Alexa is Intrigued by a Streaker

6) Get in your car, drive slowly across the entire parking lot, park at far end (not typical, but something she sometimes did to sit in the only part of the parking lot with shade at mid-day and eat her lunch)

7) Get out of the car, walk the length of shopping center sidewalk, (something she'd done a few times back when stores were still occupied, today just verifying that nobody else was around.

She knew she was now as close to her workplace as at any point in her travels, within 200 feet. She could just walk back to work right now, fully dressed, and have a nice, quiet, stress-free day. After a full minute spent thinking about the road not taken, Alexa turned away from her workplace.

"So far, so good," she thought. Everything is going as planned, with no sign of anyone in the stores and the usual nonexistent traffic. Maybe this won't be as hard as I've been thinking it would be," she told herself, though she knew the degree of difficulty was about to go up. A lot.

8) Head back on the sidewalk along the storefronts to the far end of the center where your car is parked. Every time you pass a store entrance, unbutton one of the buttons on your blouse, in any order you prefer.

"Ahhh, even though I knew this was coming, it still kind of feels like a shock!" Alexa whispered to herself, "I guess the shock is that I'm trying this at all!" she said in a clearer voice as she passed the first of many store entrances and reached for the button at her blouse's collar. She realized she must have been preparing for this when she got dressed this morning; she normally never buttoned the top two buttons on a blouse like this!

Despite having to deal with the additional buttons, her slow walking pace and some delay caused by the considerable shaking her hands were doing after the fourth button, her blouse was fully open and flowing behind her in the breeze in less than eight minutes. With all six buttons unfastened, Alexa took a deep breath and reminded herself what step 9 now demanded of her.

9) Once your blouse is completely unbuttoned, find a trash receptacle and throw your blouse away.

Undoing all the buttons on her blouse in public had seemed quite daring enough; actually removing it out there and throwing it away seemed downright reckless. She was fast approaching the point of not having a good explanation for her appearance if anyone were to ask. "Fortunately, there's nobody around but me, so off it comes!" she said out loud. Her bravado was undercut somewhat by the way she shook a bit as she slipped her left arm free; the shaking only intensified once her right arm was free, with the blouse now completely off. "I know the crazy chick who wrote these instructions; I'll bet she thought I wouldn't get this far!" Alexa thought as she dropped the blouse in the first trash receptacle she came upon.

A few days earlier, Alexa had made a quick visit after work to a local Goodwill thrift store to prepare for today's challenge, knowing there was at least a slim chance she might get far enough along in her plan to treat at least some piece of her ensemble as disposable! She thought the chance she would actually dispose of her entire outfit was minuscule, laughably improbable, but she was a meticulous planner and also didn't want a reluctance to part with any item of her normal clothing to influence the outcome of her experiment. Since her entire outfit had cost her less than $20, (other than her favorite sandals, which she had no intention of permanently parting with) she was prepared, at least financially, to lose everything she was still wearing above her ankles. Whether she was prepared to go anywhere near that far emotionally was still very much an open question as she moved on to step 10.

10) Each time you pass a store entrance, undo one button on your skirt. If (or rather when) it is loose enough to slide off you, let it! Step out of the skirt and stuff it through a mail slot at one of the stores, all the way through until it drops to the floor inside the store.

What the hell had she been thinking when she developed these instructions? Surely not that she'd have to comply with them herself! Losing the blouse hadn't really been too outrageous since the only bra she'd found at the thrift store in her size was dark, full cut, and made of a solid fabric; it wasn't really any more revealing than some tops her friends wore out clubbing.

Getting out of the skirt was a different matter. Pretty much never did you see anyone at a shopping center like this dressed below the waist in only a lacy purple thong like the one now peeking out above the waistband of her skirt after she'd undone the first of four buttons. The thong looked much more like something you might see a stripper wearing, at least temporarily. "Maybe I should have looked for something less flashy in the back of my lingerie drawer," she thought as the second button being undone let the waistband of her skirt slide noticeably lower down her butt.

