The Thrill of the Chase
A story about a young woman who, despite her better judgement, gives into her desire to be pursued, exposed and humiliated, because it excites her more than her reason can control.
Chapter 1 - The Beginnings of the Fantasy
Victoria was an elegant young woman from Bristol. She was confident, accomplished, especially on the piano, and drew attention from all she met, particularly men.
Victoria had a natural beauty. She had long, golden brown hair that hung in wavy tressels, when she did not tie it up to reveal her slender neck, She kept herself fit by running daily and this showed in her athletic form, which was well defined, toned, yet soft in the places where that mattered. She was proud of how she looked and dressed with style to accentuate her appeal.
She was not afraid of being out front with all eyes on her. When she performed on the piano she came alive. Her fingers dancing on the keys, with a smile on her face, entertaining and impressing all who listened to her wonderful music. However, beneath this lurked an unspoken insecurity. In fact over the years it had become so overbearing it had evolved into an obsession, and then further it had emerged as her darkest desire. Victoria had an overwhelming fear of being caught naked and vulnerable, and yet it excited her too.
The beginnings of this had been relatively trivial, and not unfamiliar to most of us in our own adolescent experiences. Victoria though, as a teenager, had found it particularly excruciating to have to change and shower for sports or the pool when at Abbey School. To be instructed to be naked, even for a short while, and be observed by others was just too overwhelming.
She carried this shyness into her adult life. Once she went with a friend on her first spa day. The member of staff who hosted them explained that they must take off all their clothes and shower to ready themselves for their treatment. To be instructed, and then to undress in the company of her friend, brought her adolescent fears to the surface again. However, once the treatments had begun and strange hands were placed upon her, rubbing and squeezing all over her body in every part, she began to enjoy the sensuality of the experience. More than that, she had actually found herself taking a little pleasure in letting herself be touched by a stranger in quite intimate places. As she left that day the staff on reception smiled and thanked Victoria and her friend for their custom, and hoped they would be back. Victoria noted the screen on the reception desk showing on all the security camera feeds. Had the rest of the staff caught glimpses of her naked during the course of their visit?
A new way of thinking developed in her mind. She still could not imagine herself being confidently and voluntarily naked in front of people. She would be mortified to go to a nudist resort for example, or even to go topless on a holiday beach. However, perhaps if she was not aware of being seen naked, or if she was made to get naked, it would be different. She began to think it might even be thrilling for this to happen to her, especially if there was some delicious reward for finding herself vulnerable and helpless. Thoughts of being subjected to sexually gratifying acts, yet not herself in control of the situation, filled her with the strongest longing to make fantasy a reality.
With this new mindset Victoria found herself on a journey. She began to masturbate regularly with these thoughts filling her mind. Just the fact that she did not know where it might lead added to her excitement, and so she could not help herself from daring to find new ways to step the fantasy up, notch by notch.
To begin with it was mostly in her head, but when she was comfortable in bed and fantasising about being seen naked she began to physically act out her scenarios. She would imagine being seen naked by some unknown observer. She would roll over, and get up on all fours in her bed and imagine hidden eyes upon her every intimate part. She would caress her nipples and imagine her observer admiring her breasts as they swung beneath her. She would spread her legs a little and imagine them lusting after her pert ass and delicious pussy, which she stroked and teased until it was fully wet. Then she would imagine the watcher not being able to resist her, coming to her, and entering her in her vulnerable state. She had created a special sequence for her Dolce toy for this part, one which would feel to her like a hard cock entering, then thrusting, then fucking her pussy faster and faster to an intense orgasm. It would leave her panting in a heap on her bed.
There was no risk though. It was all just fantasy. Victoria was determined to find ways to make it feel that there was some genuine jeopardy for her, and that meant moving it out of the bedroom.
Victoria’s house was quite private with walls, fences and bushes all around the perimeter. However, the neighbouring houses were not spaced out far and there was the possibility, at least in Victoria’s mind, of being seen about her home. Perhaps somebody might peek over the fences, through a gap in the hedges, or from one of the dormer windows across the way she thought to herself. She took to leaving the curtains slightly open at night so she might be seen briefly in her underwear as she changed for bed. She left the blinds up in the bathroom. She imagined a neighbour being able to glimpse her naked body as she got in the shower. As she leant against the wall of the shower fingering herself to this thought she let her moans carry out of the open bathroom window. Maybe somebody can hear me, she thought as she shuddered to another mind-blowing orgasm. At other times of the day she would lay on her sofa looking out of the french windows to the garden, legs spread wide as she teased her clit until she could edge no more and gave into her climax.
Still nothing happened. When on occasion she passed her near neighbours in the street she could see no look in their eye that had seen or heard anything of her naughty behaviour. It was time to step it up another gear and risk being seen outside in her garden.
When Summer came Victoria began regularly sunbathing on her patio. She got herself the skimpiest bikini she could find especially for this. She would take her time oiling herself up and then lay there, turning over from time to time to show off her barely contained breasts, and then her shapely ass. All the while she would imagine some perv spying on her. She was sure they would be thinking about pulling her bikini off and ravaging her. Fantasising about this she would roll over and loosen the tie on her bikini top so it looked like she was managing her tanlines. Really she just liked the thrill of her tits being free under her body and just a simple turn of her body from being completely exposed. She would also pull at her bikini briefs so that the material rode up the crack of her ass and left both cheeks completely bare and exposed. Should anyone look now she was practically naked. She would let her hand snake under body to rub her clit at this point and slowly bring herself off to a delicious orgasm in the sunshine.
Victoria grew in confidence. She would find excuses to go out in the garden on sunny days in her gown and underwear, perhaps to hang some washing, or to throw some food for the birds. She would let the gown slip open and not make any attempt to cover up. This was so thrilling for her but still she wanted more.
Now she developed in her mind a scenario where she would get locked out, ‘by accident’, completely naked. She knew if she let the back door swing shut she would not be able to open it from the outside, but if she also left a window open round the side of the house she would be able to climb back in. But it was very risky. She put it out of her mind, or at least she tried to, but it was always there in her thoughts, tormenting her. She finally felt she had no choice but to give in and act out this plan. So a week later she waited until dusk and made the necessary preparations. Double checking the window at the side of the house was open, she stood at the back door in just her gown, naked beneath. She paused and asked herself if this was really a good idea. She must do it, she told herself. Still she waited a little longer, and then suddenly, almost impulsively, she let the gown drop and stepped out onto the patio naked, the door swinging shut behind her. She froze. This was not a good idea but there was no turning back. Possessed by the fear of being seen naked by her neighbours she scampered round the corner of the house in her bare feet. The window was easy to open but she had not accounted for the fact that it was a little high on the wall, requiring her to jump a little and pull herself up to the sill before she could get herself back inside. She was conscious of her bare bottom wiggling in the air as she clambered through the window. Inside Victoria breathed in and out heavily. She had scared herself too much with this latest little game. Later in bed she made herself cum, as much as anything to comfort herself, but still there was a thrill in the risk and the fear she had felt.
Still Victoria wanted more. Something more public. She had plans for her run tomorrow.
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