decided to leave her clothes hanging in the lockers. And she was the one who was now going to have to walk up to Ben totally nude and ask for help.

What would he do when he saw her approaching? Would he would smile deviously and make her a deal? Her clothes for a favor? She thought back to how she teased him, flashing him and pretending to be so innocent. There was nothing innocent about this though. He was going to have control over her. She involuntarily shivered thinking about the possibilities.

God do I want him to use me?

She took a deep breath and tried to refocus. Her hormones were in overdrive now and her imagination was beginning to get the better of her.

She could either crouch along the machines again and slowly work her way back to the front. Or she could take off in a sprint now and hope she makes it before the man on the bike makes sense of what is going on. Or she could walk up to the font desk calmly giving everyone a show.

Stacy made her decision and began creeping along the machines again trying to make the embarrassment as minimal as possible. After a few moments she had made her way about halfway to the front desk. She was just about parallel now with the man on the stationary bike. As he peddled away without a care in the world Stacy did another scan of the gym. Ben was still nowhere to be found. She hoped he was up front but there was only one way to know for sure.

Stacy slowly stood up, hands covering her breasts and pussy. But before she started moving the reality of her situation hit her. She was standing naked in the middle of the gym now. She couldn't believe it. Not even in her wildest fantasies could she have imagined doing this. A flood of adrenaline coursed through her as she reveled in this very public display. She slowly let her hands drop to her sides.

What the hell am I doing? God I must be insane.

She took one last look at the man on the bike then took a deep breath before sprinting towards the main entrance without looking back. With each step she felt her uncontained breasts bounding in front of her. She felt like a streaker at a sporting event. It only took a few seconds but she reached the front desk.

It was empty.

"Shit!" Stacy cried in a loud whisper.

Where could he be?

While Ben might have been missing she was relieved to find no one else had entered the gym. However she was now very aware of the large windows at the front entrance and she moved her right arm back across her tits and her left hand over her pussy. Stacy inched back towards the door to the main gym and peered inside at the man on the bike. Somehow he had not noticed her naked ass scamper towards the front. She sighed and leaned back out of the door frame.

She looked at the tall windows facing out towards the parking lot again. At this time of night the bright florescent lights shown her clearly to anyone who would happen to be just out front. She briefly thought of using the fliers from the front desk to cover herself, almost laughing at the absurdity. It would be a heckuva of an advertising campaign that's for sure. The parking lot was still empty, but she knew that could change at any moment.

She looked at the desk and decided her best bet would be to sneak under and wait for Ben. At least she would have some sort of protection again. Stacy walked around the desk quickly then crouched down next to the chair, positioning it to block the open side facing the gym. Stacy dropped down to her hands and knees but just as she was about to get into position under the desk a door opened directly behind her. Before she could even react Ben stepped out from the storage room doing a double take at the display in front of him. Stacy was on all fours practically presenting to him. She looked over her shoulder at Ben but his eyes didn't meet hers though. They were glued to her plump ass and swollen lips. Somehow she had managed to make her rescue even look lewd.

"Oh my god are you ok? What happened? Did someone-," he began as he knelt down next to her.

Stacy was frozen in place. She had just spent all this time sneaking around, stealthily moving from cover to cover, trying to hide from view and in a split second Ben had appeared out of nowhere and it was all for naught. She may as well have just walked up here in the first place and spread eagle on the desk while she waited for him.

She looked back at him sheepishly, not bothering to change position. After all her overthinking it was time to just accept the situation and to be honest.

"No one hurt me I just... oh shit this sounds so fucking stupid but I..." Stacy sighed. "I skinny dipped ok? I skinny dipped, actually a bunch of times, but today I left my stuff in the locker room on purpose. I wanted to go in there without anything to cover myself with and got locked out from it and didn't know what to do and what kind of fucking gym installs locks and doesn't tell it's members anyway?!"

Ben looked sympathetically towards Stacy then he turned towards the desk and grabbed a sign sitting atop it, handing it to her as she finally turned around to sit on the carpeted floor.

"Attention! Thursday and Friday Night we will be testing the newly installed digital locks. Locks will go into affect next week! Please remember to request your new key fob!"

Stacy felt her face burn hot with embarrassment. How could she have missed that sign? There's no way she could have not seen it. But she had no memory of it ever being there. As she silently chastised herself Ben ducked into the side room, returning a moment later with a shirt for her.

"Sorry it looks like we only have smalls left. I guess the bigger sizes are more in demand to new members when they sign up," he said handing it over the shirt.

Stacy stood up and grabbed it from his outstretched hands. As she did so Ben stole a glance of her front, now fully exposed to him. Stacy saw him look but made no comment as she struggled to pull the snug garment over her head. As she fought to push her head through the neck hole she felt her breasts bouncing with her arms stuck above her head. This must be quite a view she was giving him. She almost wished she could see it from his angle.

Finally she was able to slip the shirt in place over her body. The tiny garment strained against her curves, hugging them and showcasing her very hard nubs against the cotton fabric and stopped just above her navel. Somehow the small shirt and lack of pants made her feel even more exposed than she had before. Despite it she stood there with her hands at her sides. She didn't immediately feel a need to cover herself. Ben had already seen everything.

The two stood in awkward silence for a moment. Stacy was at a loss after everything that had happened tonight. Her brain felt fried and she couldn't comprehend just how bizarrely this had all gone.

"So, um, could you give me one of the fobs so I can get back in to the lockers and put my pants back on?" she asked shyly as her hands moved in place over her pussy.

