Questions about excuses

So, I wanted to ask some of you something.

Lets say someone was coming over for a repair. Like a hot water unit repair in a bathroom, or to collect stuff for moving, or install cable, or whatever.

What kind of excuses would seem plausible to a guy for a girl to show herself off either partially or fully exposed. Not just any excuse, but an excuse that seems believable on why a girl would be seen by the guy in a partially undressed or completely undressed state.

I know some, like leaving the bedroom door cracked while changing, but that doesn't give me any ideas when the repairman is in the bathroom by the living room, fixing the hot water heater. He wouldn't see unless he wandered around the house, which he shouldn't be doing.

I want to give a bit of a tease, but not give them the impression that I want to have sex, so they would need to think that the exposure is unintentional.

I have some clothes that are a bit opaque that I can get away with, but want to know how to take it even further. Running through the living room in a towel to get to the bathroom for my shower is okay, and my towel slipping, but, aside from something like that, I cannot think of other ways to actually be in a sexy little nothing, or nothing at all, without them thinking I am showing off on purpose.

Wearing a short skirt is okay, exposing panties, but what if I just want him to see me in the panties without the skirt? Or bottomless?

A top that is slightly see through, while I am wearing no bra, is easy to justify, but how do I do away with the shirt, and just wear a bra, or go completely topless?

So, any male readers out there, I beg, please give me some ideas. I have the moving guys coming in a few days, and want to be ready. I already missed a great opportunity when the water heater repair man was over. Once I move, I will even have to have the cable guys over, and some delivery guys. Lots of opportunities, and I really need your help. I will even write up some stories based on what I try.

Please, please, leave me your comments below.

A night time bicycle ride

I used to do this frequently, go for bike rides very late at night. But, they weren't just any bike rides. In fact, I am shaking a bit right now, as I write this, remembering it, the thrill, the excitement, the danger.


I poked my head out the door, watching the darkness for signs of other people. The streetlights glowed eerily in the night, watchful over not another soul.

The road brightened for an instant, a car returning home after a very late night. Or leaving for a very early morning. My heart pounded in my ears, feeling like it might burst out of my chest. It thrilled me with the danger and risk, of a late night bicycle ride.

The car passed, showing no signs of slowing down, until the tail lights dwindled away to nothing. I took one hesitant step out, bare leg exposed to the cold night air.

Standing there, waiting for someone to come by, afraid I would be stopped the instant I tried to go out. I waited, watching, eyes probing the darkness and its pools of light.

When no one else passed by, I opened the door, standing in the front door entrance.

I stood there, in sneakers, perfect to run, or jump, or play. This time these sneakers would be used to pedal around. Moving up from my sneakers were long, bare legs, goose bumps already forming from the cold night air caressing the bare, shaved skin. Further up, a hand held firmly in front of my pubic hair, covering up my naughty part. Realizing how silly this was, I dropped it, showing off my full, red, never shaved fur. At later times, it would be shaved, but not this time, not my first late night bicycle ride.

My stomach, small, tight, marred only by a belly button turned inward, a stomach that was moving rapidly with short, quick breaths. Excitement and fear warred within me, leaving me half panicked, yet thrilled.

Further up was the other arm, placed horizontal across my breasts, covering them as best as the arm could. Just like with the hand lower down, the arm dropped as I shook my head over how silly I was being. There was no one around. No one could see me. Besides, what is the use of taking a naked bicycle ride while trying to cover up my naked parts?

Nipples poking out, caressed by the cold night air, hard, expectant, moved up and down slightly as I made my way to my bicycle.

My throat felt tight, partially from the almost panic I felt, as I swallowed again and again, trying to stop myself from running back into the house, give up this silly ride. This wasn't the first time I had ridden my bicycle late at night, but this was the first time I had ever done it clothed in nothing more than socks and shoes.

My face slipped between worry and delight, my eyes glowing in the night. But my smile, it never slipped. It was so exciting. It was so bold. It was so daring. It was so dangerous. If anyone had seen me, they would have known who I was, my body and face shown to the world.

I bent down, facing away from the road, worried that if another car came by, and I noticed in time, I would dart straight for the house. Busying myself on the lock, I tried to completely ignore the world around me, the blood pounding in my ears.

I turned the numbers one by one, trying to line up the combination in the poor light. The numbers finally lined up, slipping the lock free. Letting it drop to the ground, I rolled the bicycle out to the street, a soft click, click, click, following me. As I reached the street, I looked both ways, ready to let go of it and run into the house, but no one was around at this time.

