Mindy loved working sales. Not only was the money excellent, she got paid to travel. And traveling to new cities where no one knew her gave Mindy certain… freedoms, to indulge her naughty side.
Mindy was an exhibitionist; showing off her body thrilled and titillated her. And she was rightly proud of her body. Good genetics blessed her with full, high breasts, curvy hips and shimmering dark brown hair. Hours at the gym earned her toned thighs and a pronounced, spherical butt.
However, Mindy was NOT a slut. She didn’t wear micro skirts and flash her tits for any yowling idiot with some beads. Mindy was a good girl; at least she liked the reputation of a good girl. She went to great pains to make all her exposures seem accidental, like some poor, chaste young woman suffering a moment of misfortune. A glimpse of nipple, a peak of panties, while no one realized poor Mindy was actually soaking those panties with her perverted arousal.
Of course, Mindy’s planned “wardrobe malfunctions” occasionally didn’t go as planned… often didn’t go as planned. A clumsy peak of her nipples has left her complete topless. A brief flash of panty, chasing her skirt down a windy street. It’s not easy to make accidents happen on purpose!
Mindy had a trade show coming up. Easy stuff; just meet a few clients, demo the new product. Piece of cake. And she could stay a day or two afterwards to indulge her naughty fantasies.
She had not attended this show in a few years. The last time, her scheme… run just a little amok.
Mindy had stayed an extra night in the hotel, just to relax, see the city, and most importantly, let all the people she knew in the industry clear out and head home. Satisfied she was now anonymous, Mindy put on her “special project”; a white, one-piece bathing suit.
Not just an ordinary, off-the-rack suit. This was a custom job. Mindy has removed the liner across the bust, and washed the suit. A lot. Every load of whites for four months, with plenty of bleach. A test run in her shower rewarded her patient work; the suit, while conservatively-cut and tasteful while dry, became translucent when wet.
Not fully transparent but her ripples and bush were clear to see in her apartment bathroom. Mindy decided it wasn’t enough to parade this around the pool area; she wanted to walk like this right through the hotel lobby, exposed but oblivious. She fantasized what her reaction would be when the concierge approached her and pointed out her exposed state, in the middle of a lobby filled with gawking travelers.
Would she cup her breasts to hide her nipples, feeling the tender little buds against the palms of her hands? Thrust a hand over her exposed pussy, hiding her little triangle of public hair but maybe letting a finger slide over her clit, right there in front of everyone?
Should she dash for the elevators, giving everyone one last peek and her nearly-nude ass? NO! Back to the pool! Hide in the water, only to refresh her suit’s translucency! Then maybe make an encore rush through the lobby with small, ineffective towel hiding nothing.
This was going to be fun!
The trade show went without incident. Lots of meetings, lots of demos. Mindy doled out a few glimpses down her blouse, or let her skirt ride up enough to show a little stocking top. Just enough to distract her clients and boost her numbers, while not making her look like a slut. But the pent-up anticipation was driving her crazy!
Mindy awoke late Monday morning, refreshed from a long weekend of meetings and pitches. She contemplated getting breakfast, but she was too excited to go for a swim. She took a hot shower, lotioned her skin, dried her hair, and slipped into the one-piece swimsuit. Not too high cut, not too much cleavage. Almost conservative… for now.
Mindy threw a light wrap around her hips and slipped into some sandals. And of course, sunglasses, so she could watch the reactions she got, discretely.
On the elevator ride down, Mindy was extra thankful for the wrap; she was so tingly with anticipation, she was sure she was soaking through the crotch of the suit!
The lobby was still bustling with the last few trade show attendees checking out and waiting for their shuttles. Mindy drew LOTS of appreciative glances and stares as she glided through, feigning indifference.
The pool, awash in late morning sun, was already busy with couples and families. Just as in the lobby, Mindy was the silent center of attention. Her nipples stiffened in arousal. She glanced down at her breasts, and her breath caught in her throat; although tastefully opaque in the light of her bathroom, the midday sunlight made the dark spots of her nipples obvious to anyone who cared to look.
And many cared to look.
Panic mixed with perverse giddiness. She wondered if her bush was as prominent? Her bustline was making it difficult to casually check.
Mindy found a lounge chair at the far end of the pool and untied her wrap; indeed, there was the dark triangle of her bush, clear to anyone who gave her more than a passing glance.
She panicked; this would not be the first of her little adventures to go humiliatingly wrong, and the butterflies in her tummy were telling her to hide. Her face flushed hot in genuine embarrassment. Mindy glanced around for a poolside bar and the salvation of a mimosa; no such luck.
Perhaps Mindy thought she might draw less attention in the pool, obscured by the water. Or perhaps the secret horny, slutty side of her mind knew exactly what it was getting her into. She shed her sunglasses and sandals, and gracefully dove into the cool water.
The water quenched her embarrassment and anxiety, and after just a few moments in the pool, she was already calming down. Mindy swam a lap or two, dodging bratty kids, then retired to a quiet corner of the pool. She found a pool jet thrusting against the small of her back, and let it give her an impromptu massage. Mindy was sorely tempted to just spend an hour or two sexually abusing this forceful pool jet, but the anticipation was driving her mad.
The torrent of water blasted down her spine, between her butt, tickling her intimate places- which were already rather tickled. Surging pool water was throbbing between her cheeks… between her thighs… between her lips… She dipped her mouth under the water to let out a muffled moan.
No! Not yet, you naughty slut, she chastised herself. Stick to the plan!