"Then again, improbable as it still seems, if I somehow don't lose my nerve in the next few minutes, the style of panties I began this adventure wearing really won't matter anymore!" The realization of how close she was getting to full-on nudity made her shudder, in a surprisingly good way. A mix of fear and arousal was building in her as she set off for the next entrance.

The next store entrance was fairly far off, as she was now passing a large grocery store. She welcomed the delay before she would need to undo button number three, and drew out her remaining time with her skirt still looking sort of respectable by stopping a few times to read various notices taped inside the store windows, "Hmmmn, there's a fundraiser for St. Cuthbert's school band next week," she read silently, "and a Honda Civic for sale." Realizing she was stalling, she finally stopped her dawdling and resumed her march toward the next entrance.

Popping the third button was almost enough to let gravity have its way with the imitation silk skirt. Almost, but not quite; despite the temperature having risen to the low 80's, Alexa felt a chill knowing that her essentially naked butt was only fractions of an inch away from being completely revealed! She paused at the next store entrance, one with a recessed door which combined with adjacent windows to make a pretty good three-way mirror.

She was fairly amazed at the sight of her reflection, dressed as it was in only a bra, a positively sinful looking thong, now mostly in view, and her skirt, which was now riding about as low on her hips as possible! She was so busy admiring her reflection that she didn't remember for a minute that reaching this entrance meant that it was time to release the final button. She fumbled with it briefly, a reasonable reaction to her awareness of how little she was about to be wearing, in plain view, at what was it by now, maybe 12:30 in the afternoon?

When she'd decided just a few days ago to make this attempt to carry out her plan, she had also decided that if, or more realistically, when she reached a point where she couldn't make herself take any more clothing off, she would continue to act out each step, pretending to strip without actually removing any clothing.

She knew she would look odd pantomiming most of her strip and streak, but thought it would allow her to at least imagine a little bit of what truly living out the entire plan would have felt like. She was now one button away from blowing past the point she had expected to switch to pretending to strip!

Alexa hung on to the skirt for a long moment after freeing the final button, suddenly reluctant to let the skirt drop to the sidewalk. She looked at her reflection in the door, realizing for the first time she was breathing noticeably harder than usual, about as if she had just run up several flights of stairs.

She turned slowly, looking back over her shoulder, and saw that though she hadn't yet let go of the skirt it was now low enough to reveal her entire ass. She considered her butt to be her sexiest feature, full and rounded but kept firm by her regular gym sessions. The view over her shoulder confirmed that her thong was showing it off nicely!

Since the skirt had ceased to cover anything it was meant to, she let it go and stepped out of the small puddle of fabric that settled around her feet. Knowing any hesitation might let doubts about her present course of action take over, she quickly dropped to her knees and stuffed the skirt into the mail slot a foot or so above the sidewalk. Her heart was racing but skipped a beat when she released the last bit of the pleated garment and watched it disappear through the slot and settle on the floor inside the store.

Alexa gave some serious thought to ending her quest now, or at least switching to her imitation striptease option; she already looked scandalous and couldn't really lose any more clothing without some truly serious exposure. She was well aware of what the next step would require.

She hadn't really expected to be able to push herself this far and had already been far bolder than she thought possible; on the other hand, when would she ever be in this kind of situation again, having such a public space all to herself, allowing her to be so daring? "I'm so close!" she thought, "I think I might actually be able to do this, to go all the way!" Even after her decision was made, she found herself shaking as she began step 11.

11) Walk out to a point halfway between the stores and your car. Take your bra off. Slowly. When you have it off, take the coin out of the bag and flip it; heads -- unlock the car and put the bra inside, tails -- walk back to the nearest store and stuff the bra through the mail slot.

Alexa took a couple of steps off the sidewalk onto the parking lot, then stopped. Despite having started off, she doubted she could go topless out in such an open spot; up to now all of her disrobing had taken place in the relative shelter of the deep shade at the sidewalk, partly hidden by trash receptacles, planters, columns, and benches, not out in the wide-open, sunny parking lot!