I felt a thrill run through me as I lifted my leg, my pussy opening up to the cool night air, before putting it back down and straddling the cold metal frame.

I stood there, frozen, hundreds of thoughts tumbling through my brain. Finally squashing my fear and doubt, I put one foot on a pedal, lifted my ass, and pushed down.

The cool air brushed me, welcoming me to the night. I settled my ass on the seat and started pedaling, my destination unknown. As my cheeks settled on the seat, the cold of the seat hit my hot skin. I could feel the soft padding beneath me, the firm material beneath that, supporting my cheeks. As I leaned down, the seat pressed against my pussy lips, the up and down motion of my legs pushing the petals down causing the seat to rub my lips, stimulating me, sending small ripples of pleasure through me with each pedal stroke (I won't mention the chafing, which isn't as sexy, but is one of the realities for women riding bicycles...).

I gathered speed, riding around the block, unsure about leaving the comfort of my neighborhood, a place to quickly escape to. Breasts bouncing, legs pumping, I rode around the block: once, twice, three times. A stray dog or two was out, the occasional living room light still on, but not another soul was around, leaving me free to ride my bicycle naked, without fear, without worry.

As the intoxication wore off, and the sense of worry disappeared, it became less thrilling, and more comfortable; just a nice, invigorating bicycle ride with the air washing over me, cooling my body as I heated up. Sweat formed, lightly coating my forehead, my thighs, my back, and my pussy continued to be teased by the soft, yet firm seat beneath my naked bottom.

Relaxing, and feeling more confident, I ventured further, heading out to the big, wide streets. The relative quiet, empty space of the neighborhoods was replaced by the relative quiet of empty streets and closed businesses. There were a few car headlights here and there, but far away from me, turning before they came too close.

I pedaled along, now feeling absolutely comfortable, like it was nothing. Then, the first car passed me. Going the opposite way, the car was soon past. I stopped, breathing heavily, watching its tail lights dwindle behind, waiting for those lights to stop, to turn around, to come back and find me. Adrenaline coursed through me, my body ready for flight. The tail lights dwindled away into nothing. I stood there, straddling my bicycle, but no one came back to find me. No one came to yell at me. No police showed up to arrest me. I was free.

I started off again, standing to gather my speed again. Soon I was underway again, riding around with no destination.

(The first time, nothing else interesting happened, however, I went out for many more rides, and was seen more than once on my rides. In fact, this was what resulted in me being arrested for indecent exposure, but since I was a minor at the time, nothing was done, other than me being grounded for a long time. I won’t write about that here though. To make this more interesting, I will include a few additional interesting points from other, later rides, below here.)

Getting braver, I pedaled down the street, towards the gas station. While it didn't have people gassing up all the time, it did have a gas station attendant at all times.

I slowed down as I approached, and noticed a car at the gas pump. Seeing someone there, I almost turned around, but forced myself to pedal past. The man pumping gas into his car looked once, and then did a double take. I could imagine his eyes widen as this girl rode past the station, breasts bouncing freely, ass in the air, with nothing to cover anything up.

I discovered, when I rode standing up, that, if someone saw me from behind, they would get a nice view of my ass, and occasional glimpses of my pussy as I pushed down on the opposite leg.

A car came up behind me, lights illuminating me, naked, on my bicycle. I did my best to avoid turning to look at the car. I stood up, still pedaling, to show myself off, hoping they would get their view then leave. As the car came up behind me, it slowed down and honked, causing me to jump, my heart feeling like it stopped. It followed for a while, and ended up behind me as we arrived at a stop light, waiting for the light to turn green.

I stood there, waiting for the light, trying to control my breathing, my pulse, as I imagined the driver’s eyes drinking in the sight of my naked body. Studying the muscles of my calves, the curve of my exposed ass. The car pulled up beside me, and my head turned away, not wanting them to see my face. I could picture their eyes studying my body in profile, my breasts, nipples hard, exposed to them. My stomach, fluttering with quick breaths. My fur, shaved, barely seen in the illumination from the overhead street light.

The light turned green, yet I waited. The car waited. I wanted to be away from their roving eyes, they wanted to continue their eye roving.

My pussy flushed with excitement as my brain screamed at me to get away. Finally, I started pedaling, crossing the intersection and continuing up the road. The car followed, slowly. I sped up and the car kept pace. Losing my nerve, I turned a corner, then another, trying to get away from the car. It followed me for the first turn, and then decided it had somewhere else to be, leaving me free to continue my ride without worry.

