I exposed myself to a stranger and ended up needing his help.

I'm Marina, I'm here from São Paulo, capital and today I'm 25 years old, 1.60 height, 55 kg, white, brown hair, medium breasts and butt.
That account takes place almost 10 years ago.
Anyone who's read my other writings knows that I love to be naked in public, always risking getting caught.
The last time I almost got caught by a gang walking around naked in a sugarcane field, it was luck that saved me.
I'd do it without thinking until I got lucky.
Despite the fear of being caught, instead of making me give up this practice, it only made me more horny and wanting.
It was like an addiction, I needed more and more to feel good.
I needed that feeling, I needed to feel the desire to have someone run after me naked again, to hear the footsteps and to hear the breath of someone approaching when I was hiding.
At least I saw that I needed to be in better shape than anyone behind me, so I prepared for a few months before my new journey inland.
I exercised, I ran, etc. I wanted to rely not only on a hiding place and luck, but also on physical preparation in case luck was not on my side.
So I traveled to San Roque <unk> sp. My family and I stayed on a small farm that belonged to a family friend.
The first day, I studied the whole place, and it took me a long time to figure out how to get out of there undetected, because I always took my old bike with me to help me escape.
There was a part with trees on the side of the place, and there was a trail that led out of the place, so I had my route.
When the guys went to bed, I waited about 40 minutes, and I went out the window, leaving it slightly tilted.
Once again, I took my backpack and started walking through that thicket with my flashlight.
Despite my fear of insects and creatures, I couldn't help but take advantage of that night for my practice.
I followed the path until I finally found the end of the trail. It was a dirt road.
It had a dimly lit pole with a tire spelled booze, and it was my reference back.
So as usual, I took off all my clothes, leaving them in the backpack that had been hidden behind a tree. I was left with only my lightweight shoes for safety (if there is such a thing).
I got on my bicycle and started cycling naked in the opposite direction of the farm.
The right side was completely surrounded, but the left side was completely free.
On the way I noticed some houses, each far from the other and all walled.
I followed the path until it finally split in two.
I stood there looking, and if anyone was looking, they'd see my skin reflecting the moon, and I thought, I thought I should go back, if that wasn't enough, but in the end, I decided to take the left lane.
The night is a child I thought and I'm on a bicycle.
Following the path, it divided again, but now had a small house in the middle.
I thought, in order not to get lost, I'm going to go left again, so I just have to make a right and a right for the turn.
I walked for another five minutes and noticed a house in front of me with a low wall and a wooden door.
I felt a chill when I noticed that there was a man inside leaning on the gate smoking. He was a black gentleman, dressed as a typical indoor man looking to be in his 60s.
It was time for me to return, but my body grew warm, and I noticed that there was no one else, and any other home was far away.
With the guy and the gate, there's no way he'd have a reaction that could be dangerous for me, so he gave me a little smile and I let the fantasy turn into action.
I got off the bike, and I walked alongside her toward the man.
My heart was beating so hard that it gave me away. The man looked away and stared at me with a face of surprise, or he was scared. He went so far as to put his hand on his chest.
I kept going until I stood in the middle of the street, right in front of his gate and said good night.
- Good evening, are you all right?
- What happened to you girl, was it stolen?
- I didn't just want to go naked on my bike.
- Are you crazy or a whore girl?
I guess I'm both.
I gave him a big smile and said,
- Please look at me.
- Wait a minute, you must be my granddaughter's age.
I'm not your granddaughter, so you don't mind looking. Don't you like what you're seeing?
I noticed that his gate had a lock, so he couldn't take any quick action.
I left my bike on the ground and came closer to him.
- What do you think of my body?
That new body of yours, you're shaved, women here don't do that.
- No, I haven't had my cocks yet.
I turned my body around, turned my back and did a little charm.
- What do you think of my treat?
It's obvious you're not from here.
- Does your family know you do this?
- They don't know.
- I can put on a little show for you.
- What would that be?
I bent down and spread my legs and started touching myself in front of the old man.
I'd drip while he watched with his mouth open.
- What's your name, miss?
It was my fault, I should have lied, kept quiet or changed the subject.
- Marina you're very beautiful, I'm 60 years old and you look the age of my granddaughters.
- Well, um, I'm the age of your granddaughters.
No, you're younger, you said that with a smile.
So I turn around, and I'm standing on my ass, touching myself, looking at him from the side.
I saw you running your hand over your pants, and I think I woke up something in the old man.
- She's not afraid of getting caught, Marina.
- I do, I have a lot.
- But you're still in the middle of the street naked.
- Yes, I'm naked in the street, letting you see me naked.
- In front of a stranger.
- Yes, touching me in front of a stranger.
Laugh in front of that gentleman with taste.
That's when I heard the sound of a car, and instead of getting on my bike and getting out, I jumped into the bush.
All I heard was a crackle and then the driver's voice.
- That bicycle is your master.
- My granddaughter.
- I ended up blowing up the wheel.
- He damaged your car.
- No, you didn't.
- Then no problem. It was her fault. She'll learn not to let go.
The car followed the course and then left.
When I look at my bicycle, I see that the front wheel was unusable.
I started to cry because I would have to walk a lot to get my clothes, and I thought that luck was against me and everyone would find out what I had done and what I was doing.
Then I hear the Lord 's voice:
- You want a ride, girl?
- What's that?
- I can drive you anywhere you want.
I didn't know what to say.
Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, I won't abuse you.
He slowly took the key out of his pocket.
He opened the lock and walked out.
I was still shaken by what had happened to my bicycle and stood still.
He picked up my bike and took it inside.
I was so lost, I didn't put up any resistance when he grabbed my hand and took me inside.
Now you're my naked granddaughter and I'm going to help you.
I was really helpless and lost, so I went into his house.
He offered me a cup of coffee, and I drank it while he took a pair of shoes and a set of keys.
- Where are you staying?
- At the .X site .
- I know where it is.
After coffee, he drove me to his old truck.
We took the path.
It won't be easy to find people like me on the road who will help you instead of using you.
- I know, but it's so strong.
- Look, you don't know how hard it is, even for me who's old not to touch you.
- I really am.
- All the more reason to want you.
When we got to the liquor store tire site, he walked me to where I left my backpack and waited for me to pack up before he left.
- I don't know how to thank you.
Your bike's in my house and I'm a locksmith here's my card I'll have it ready by tomorrow if you want to thank me do one more little show for me don't worry I won't touch you we'll make a reservation and I'll take you by car
- Yes, I will.
So I followed the path.
Before I went to sleep, I saw that his name was Jorge.
In spite of the fright and the risk, instead of forgetting, I just started to play myself by imagining seeing that gentleman again.
Will I never understand how risky it was, what else needs to happen to stop it?