The Exhibitionist/Ride a bicycle through the park wearing nothing but a form-fitting shirt
From Create Your Own Story
You nod as an idea finally strikes you.
"I want you to ride a bicycle through the park wearing nothing but a form fitting shirt."
I look at you. "Any specific shirt?"
You shake your head. "No, but it does need to be one of your form fitting ones."
I go to my closet, grabbing one of my tight, long shirts. Technically, it is a night shirt, but after I put it on, you can see it cling to my curves, molding itself to my form. The pink shirt stands out, Sweet Dreams written in white, stylized words.
While standing, the shirt comes down to just below my pussy in the front, hiding my intimate front, but the back follows the curve of my ass, exposing the bottom of my cheeks. Stretching even slightly as I yawn, the shirt pulls up, no longer hiding the hair between my legs, shaved with just a small strip remaining. I start to put my arms down quickly, then stop mid-movement. I keep them up for a few extra, exaggerated seconds.
After all, I think to myself. I do want to show off, and I am not worried about him doing anything bad.
"Can I at least wear shoes too?" I ask. You shake your head yes. I slip on some pink slip on shoes, nothing special about them, although as I bend over to slip them on, it becomes obvious again that there is nothing covering my ass.
"Okay," I say, all done. "Is this acceptable?"
You nod again.
"I will go later tonight," I say, and with that, walk out.
The trip
Darkness had fallen.
7:00 PM.
8:00 PM.
9:00 PM.
10:00 PM.
11:00 PM.
Midnight.
Now, I thought.
My breath was ragged. I had not done anything like this for a long time, but urges had to be met.
I slipped out of my clothes, then pulled my pink, form fitting night shirt over me. I slipped on my shoes and headed out the door.
As I grabbed my bicycle from beside the garage, the awareness of just how short the shirt covered me was made clear. Trying to straddle the seat, even this slight parting of my legs was enough to show the very bottom of my intimate parts, where my legs merged to form more erotic regions.
I pushed myself on the seat, and tried to pull the shirt down, standing up, sitting down, trying to get the shirt under me, to cover me.
Excitement and nervousness coursed through me, an almost nauseating mix of euphoria.
I started off, down the streets lit only by street lights, empty, quiet.
The park was close, so it did not take long to get there. I entered it, the wide path guiding me in my adventure.
I rode almost with one hand, trying to pull the shirt back down each time it rode up, almost the instant I let go.
As I rode, I saw a shape on a bench. Getting closer, I noticed it was a homeless man, sleeping on the park bench. So cliche, I thought to myself. I almost turned, but decided to be brave, to keep going down this path. Holding the shirt, stretching it down so it covered the most important parts, I rode past him, holding myself back from peddling as fast as I could. I breathed a sigh of relief as I pedaled past and saw no movement from him.
I continued on, going towards the basketball court.
The light of the basketball court was still on, but then again, they never turned it off, so I rode towards it. As I got closer, I heard the sounds of sneakers on concrete, someone playing this late at night.
I stopped, hesitant. I stood there, torn, between wanting to go on and avoiding it completely. There was more than one path, I could avoid it if I wanted.
