Strip in the Park- Part 1/2

This idea came from one of my readers who shares this fantasy with me, and I hope you enjoy it as much as we will.

Stepping outside, this still didn’t feel real. There was the honking of traffic blocks away, the wind rushing past my face, and the smell of the restaurant next door, but it took a pinch on the arm to ground me into realizing that this was actually happening. Walking away from the hotel, I walked further out of the small city center, and it steadily got quieter as I walked.

I had never been to this city before, and my job had brought me here for a conference. It was a smaller city, an older city that had set down historic city limits centuries ago and decided that it had grown enough. It was beautiful with lots of parks and green space, and as the roads transitioned from stores and restaurants into residential areas, my heart began to quicken.

Hitching my empty bag up on my shoulder, I went over the game plan once more- I wanted tonight to play out just like I’d read about online.

For years, I’ve been a fan of message boards all about strip games and exhibitionism and ENM, and I’ve read erotica that had me reaching for the lotion bottle before I was even a few paragraphs past the first line. I was fascinated by the real and fictional exploits of some men, and there was one trope that got me every time. I’d seen this in short stories and frantically typed posts where I was sure that the guy was reliving that high again as he typed.

The task was simple- head to some unpopulated area, undress and pack all of your clothing into a bag until you were as naked as the day you were born, and then see how far you could walk away from your dignity before your heart was about to beat out of your chest. You could set a time limit or a certain number of steps, or you could have a goal in mind- walk until you saw a specific color flower. The idea was intoxicating, but I lived in New York City where there wasn’t really a single location that could have me accomplishing this goal.

Here though… I just had to take my chance. I hadn’t seen anyone on the sidewalks in the past three minutes, and as the chosen park appeared in front of me, I knew that it was time. This was an old park, established as a nature preserve for the river that ran along the northern border of the city. There were no playgrounds or basketball courts- just nature paths, lots of benches, and a statue of the city’s founder near the center.

Tonight, I was going to have some fun. Google Maps said that it was about a ten-minute walk from the front entrance to the statue, and I had planned everything. I was going to walk for two minutes, take off my first item, and then put it in my bag. I’d continue this until I was naked, and I’d stow my bag under the nearest bench, walking the rest of the way to and from the statue with just my phone and my shoes. The idea was exhilarating, and my heart was already pumping as I set the first timer on my phone and began walking.

I jumped as my phone quietly vibrated that the time was up, and with shaking hands, I took off my backpack, pulled my t-shirt over my head, and stuffed it quickly inside. Slipping the bag back over my left shoulder, I set a new timer and kept walking.

“Normal. This is completely and totally normal…”

I was whispering affirmations to myself as I kept walking, waiting on the vibration to signal that I was going past the point of no return. Right now, I was walking in gym shorts and no shirt, which wouldn’t cause alarm at all. I just looked like I was exercising, but that would soon change once the next item came off.

As the alert went off on my phone, I went to the nearest bench and pinched myself on the arm again to center myself. This was really happening. Reaching for my waistband, I pulled my shorts off quickly to keep myself from backing out and stuffed them back into my bag. I was now wearing just my shoes and a pair of briefs, and for the next two minutes, I’d be walking where anyone could see me.

The night had been empty so far, but that could change at any moment. There were multiple entrances to the park, so someone could pop out ahead of me. I was on a long, straight portion of the path now which meant that someone far away would see me before I even had time to hide. The thought was terrifying and exhilarating, and I was feeling that reading this stuff online was nothing compared to actually experiencing it. This was real.

My phone seemed to take forever this time to go off, but finally, it did. My hands were shaking as I laid my phone and my backpack on the bench, and they shook worse as they made contact with my waistband. I was about to get naked in a public park. There would be nothing covering me from my head to my ankles.

Looking down, I saw my underwear pool around my shoes, and as if someone else was controlling my legs, I stepped out of them. I stuffed them into my bag, and then I hid it under the bench.

With just my phone and a growing erection, I started walking again. The park was empty now, but I wasn’t sure if it would stay that way…