Riding along, I came across a couple of men walking late at night down a neighborhood street. Feeling braver, and knowing that they could not catch me on a bicycle anyways, I rode past them, slowing down to the point where I almost fell over. Drunken cat calls and whistles bombarded my ears, lewd suggestions thrown at me. I sped up slightly, standing up, and then pedaled away.

Once I was much farther down the street, I decided, as my heart beat in my chest, to go back. I slowed down and stopped a little ways away from them, so they could clearly see me but I could escape if they tried something else (After all, being seen is one thing, but I know the risk, and know what it is like to be raped. I didn't want that fate). They stood still for a minute, eyes leering at me, not moving an inch as they looked my body over, up and down. Once the effect was lost, they moved towards me, calling out their love for me, the intimate things they wanted to do to me. With that, I turned and rode away.

To dress with wind and flowers

One day, I put on my flowered summer dress and went out. I picked this particular day since the wind was enough to pick up the occasional dust devil, but was not constantly blowing. The dress was one of my favorites for this type of activity, since it had the tendency to lift in the wind (The dress was very similar to this).

I also didn't wear a bra or panties.

I walked a long ways that day, down major streets, into Circle K's to get nice, cool beverages, stopping at parks to find things to bend over and pick up, and in the mall, where I found ever opportunity that I could to bend over. The wind also found lots of opportunities to blow up my dress. I have always loved running into the little dust devils, with the wind swirling around me and my eyes shut tight so the dirt flying around in a circle did not get in my eyes. Nothing to do with showing off myself, I have done this since I was very little, but when you are wearing a light dress, and the wind caresses you just right, it happens. Especially with no panties. Sometimes I walked, sometimes I ran, sometimes I even skipped (I know, it seems silly for a teenager to skip, but I had a purpose, so didn't care what people thought of it. I even fell flat on my face in the mall once, again for a purpose, and I don't think I got any laughter).

While I am unsure how many people got naughty little glimpses of me, I know a few who did. These are their reactions (At least the ones I knew about and remember).

The first time that someone noticed was while I was running along. Making sure my dress was flipping up enough to show something, a car passed by, with two men in the front. They honked as they passed, and I stopped, sure they saw something. They slowed down a little and gave me as wolf whistle. To reward them for the whistle, I lifted the bottom so the passenger had no doubt that I was not wearing panties. I was rewarded with a loud "Whooo!" as they finished driving by. Bet they would have done more if they knew how my dirty little mind worked.

At one point, I was in the park, near a playground. A man and his wife were there with their two kids.

The kids ran off to play on the swings and slides, and the man and wife settled down to watch them. I found a nice position where I could flash the man without his wife or the kids seeing, and sat down. I spread my legs, making sure that my dress was pulled tight on top so it could not fall between my legs and obscure the view. The man kept glancing in my direction, maybe a little more than he should. The wife turned a couple times, and saw me, sitting there with my legs shut tight, reading my text messages. While I was not close enough for the man to get a good look at my pussy, I was close enough for him to see that this girl kept spreading her legs, showing her pussy. I even winked once when I caught him looking directly at me. After the second time his wife turned around to see what he was looking at, I decided it was time to move on. Too bad women get jealous when their husbands keep looking at other women (Yes, I do too...just not "as" jealous as some others...).

Moving on, I made my way down our busiest street, towards the mall. I skipped for a while, enjoying the way my dress lifted, giving passing cars glimpses of legs, thighs, sometimes more. I know some saw me, but am unsure how many, since people drive quite fast on that street. (You can get a feeling for it by reading this article, plus you can also figure out which mall from that article if you really, really want to know, and it is named in the first sentence).

I stopped by a store to get a bottle of water, bending over to reach the bottle at the very bottom of the cooler, just as the store was empty and I had noticed the clerk glancing my way. I looked up to much delight to notice him quickly averting his gaze. When I went over to pay, I leaned on the counter, giving a nice view down the front of my dress as I talked to him a little, asking a few questions, and watching him try in vain to glance down the front of my dress without appearing to. It was delightfully naughty, and I would have continued if another customer had not came in.

I proceeded to make my way to the mall. I was tempted to pour water over my head, but thought that might be pushing it too far, as if I was not already pushing it far enough.

Once at the mall, I proceeded to go through the different stores. I found lots of things to check out on bottom shelves, forcing me to bend over, and a couple times was even able to find high shelves, reaching up as far as I could, causing my dress to lift enough to show the bottom of my ass cheeks.

