I walked into a building downtown and did a naked tour of every floor.

Anyone who's read my stories knows that I'm Marina. I'm 25 years old. I'm 1.60 tall, 55 kilos, white skin, brown hair, medium breasts and butt.
My new story takes place a few months after the last one, and those of you who've read them know that I like to walk around naked in public places and show off.
The last situation that I experienced in my previous story, moved me a lot, leaving me uncertain whether I should continue the practice, since the last events could have reached the ears of my relatives. So I was acting a bit strange.
I tried very hard to enjoy the night, trying to get rid of the nerves that were left. Despite being out in the early hours, I had no problem with my family.
My parents are the kind of people who just ask for care and want to see me develop as an independent person, so at the very least I had to have the taxi money for an emergency, so they felt safe with me.
Oh, if they knew what I was like, they wouldn't sleep.
If I'm not mistaken, it was a Friday around 09:00 that night I was passing by the Stolen Counselor Street.
She had gone to a karaoke club with some friends, but because of a blackout in a part of the neighborhood.
We went our separate ways, and that's when the rain started again.
A giant bull fell and I took shelter in the entrance of an ugly building near the bus stop.
At least that's where the bus would take me home.
I was stuck there because of the rain, and it wasn't exactly a nice place to stay, because I'd heard from some friends that that's where they used to visit the FIRST ones to hang out.
Information they didn't need to share with a girl.
I began to get tired when I leaned against the door and saw that it was open. Apparently the spring that closes the automatic door was not working properly.
I thought I could stay here for a while until the rain stops or someone tells me to get out.
After I entered, I imagined my colleagues coming here to seek the services of the girls, and my mind began to wander.
But of course, out of curiosity, I wanted to see the building where the boys used to come.
There was no elevator, but that was no problem for a young person, so I went upstairs.
The lights were dim and on some floors and on others none.
I kept climbing and climbing until I reached the roof of the building.
It was wide open, the lock had rusted.
The rain had given a respite.
It was pretty dark up there, and that's when my old desires and crazy ideas started to come in.
I've never been naked in the middle of the city, especially on the roof of a building downtown.
So I started taking my clothes off right then and there, piece by piece.
Yes, it was cold, but the desire to be naked and also after climbing all the floors, did not leave me cold.
I left my clothes in a dry place and started walking there.
There I was, stepping on that wet floor, first starting to walk to the back edge.
You could see some glass-fronted buildings.
I stared for a while, wondering if somehow, out of one of those windows, someone was looking at me and could make out who I was.
With my white skin, I believe I would attract attention.
That thought turned me on, and I started massaging myself looking at them.
Whenever he noticed a shadow in one of the windows, the movement would accelerate.
After making fun of me the first time, I went to look at the side facing the street.
I stood back, watching the movement in the street, wondering if anyone would look up and pay attention to the girl with her breasts out.
There was a boy at the bus stop down the street, and he wasn't there when I was hiding.
I started teasing, doing some psiu, hi, etc.
Every time it looked like I was going to look up, I'd get off the ledge.
There was a moment I was going back and I got a fright with him looking up.
Instead of going back, I was supported.
Because it was dark, I saw that he was making an effort to see me straight, perhaps I was just a white blur to him.
I felt a little horny, wondering if he'd figured out what was going on.
- Would he come all the way up here for me?
That's when a bus arrived and he walked in still looking up.
I think I've been in that game for at least 30 or 40 minutes.
I could only now get dressed and return, but I began to remember my way up.
I hadn't seen any cameras or heard any sounds, and there was no movement in the building.
The more I thought I should stop and go home, the more my pussy got wet thinking about the adventure.
I always say no to reason.
So I left my clothes by the door and slowly started down the building.
I held on to the handrail and descended slowly, the dim light guiding me down the white steps.
When I got to the floor, I came across two doors, one at each end of the floor.
I started walking towards one and I glued my ear.
I wanted to know if there was anyone in that apartment, and at the same time, I was afraid that the other one would be seen by the magic eye.
Then I went to the other one and nothing.
I went down, one, two, three floors.
That's when I noticed a light coming out of a doorway.
When I put my ear to the door, I started to hear some voices.
That should have been the cue to get out of there and come back and get my clothes, because now I knew that there were people in the building and I could have them not just on that floor.
It's just that risk is good.
So as I listened to the conversation, I felt hot.
It was at that door that I had the most delicious laugh.
I came back a flight of stairs after that.
And I started thinking, do I keep going down, knowing that I'm going to meet anyone who comes out of that building, or am I going back?
Only the hard-on was higher.
I went down two more floors.
I fixed another place with a light.
That one, I leaned down and started looking through the slit under the door.
I saw the movement of some women and a strong boy who was supposed to be their security, the curtains were red and the couch they were sitting on was beaten.
I wondered if any of them would have served any of my friends.
So I went to get up, and there was my failure.
I slipped a little, making my hand go against that door.
It's coming from the other side.
I got scared and ran for the stairs. The problem is, I ran down.
I heard the voices, especially the boy's.
I started to hear footsteps.
So I started going down.
As the sound of footsteps wouldn't stop, I kept going down until I reached the ground floor.
I was scared, and all I had left was the street.
When I saw she had a coffee table, I jumped under her.
I kept hearing the sound until it stopped.
I saw underneath, feet that were supposed to be the boy's, and a few seconds later, two more pairs that were supposed to be the women's.
Whoever it is, they're gone.
- We better pull over.
I held my hands over my mouth, trying to hold my breath.
Then they went up.
I waited a few minutes.
I knew it was time to go.
My legs were aching from the effort of climbing the building again.
When I was back on that floor that had inadvertently knocked on the door, I wanted to see the movement once more.
I can't explain why. After all the fright, I shouldn't insist.
I lowered myself, my face firmly on the ground.
I noticed that one of the girls and the boy were talking. The other girl thought she was in the bathroom.
I overheard them saying it was probably another junkie or homeless guy who came in.
One of these days they'll decide to leave.
I went up to the terrace.
I went to the place where I left my clothes when I heard:
- Do you have a girl silk?
There was one of the girls smoking.
I asked if you had any silk. I'm running out of silk.
I didn't understand the question, what kind of a fucking question is that to ask when you find a naked girl.
- I don't have one.
No, you didn't smoke or smell, so why are you so naked?
- I was, I was...
- It was you who knocked, wasn't it?
I didn't mean to.
And it's no accident that she's naked in the cold now.
My clothes were next to her.
- Please give me my clothes.
She took my clothes and handed them to me.
- You know, I've caught a few freaks who like to do it like you, but this is the first time I've seen a bitch do it.
- You're not mad, you're not going to call the police?
- No, I may be a whore, but I'm not X9.
I got dressed and gave some change to my wife.
- It was worth it.
It was some kind of bumper sticker with an ad and a phone number.
It was written.
Flavia and Fernanda, double fire, we do it with you and for you, we do fantasies and we accept cards.
- I'll put it at the bus stops.
- But why are you turning me in?
Since you have the money, if you ever want to play this game in a more relaxed way, we'll help you.
I was totally lost.
I left the place.
I managed to catch one of the last buses back home.
On the way I looked at that piece of paper and thought.
- I think I'm gonna spend the money here. I hope I don't run into any of my friends.