She silently cursed herself for having parked so far from the building, knowing the resulting spot where her own instructions were calling for her to stand while slowly stripping out of her bra was at least 60 feet from either the building or her car. The location would leave her far from any shelter but would potentially give any passerby lucky enough to come by at the right time an unobstructed view of her open-air striptease!

Standing still at the edge of the parking lot, she told herself that back when she'd made up this plan, even when she'd parked the car a short time ago, she probably had believed the car's location would be irrelevant by this point, fully expecting that she'd already have quit removing clothing a step or two ago.

The possibility now occurred to Alexa that some previously unknown part of her psyche had intentionally chosen such an open area for her to occupy as she freed herself from her bra, eagerly anticipating how exposed she would be in that spot! "I could have parked right next to the sidewalk, but I didn't," she whispered, as if she was revealing a shameful secret, "I chose this." She now faced another choice; whether to keep removing clothing or give in to the temptation to just act out the removal of what little remained of her outfit.

As she resumed her slow walk towards the midpoint between the building and her car she thought, "If I do have an inner exhibitionist trying to get me out of my clothes, I have to admit she's doing a good job. An hour ago I'd have bet a month's pay that by now I'd just be going through the motions. I can't believe I'm doing any of this!"

Reaching her destination but still undecided about continuing with her striptease, Alexa scanned her surroundings one more time; taking comfort in the utterly quiet setting, she took a deep breath and reached for the bra strap riding on her left shoulder. She pretended to lift the strap off her shoulder and down her arm, even pretending to wriggle her arm out from inside the loose imaginary strap, then suddenly stopped. After a long pause, she closed her eyes, and slipped a finger under the strap to slide it slowly down her upper arm and over her elbow, this time for real!

Despite feeling a little light-headed, she slipped her left arm out of the dangling strap and repeated the process on her right side. She reached behind her back with her right hand, feeling her way to the four small hooks at the center of her back which were now all that was allowing the bra to keep her ample breasts covered. Holding her left arm tight to the front of the bra, she whispered, "okay, looks like I'm really doing this after all!" and popped the hooks loose; the back straps sprung away, exposing her entire back!

After one more look around to see if she had acquired an audience, she looked down at her breasts, now covered only because her left forearm was still holding the cups of her bra loosely in place. She hesitated for a moment, not because of any lingering modesty, but just to allow herself time to revel in each new sensation.

Ignoring the pounding of her heart, she squeezed her right breast as she shifted her left arm slightly, just enough to let the bra slip away, uncovering her left breast! She smiled as she pulled the bra away from her body, completely revealing her full, teardrop-shaped breasts and small pink nipples!

Surprised by a sudden wish that some unseen observer might now be enjoying her act, she playfully swung the bra around a few times before draping it over her shoulder, thinking, "this is probably as close as I'll ever get to actually being a stripper, so I may as well act the part!" She knew that if she had gone on with her imitation strip act she'd have missed out on a feeling like none she had ever experienced.

She remembered how a boyfriend she had during her Sophomore year had asked her to strip for him. She had flat out refused to even consider performing a striptease then, in the privacy of her dorm room and for the pleasure of only one man, who she was already having sex with. Now she was doing a very public striptease for the enjoyment of any stranger who might happen to look her way! Even more amazing, she was actually enjoying herself!

She was shocked that imagining herself being a stripper affected her the way it did; her pulse shot up, she could feel her face flush and her nipples stiffen. She offered a silent retroactive apology to her former boyfriend, saying, "Sorry, Josh; if I'd known how much I'd end up liking this I'd definitely have stripped for you."

She fished the coin out and flipped it; tails. She had strong reservations about putting one of her two remaining bits of clothing beyond her reach; as skimpy as they were, they would be vastly better than nothing if she needed to cover up. Doubts considered and overcome, she felt her pulse getting faster again as she complied with the instructions, stuffing the bulky bra through the same mail slot which had swallowed her skirt a few minutes ago.