I went into one clothing store and asked to try on some clothes. I closed and locked the door, but made sure the door was not completely closed so the red was showing, but the door could open. With a little push, I opened the door just enough for someone to look in, but not enough to so that I might notice. I saw one of the male store attendants move to just the right place, and took off my dress, exposing my naked ass and back to him. I turned myself slightly, looking in the mirror on the side, and, glancing out of the corner of my eye, noted he still seemed to be there, watching me.

I slipped on the clothes I had selected, some very tight, short shorts and a tube top. I came out, watching him quickly turn around (and blush, how adorable). I cleared my throat and asked him how this looked on me. Fumbling around a bit, I pulled the tube top low, almost to the point of coming off, and giggled a bit as he cleared his throat and tried to avoid looking at anything but me. He told me it looked great on me in a bit of a croak. I was tempted to pull the top all the way down, but decided against it. Instead, I went back in the stall, and took the clothes off.

This time however, I decided to go farther.  I opened the door, hiding behind it slightly so no one else could see me if they were in the store, but so he could see my right side, just short of actually seeing something he shouldn't. He had a nice view of my arm, slight view of the side of my breast, could see my outer thigh, almost to my fur since I had rotated my hips slightly.

"Could you please put these back and get the pink chemise I saw near the door?"

Speechless, instead of telling me that I needed underwear on to try on clothes, he took the tube top and shorts. I kept pulling them closer to me as he tried to reach for them, but instead of coming much closer (He had no choice but to move a little), he stretched out his arm. He was so cute, only two or three years older than me, and I wanted to eat him up (I have a thing for shy guys, they are just so cute and adorable).

He fetched the chemise (Sorry, they don't carry it anymore, this is the closest I can find, but imagine pink, not black), and I completely opened the door to reach for it (I also noticed another shopper in the store whipped his head towards me, a little late, so he did not get much of a look). He shoved it in my hand, and turned around quickly.

I again tried it on, slowly, with the door again cracked to give him his chance to peek, and again modeled it once I had it on (You can only put on clothes so slowly...). This time, he could only stammer as the chemise clung to me. I finally got the words "looks wonderful" out of his halfway incoherent mumbling, before deciding it might be time to leave the store. I again left the door open, just a crack, and changed back into my dress. I am not sure he got up the courage to peek this time.

When I left the room, I could not resist. I walked over to him, handing him the chemise after I had gotten very close to him, told him thanks for the help, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

I left him standing there, deer in the headlights look, and left the store.

At one point, I decided to get a little bolder. Going to the food court, I ordered my food, and, as I was walking to an empty table just past some cute boys, I fell. My dress pulled up, showing what I wasn't wearing. The boys quickly got out of the seat, helping me up, after their brief eyeful.

I am not sure if anyone else noticed my lack of panties, but they certainly did.

They helped me over to the table, and I positioned myself so that, if they looked directly at me under the table, they would have a nice peek. One of the boys replaced my drink and quickly brought it over before joining the others. I sat there, eating my food, texting my friend, peeking at the boys, peeking at me. They didn't leave until I was already gone.

It was a naughty fun time.

My first time streaking

My clothes came off, laid in a nice bundle on the back steps.

It was still daylight, with all the normal traffic this entailed, and I went out, in nothing but my shoes.

Out to the  alley, I peeked around the corner of the car garage. No one was around.

I hid there for a short while, worried about getting caught, yet thrilled about the idea of being seen, wearing nothing but my shoes, by others.

Moving to the mouth of the alley, I again saw no one was there. Turn right, along the sidewalk, tingly all over from my foray out into the world clad in nothing but shoes. The breeze caressed me, flowing along my exposed nipples, between my legs, around my exposed pussy.

Down to the corner, behind a bush, for in front of me was a major street, with cars zipping by. Green cars, silver cars, black and red cars, with nothing separating their view of my naked flesh except a small, scraggly bush. I darted out as the last car drove by, only to see a car driving the opposite way, right past me, now out in the open.

Panic shot through me, wondering if they saw me, if they would turn around and call the police.

I darted back to the alley, down the alley, hiding behind the carport.

After catching my breath, and wondering if I should just go get dressed and hide inside, I decided to venture out again.

I moved to the other end of the alley, and peeked around. No one.

Moving out, I went back to the main road. This time I stood there, panicking inside, but refusing to run.

A few cars passed (I said it was a major road, not a heavily trafficked one), in either direction, and someone walked by on the opposite side of the street before I turned around and ran back to the house, to pick up my deposited clothes, rush inside, and hide for the rest of the day.