Mindy ran her fingers over her body to make sure her swimsuit wasn’t in disarray. Tits in, pussy covered, no wedgie. Everything covered. Just a tasteful, simple, modest one-piece swimsuit.
Mindy lifted herself out of the pool. The world seemed to go silent; all she could her was her pulse pounding in her ears. Wringing the water from her hair, she walked to her beach chair. Not a saunter, not a sashay, no hip shakes; just an ordinary walk. Although Mindy was acutely aware of how much her tits jiggled with every step.
She slipped on her sandals, put on her sunglasses to hide her eyes, and turned to see who had noticed her.
Everyone. Everyone noticed her.
The world hadn’t seemed to go silent; she really had stopped every conversation at the pool. Mindy gulped and looked down.
The swimsuit wasn’t translucent—it was effectively invisible. Little more than a thing coat of paint, hugging every curve of her body. Clinging to every tiny little bump of her very erect nipples. Shrink-wrapped around her labia, her little excited clit, individual pubic hairs…
Mindy’s mind reeled… Was the sunlight so much stronger than her bathroom light? Had she washed it too many times? Was there something in the pool water?
Mindy was always adept at feigning embarrassment. The blush, the sheepish smile, the hand over the face, but this was some serious immersion. Humiliation competed with arousal in her fevered mind. With a squeal, her hands shot to cup her tits and pussy. Her wet breasts wobbled in her trembling hand, and she could feel the warmth in her crotch radiating through her fingertips.
Mindy ran- across a slippery wet poolside. Which meant she ran slowly and awkwardly. With her arms wrapped around her tits and crotch, her hips worked even harder, adding a lascivious wiggle to her hips.
She had almost made it to the door to the lobby, when she realized she had forgotten her wrap. She paused, panicking. Go back for it? It was at least a shred of cover. There were a thousand eyes crawling over her exposed body. Why didn’t she bring a towel?!
Mindy gazed back at her abandoned wrap at the far end of the pool, but all she could were eyes. Leering men, scowling women, laughing children. And phones. At least a dozen phones, shamelessly recording her humiliation from every angle.
Nope. Time to go.
Mindy dashed into the lobby, still choked with travelers arriving and departing. She instantly became the center of attention, and she dodged and wound through the crowds.
All this movement, combined with the wetness, combined with the… eagerness in her aroused kitty was making the swimsuit gusset ride up into her labia. Mindy tugged the intrusive fabric- and it happened. With a POP heard across the lobby, the crotch of her swimsuit ripped apart.
The bottom of her suit flew apart like a whipcrack, Mindy went from virtually nude to actually nude, with her ass and vagina on full display in front of hundreds of gawking strangers.
The crowd gasped! Mindy screamed! She gave up shielding her tits and grabbed the tattered tail of her swimsuit, trying to stretch it over her exposed backside. The stress on the suit heaved her tits out in almost pornographic cleavage.
As if running through a gawking mob wasn’t humiliating enough, running with her hands fumbling between her shaking thighs made Mindy a stumbling mess. If she could just get the two halves back together over her puss, maybe she could hold them with one hand. And then should could cover her tits. Or her face.
Success! She got both halves of material clutched in one hand, between her thighs. Mindy could feel the heat of her pussy against her hand. Feel it dribbling juices on her fingers in fevered anticipation. Even more than losing her clothes in front of dozens of strangers, this made her feel so dirty. So slutty. Mindy couldn’t take much more…
POP! POP! The straps over her shoulders were no sturdier than the strip that had covered her pussy. In her panic, Mindy pulled the swimsuit too hard, bursting her tits free!
Mindy’s full breasts glistened in the midday sun, still wet with pool water. Her swimsuit was little more than a tattered cummerbund, and she hand only her two slim hands to hide her fat breasts, round ass and damp pussy.
“No! Don’t look! DON’T LOOK!” Mindy whimpered, but her objections were roundly ignored.
Every eye in the lobby was exploring her wet naked body. She had to thrust and rub that denuded body against countless strangers to part her way through the crowd, and until finally reaching the elevator bank.
An elevator, going up! Mindy leaped inside just as the doors closed!
Of course… it was a full elevator. Mindy panted like a whore, pressed shoulder to shoulder with tourists and senior citizens. Even a busboy delivering room service. All of them were completely dumbstruck at the sight of this beautiful, delirious, naked woman.
An older gentleman was removing his jacket, when the elevator reached Mindy’s floor. She fled the car and made her nude streak to her room. Thankfully, she had left the door was unlocked. If Mindy had only learned one lesson from her misadventures, it was to always leave her door unlocked. Room keys were often collateral damage.
Mindy slammed the door shut and fell to her knees. Before she even realized it, her fingers were savaging her aching pussy. Bent over on all fours, her nipples rubbed against the rough berber carpeting.
Her lust-drunk mind replayed the ordeal over and over again. How shear the swimsuit was, like there was nothing there at all. Nothing hiding her body from throngs of strangers. The feeling of the fabric tearing across her body, her bare wet flesh spilling out for all to see. Hundreds of eyes, studying, memorizing her most private places.
“Don’t look… don’t look… I’m not a slut…” She tore the last of beleaguered swimsuit from her gyrating body, fully nude at long last. Her ass waved in the air, pumping her sopping wet fingers like a lewd piston…
Mindy moaned as a meteoric orgasm ravaged her body, leaving her panting and quivering. Exhausted, she crawled into the cool sheets of her bed and passed out. She waited until much later – until the quiet hours of the night – to check out. Even several hours later, there were still people whispering about the “streaker” and comparing phone clips.
Mindy was definitely going to have to wait a while before revisiting this particular hotel!
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