I rode naked on a bicycle in San Roque and provoked a group
I'm Marina, 25 years old, and at the time I was a very thin guy, 5'10", 180 pounds, white, brown hair, medium build, medium breasts and butt.
Anyone who's read my other short stories knows that I love to be naked in public places, always risking the night.
Whenever I traveled, I took advantage of the opportunity.
I had gone on a trip with my parents to stay for a while in San Roque 10 years ago. There was a lot of fun, there was a place to ski (no snow).
The last night there, I took advantage of the early hours to bicycle out of the house.
Making sure they were asleep, I went out the window, left her slightly leaning, and went on my way.
As usual, I went out only in shorts and T-shirt, I didn't wear anything underneath so I wouldn't lose like last time, I took my old backpack and walked down a dirt road.
I knew about that road because I passed it the other day with my parents.
I remember him saying that he would avoid going through that place again because it was isolated and looked dangerous.
Although it was wise what he said, it just made me think it was a less likely place to get caught and good for my nakedness practice.
It was very early in the morning and dark when I got there, so I strapped the flashlight to the front of my bike and started down the path.
When I got to an intersection that led to another dirt road with no cars, I got off my bicycle and started putting all my clothes in my backpack.
I looked around, there was nothing but the road.
So I got on my bicycle, started cycling naked for the first time, and with the flashlight on, I went up the dirt road.
I was climbing, enjoying the moonlight, there was no movement or any buildings or houses visible.
After a long climb, I spotted two small houses that looked abandoned on the way.
At that moment I decided to go in the direction of one of them, stopping my bicycle.
I looked around, and when I felt at ease, I began to touch myself against the wall of the cottage.
I was joking when I noticed a light and a faint sound.
I should've done the right thing, walked away, but I decided to check it out.
There was a little trail behind the house.
Even though I knew it was risky, I went slowly, with the flashlight off next to the bicycle.
As I approached, I saw that there were at least five men drinking and talking, and they had a fire that was made from a metal barrel.
I was thinking about going back. I didn't have much of a place to hide, but something came over me.
I pushed my bike against a rock, and I kept touching myself against the same rock.
I wondered what time they'd look up and notice me.
I'd already made fun of them once when I started to get annoyed that they weren't looking.
I noticed a new movement, two more had arrived and nothing.
I kept thinking I was being careless, I don't really want them to see me.
I know it doesn't make sense, but my intention was always to walk around naked and not be seen naked.
I guess the hard-on and the situation always confused me, and my judgment was always clouded.
I was riding my bike back, and I accidentally knocked her down, and she slid about 10 feet until I caught her, and I looked over, and there were seven men looking at me.
It was funny, even though the feeling of fear, and a mixture of shame, doesn't come out of there.
I was actually enjoying being seen.
My white body should be very clear to them.
That's when I made a silly calculation and took a bigger risk.
I got on my bicycle and rode down toward them.
No explanation, it was a necessity of the moment.
Quickly there I was, standing a few feet away from them, still riding my bicycle, paying attention to the continuation of the trail.
I could see every detail of those men, all of them at least three times my age.
They looked at me with surprised faces, and when they started coming towards me, I went a few meters ahead and told them that if they came any closer, I would leave.
I remember you agreed you wouldn't take another step.
We stared at each other for less than a minute.
My body she lit by the fire.
I got off the bicycle, stood beside her, and I knew it was risky, because there was no guarantee that if they came running, I would have time to go back and pedal.
When I came down, I started to play nice in front of them.
They called me a whore, a nymph.
My little bottle was dripping as they watched.
I had a lot more fun with them watching.
I didn't think it could be that much better to be seen than to just risk being seen.
That was one of the most dangerous hours, for my legs had lost their strength.
When one of them noticed my weakness, he stepped forward.
Despite the difficulty, I got on the bike and almost got caught, I felt a hand lightly touching my back.
Because I was sweating, he couldn't hold me.
Luckily for me, the descent gave me the speed I needed to avoid being caught.
I remember the screams "come back to eat you" that were heard for part of the way.
When I didn't see them anymore, I saw a play and went in, got dressed and went home.
