How It All Started Pt. 01

I was a bit of a late bloomer, not physically--although I'm still fairly petite--but sexually. I didn't lose my virginity until I was 21, but before that I got my thrills in and my rocks off by flashing or streaking. Before long my friend group found out and it even got around to some people at school, I got a small reputation of being somewhat of a "slut" even though I didn't have sex until after leaving community college and going off to university.

My start was fairly innocent, the summer after my first year of community college, when tanning at the beach I untied by bikini top while laying on my stomach to avoid some tan lines, when people walked by I got extremely excited, even though I doubt they even though of it. I remember lifting myself off the ground to "readjust" while a group of guys was walking by, I knew they probably didn't see anything but if they'd been standing at just the right angle they could've seen my boobs.

Normally I'd throw on a big t-shirt for the walk back to the car, not today, I left my t-shirt in my bag, threw my towel in with it, and walked all the way back to my car a drove home in nothing but my skimpy little bikini. All the way home I couldn't stop thinking about people seeing me and when I got there I ran to my bedroom and made myself cum countless times.

I'd always been raised to wear a bra, for modesty's sake, even though most of the time I could get away with not, so long as my shirt wasn't too thin. That summer I started not to, sometimes. A late night store run? Why not just throw on a shirt? The feeling of my boobs bouncing free, the idea that someone walking by could probably notice, maybe even see my nipples if I was a bit chilly, again I'd ride that high all the way home and make myself cum over and over.

One night after making it a naughty habit to do things braless; getting gas, running to the store, or hitting the drive thru, I was coming home to an empty house (my parents had gone out for dinner and a movie, they'd be back late) I got the idea of stepping it up a notch.

Our driveway was fairly secluded, though our neighborhood wasn't by any means small, the houses weren't lined up side by side, everyone was kind of squeezed in. When you pulled into my house you were off the main road so you couldn't be seen from any of those houses or anyone driving by, and more or less facing the side of our neighbors house, if you went past my driveway there were another two houses, these were facing towards our driveway but there was enough tree cover that one of the houses definitely couldn't see our driveway and the other would only have a small view, unless they were in their front yard. The only real risk of being seen would be someone going for a late night walk--unlikely, and just enough risk for me.

It was early June, a little past 9pm, the sun was only starting to set and it was still light out. But I told myself on my way home that as long as I didn't see anyone in the front yard behind me, or the back yard straight ahead, I was going through with it, the anticipation had me more excited than I'd ever been. And as I pulled off the main road and down around into my driveway that's exactly what I saw, or rather, didn't see. I was doing this.

I turned my car off, did my best to look around through my back windows and in my mirrors to see if anyone was around. Then with a deep breath I pulled my shirt up over my head and stuffed it into the grocery bag in my passenger seat. I was jittering all over with excitement, sitting topless in only shorts and sneakers, goosebumps all over. I meant to whip my shirt off and go straight inside but I couldn't move, I felt almost dizzy, the slightest touch could send me over the edge.

With what felt like all my strength, I pulled on the handle and let the door fall open, the cool night air breezed into the car and wrapped around my body, teasing my already strained nipples, I shuddered. Sitting that way for only another minute felt like an eternity, I could feel every beat of my heart, and every little sound throughout the neighborhood.

But after another slow look through my back windows and in my mirrors, sure I was alone, I picked up the grocery bag, dropped my phone and wallet in with my shirt, took my keys in the other hand and stepped out into the night air. I was determined not to cover myself and was successful, but what I had hoped to be a bold and casual walk to my front door, was more of a nervous dash. I fuddled with my keys trying desperately to get them into the lock, terrified of how much noise I was making. I knew if anyone was around they wouldn't be able to help but look towards me, not out of wont for snooping on their neighbor, but just as a natural reaction to a sudden noise.

Finally I got the door unlocked, shoved it open, and fell into the entryway, kicking the door closed behind me. Getting myself up I ran straight for the windows facing the front and then the side of the house to ensure I didn't leave any witnesses. Crouching and barely peeking over the window sill, pulling at my nipples, I saw nobody.

I kicked my shoes towards the nicely organized rack by the front door and pushed my shorts and underwear down as I ran to my bedroom. Throwing myself on my bed, within seconds my body was rattling with a mind bending orgasm, and then another, and then another.

Now for the last month, every time I'd get back from the beach, or anywhere else, I'd cum a few times and be done with it, usually I'd fall asleep. But not this time, not only was it the craziest thing I'd ever done, but I also felt like I didn't get as much out of it as I could have. I was confident no one had caught me--not that I wanted them to--but I knew I could've really taken my time walking inside, I wanted to feel the night air on my skin, and feel my perky little boobs bouncing free with each step. I got another idea... but could I do it?

Sitting up in my bed, sweaty and still naked, I checked the time. Somehow it wasn't even 9:30! It felt as though I pulled into my driveway hours ago, I had plenty of time before anyone else would be home. My parents told me their movie started at 9:20, so not even trying to calculate the added time for previews or the drive back, they wouldn't be home for at least another 2 hours.

It was settled, I had more shenanigans to get into tonight. I thought over the best outfit, I decided on my same short loose cotton shorts, flip flops (sneakers felt like covering too much), and a zip up hoodie. No underwear, no bra, and this time, no shirt. After a quick rinse in the shower I got "dressed" and headed back out to my car.