"Oh. Yeah sure but the testing is done for the night so you can head back in without it. The fobs won't be in use until next week."

Stacy's jaw dropped.

The lockers were open.

If she had just taken a little longer getting to the front she would have been able to get in. Hell if she swam longer she would have never known they were locked in the first place. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What were the odds of this? First she missed the sign completely and now this? Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew this didn't make sense. Something didn't add up. Before she could scrutinize any further Ben spoke up again.

"I'll walk you back to make sure that guy doesn't bug you," he offered.

"Yeah... thanks..." she said quietly. Stacy started walking towards the main gym, not bothering to cover her backside. Ben stayed back for a moment as he watched her shapely ass sway before catching up to her.

As she rounded the corner she saw the guy on the stationary bike still riding away, oblivious to her nudity. A small part of her silently willed him to look down from the monitor and into the mirror. She had already been foiled at every other attempt to hide her body, so why not? Stacy could only imagine how the man would retell this story to others.

They finished the brief walk to the lockers and Stacy paused to look at the door for a moment. The small black rectangular lock stared back at her. Mocking her. How could something so small cause such a large problem? Finally she stepped forward and pushed the now unlocked door open with ease. She stepped inside the lockers without saying a word to Ben.

Stacy walked to the mirrors and took in the sight of herself. There were walks of shame and then there was whatever you wanted to call this.

"What the fuck?" she said quietly to herself.

The fear, the thrill, the arousal. She was a mess of emotions right now and had no idea how to begin unpacking any of it. She walked to her locker and sat down. The cold bench on her hot skin yet another reminder of state of undress. She had finally made it back to her locker. Back to her clothes. But she didn't immediately reach for them. After everything that had happened she just sat quietly for a moment staring ahead.

Her clothes hung just in front of her, exactly where she had left them over two hours ago. At that moment she had no idea what was about to happen. She thought she would have been elated to see them after the ordeal. But as she looked at them on their hooks she felt almost apathetic.

Slowly she pulled on her workout shorts, socks and shoes, staying in the shirt Ben gave her. As she finished dressing she grabbed her keys from the locker, and stared at them. If she had a hide-a-key on her car would she have bothered with any of this? Could she have sprinted out the door and raced through the parking lot naked?

You actually want to? After all of this you wish you had run out that front door and streaked to your car.

She shook the thought from her head and exited the lockers with her bag in hand. Ben stood diligently waiting for her, much to her surprise. They walked silently to the lobby, both unsure what to say about what happened tonight. Before leaving Ben handed Stacy the new key fob.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

"You don't have to thank me. I-," he began to respond but paused. He gave her a curious look before looking down at the floor. Stacy pressed him to continue.

"What?"

"I... shouldn't," he almost mumbled.

"No, tell me. You helped me out, you could have just left me high and dry. Or worse."

"I was just going to say, I know you were embarrassed but, I'm glad it was you that I found naked at my desk and not that other guy. You look much better that way than he would," he said with a meek smile.

"Oh." Stacy blushed. "I... thank you."

"Welcome. Have a good night," Ben said finding his smile again.

Stacy stood there for a moment. Then suddenly pulled the shirt up over her breasts, flashing Ben again. She stood for a moment allowing him to drink in her body silently as a smile crept across her face.

"Well, good night."

Stacy turned and walked out the front door of the gym, her keys in one hand and her bag in the other. She didn't bother to put her shirt back in place. She had no idea what came over her as she marched to her car, a million thoughts buzzing around her head at a mile a minute. The warm night air contrasted greatly with the AC of the gym. With each step her breasts swayed in front of her, completely unobstructed. Maybe it was that the parking was completely empty. Maybe it was that she had access to something to shield herself in case it wasn't. Or maybe something had changed in her tonight. She wasn't sure. Stacy reached her car and unlocked it. Looking back towards the entrance of the gym she spotted Ben still in the doorway watching her.

Finally she got in the car and left the parking lot, her shirt still hiked above her tits. Stacy made the short drive home in silence, lost in her thoughts.

The ordeal had been terrifying. Being shutoff from having any form of protection and having to scurry about naked left her shaken. At the same time she couldn't deny how her own body reacted. The reason she was naked in the first place was because of the thrill. She even stood naked at the open locker room door before she was locked out. Granted the gym was mostly empty but she still did it. It made her hot just thinking about it again. Hell she just flashed Ben again as she left. She could feel herself growing wet as she glanced down at her hard nipples showing prominently with her shirt still pulled up. Ben had seen everything. Everything. He found her bent over in front of him showing off her ass and pussy.

Just thinking about how he found he found her again made her flush. Her left hand drifted from the wheel down between her legs and began rubbing small circles on her pussy through her shorts. There was no denying it now. She enjoyed being caught.

Stacy pulled into her driveway and practically sprinted to her front door. Just as soon as it was closed behind her she began stripping off her clothes, dropping them in the front hall haphazardly. Her hands began roaming her body as she ascended the stairs to her bedroom. Once she was there she reached into her nightstand, retrieving her favorite toy. Within moments her body was wracked with an earth shattering orgasm. She writhed in pleasure as the toy vibrated deep inside her walls, her fingers pulling hard on her nipples. As she lay there panting, covered in sweat, Stacy knew who she was. She was an exhibitionist. The thrill of everything that happened tonight was a high she never wanted to come down from. And as she reconciled this revelation she knew she wanted more. She wanted to do more.

She thought of Ben as her fingers traced her delicate lips. After her second orgasm of the evening crashed through her she took a shower and went to bed still naked. She had no idea how she would feel tomorrow, but tonight she felt good.