Seeing herself reflected in the door, practically naked, she shuddered as she thought about how drastically her outfit had been diminished in just the last few minutes. She shook in earnest as she thought about whether or not she should go on to step 12. She actually already knew whether she ought to proceed; of course not, what she was doing now was insane! She also knew there was no chance she could stop before completing at least one more step!

12) Walk back out to a point halfway between the stores and your car. Take off your panties. Slowly. When you have them off, flip the coin again; heads -- unlock the car and put the panties inside, tails -- walk back to the nearest store and stuff the panties through the mail slot.

"Simple enough in theory, making up this challenge in the fully dressed safety of your apartment or workplace," Alexa thought as she walked slowly back to the same spot where she had stripped out of her bra moments ago, now to be the setting for her to peel off her thong, "considerably harder if you're actually out in the open deciding whether or not to take off your last bit of clothing, not to mention possibly putting said last piece of clothing irrevocably out of reach! How am I even considering this?"

Now that she was finally on the verge of being naked, she wondered how her current plan had become so focused on the process of stripping instead of actually running around in the nude; "maybe I'm more of a stripper at heart than a frolic about naked kind of girl," she thought, "but I can't say for sure unless I try that kind of streaking, and maybe just for the sake of comparison, strip for real sometime with an actual audience! So many things to try..."

Then the memory of her recent reaction to acting like a stripper took over; she breathed a little harder as she hooked her thumbs over the waistband of the thong and began working them down, down, down, as slowly as she could stand, teasing herself mercilessly. She wondered if she was teasing anyone else at the moment, but knew that she wouldn't be torturing any lucky spectator currently watching her for much longer! She wished she had a mirror to see how she looked right then, with her ass now free of what little cover the thong had been providing.

She didn't need a mirror to have a good view of her clit and pussy as they were revealed. Just the night before she had shaved away all but a tiny tuft of her blonde pubes to show her sex off as completely as possible, even though she had thought it extraordinarily unlikely that she'd follow the plan anywhere like this far, or that anything like this much of her body would be exposed! "If anyone is watching... ohhh man, I hope someone is!" she whispered, shocking herself one more time as she pulled the lacy garment halfway down her thighs!

Alexa felt a surge of energy with each slight movement of the thong, her pulse now pounding in her ears as her reveal was complete. She knew it wouldn't take much at all now to push her over the edge into an orgasm, but managed, barely, to hold herself back. She had accepted the fact that she might be seen by someone while naked, and incredibly enough was even getting to like the idea, but masturbating in public wasn't about to happen for her, "Not now, anyway," she thought.

She let go of the thong entirely and watched it slip down her legs and settle on the asphalt parking lot surface. She stared at it a moment, stunned at what she had just done, then disentangled it from her feet and picked it up. She looked around sheepishly to see if anyone might have arrived just in time to see her complete her strip. She was relieved, mostly, to see no sign she had been watched, and moved on to her next task.

With her thong now removed it was time for the coin flip to determine its fate. She would be a little sad if she couldn't keep it as a souvenir of this amazing experience, and everything else she'd started her adventure wearing was already lost to her. She was also more than a little nervous about having to finish her remaining tasks without a single garment of any sort available to her! "Am I really going to let the flip of a coin deprive me of my last bit of cover?" she thought, then quickly answered her own question, "Apparently I am!" as she flipped the coin one more time. She held her breath as the coin spun in the air; tails again!

She walked over to the same mail slot as before, wondering what whoever eventually found her discarded pieces of clothing would guess about how they had come to be there. When she reached the door she paused, not due to any remaining reluctance to give up the thong, but just to take in her reflection.

She saw her naked reflection just about every day in the privacy of her apartment, but seeing herself totally nude with a parking lot, open sky and buildings in the background was a completely new experience. She smiled as the thong disappeared through the mail slot, reunited with her bra and skirt. "Okay girl, now you're really working without a net," she whispered to herself. The last shred of her clothing having been discarded, Alexa moved on to step 13.