I was thinking about the risk the other day, if I'd gotten caught, I'd have lost my virginity to seven at once.
Why did I do that?
Why do I want to do it again?
Anyone who's read my other short stories knows that I love to be naked in public places, always risking the night.
Whenever I traveled, I took advantage of the opportunity.
I had gone on a trip with my parents to stay for a while in San Roque 10 years ago. There was a lot of fun, there was a place to ski (no snow).
The last night there, I took advantage of the early hours to bicycle out of the house.
Making sure they were asleep, I went out the window, left her slightly leaning, and went on my way.
As usual, I went out only in shorts and T-shirt, I didn't wear anything underneath so I wouldn't lose like last time, I took my old backpack and walked down a dirt road.
I knew about that road because I passed it the other day with my parents.
I remember him saying that he would avoid going through that place again because it was isolated and looked dangerous.
Although it was wise what he said, it just made me think it was a less likely place to get caught and good for my nakedness practice.
It was very early in the morning and dark when I got there, so I strapped the flashlight to the front of my bike and started down the path.
When I got to an intersection that led to another dirt road with no cars, I got off my bicycle and started putting all my clothes in my backpack.
I looked around, there was nothing but the road.
So I got on my bicycle, started cycling naked for the first time, and with the flashlight on, I went up the dirt road.
I was climbing, enjoying the moonlight, there was no movement or any buildings or houses visible.
After a long climb, I spotted two small houses that looked abandoned on the way.
At that moment I decided to go in the direction of one of them, stopping my bicycle.
I looked around, and when I felt at ease, I began to touch myself against the wall of the cottage.
I was joking when I noticed a light and a faint sound.
I should've done the right thing, walked away, but I decided to check it out.
There was a little trail behind the house.
Even though I knew it was risky, I went slowly, with the flashlight off next to the bicycle.
As I approached, I saw that there were at least five men drinking and talking, and they had a fire that was made from a metal barrel.
I was thinking about going back. I didn't have much of a place to hide, but something came over me.
I pushed my bike against a rock, and I kept touching myself against the same rock.
I wondered what time they'd look up and notice me.
I'd already made fun of them once when I started to get annoyed that they weren't looking.
I noticed a new movement, two more had arrived and nothing.
I kept thinking I was being careless, I don't really want them to see me.
I know it doesn't make sense, but my intention was always to walk around naked and not be seen naked.
I guess the hard-on and the situation always confused me, and my judgment was always clouded.
I was riding my bike back, and I accidentally knocked her down, and she slid about 10 feet until I caught her, and I looked over, and there were seven men looking at me.
It was funny, even though the feeling of fear, and a mixture of shame, doesn't come out of there.
I was actually enjoying being seen.
My white body should be very clear to them.
That's when I made a silly calculation and took a bigger risk.
I got on my bicycle and rode down toward them.
No explanation, it was a necessity of the moment.
Quickly there I was, standing a few feet away from them, still riding my bicycle, paying attention to the continuation of the trail.
I could see every detail of those men, all of them at least three times my age.
They looked at me with surprised faces, and when they started coming towards me, I went a few meters ahead and told them that if they came any closer, I would leave.
I remember you agreed you wouldn't take another step.
We stared at each other for less than a minute.
My body she lit by the fire.
I got off the bicycle, stood beside her, and I knew it was risky, because there was no guarantee that if they came running, I would have time to go back and pedal.
When I came down, I started to play nice in front of them.
They called me a whore, a nymph.
My little bottle was dripping as they watched.
I had a lot more fun with them watching.
I didn't think it could be that much better to be seen than to just risk being seen.
That was one of the most dangerous hours, for my legs had lost their strength.
When one of them noticed my weakness, he stepped forward.
Despite the difficulty, I got on the bike and almost got caught, I felt a hand lightly touching my back.
Because I was sweating, he couldn't hold me.
Luckily for me, the descent gave me the speed I needed to avoid being caught.
I remember the screams "come back to eat you" that were heard for part of the way.
When I didn't see them anymore, I saw a play and went in, got dressed and went home.
I was thinking about the risk the other day, if I'd gotten caught, I'd have lost my virginity to seven at once.
Why did I do that?
Why do I want to do it again?
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