I showed myself to the homeless guy, and he didn't want to just stand there and watch.

Those of you who have read my stories know that I am Marina, 25 years old today, an exhibitionist, who loves to walk naked in forbidden and dangerous places.
I'm five feet tall, 110 pounds, white skin, brown hair, medium breasts and butt.
The story happened about nine years ago.
This time I had traveled with my sister to the coast. I can't remember exactly whether the city was Itanhaém in São Paulo or the next one.
The funny thing about me going with my sister, it was kind of intentional by my parents, it was kind of like I was the lookout and I was getting in the way of any of my sister's friend searches.
I remember that my sister had gone out on the first night and called me, saying that she had found a FRIEND and would not return until the next morning after lunch.
So I thought about the opportunity I had.
I waited until it was dark and the street was quiet.
The weather was bad, the kind that keeps people away from the beach.
In spite of the time closed and with garroa, he did not want to give up.
The area we stayed in was relatively new, few houses, mostly under construction and a lot of green space.
I left the key hidden under a vase and followed the path behind the house.
I walked for about 10 minutes to an open area with few trees.
I went after one and left my things, getting all naked.
Even though it was cold and cloudy, it was a delightful feeling, and I loved to walk around naked, and the cold hurt my skin, but I couldn't let it get me down.
Not to mention the time of day and the cold weather helped to make everything empty, with not a soul on the street.
I touched myself with great delight in the middle of that bare dirt path. The feeling of mocking in the cold was different.
It was a very narrow road, which would not allow a car to pass, which made me feel safe. Of course, I could pass a motorcycle, but my rational mind at that time did not help me.
Anyone who knows me knows I'm not one for standing still, and it was cold, too, so I walked along the edge of the green area to hide if I had to.
I started spotting some houses.
It was dark, so I leaned against the wall.
They've all been in the works, apparently a few stops for years.
One of them had a part of the wall down.
I fixed a light there.
Instead of turning back or going a different way, I tried to approach slowly and quietly until I could identify what it was.
It was a bonfire.
I'm sure there was someone there, that was supposed to be my cue to get out of the way, but I kept looking, getting closer, checking, until I decided to go in.
It was like I was one of those butterflies that's drawn to the light, and then it burns you.
As I walked in, I saw that there were three homeless men warming themselves around the fire.
I could smell a strong smell coming from them even from far away.
I stayed hidden, watching the movement as they talked and drank, and I began to touch myself, wondering if any of them had any sense of a young, naked girl touching herself near them on that cold night.
I stopped a little bit when they started to move.
Two went to bed, only one stayed awake.
After a few minutes, the other came in the direction I was going.
I left quickly, trying not to make a noise, and hid behind a car wreckage.
The kid walked 15 feet outside and it was urine.
I think he did it so he wouldn't get in trouble with the others.
Then my imagination flew away.
I thought I had a man nearby, that I could take a chance with him and that I wouldn't call the police because I was homeless.
I was stuck in that no-go, but wow, that situation seemed like gold to an exhibitionist.
So I get out of the back of the car and I'm a few feet away from him.
- Hey, what's up, man?
He rolled his eyes, took a few steps back, still with his stick out, and said,
- Who are you, mule?
What do you think about seeing me naked in front of you?
I put my hand behind my head, stroking my hair, trying to be charming.
- Is that a trick in this cold?
I turned my back on him and pushed my bundle with each of my hands resting on my knees.
- What do you think of my treat?
She's got to be crazy.
He was talking in a nervous way, I didn't know if it was the drink, the prank idea or both.
So I wanted to provoke more.
- I'm a virgin, you know?
I can't believe this.
You want proof?
I wanted to provoke the lad a little more.
- What proof?
- Yes, you did.
I took a few steps forward.
- If you can catch me, you can take my gourd.
I said this by making a squat and lightly sucking my index finger.
He took me seriously.
- What's that?
I swear, really young.
It was true, for surely if I were caught I could not get away with it and I could not shout and have my practices discovered.
The tenant started running after me.
He didn't have the stamina and agility that I do.
Sometimes I'd stop and run to one side, then jump to the other.
I tried to hold back my laughter because it was more funny than exciting.
- Catch up with me, uncle.
I'm going to fuck you, bitch.
It ran a little to a high area.
It was funny to stop and watch him struggling up towards me, and I would even squat and wait, pretending to look at a clock.
When he would stop to rest, I would start touching myself in front of him.
Bitch, you'll see.
- I really want to see it. I'm tired of touching myself with my fingers.
- Give me a break, I'll have a drink of water and I'll be right back, bitch.
He's back in the play.
I was touching myself against the body of the car.
That's when I heard a twig crack and I got a fright.
I saw coming from the side, behind me, trying to be stealthy, one of the street dwellers; from the other two ends stood the gentleman who had shown me out and the last dweller.
If he hadn't stepped on the wrong foot, I'd have been sliced.
They almost surrounded me if it wasn't for the first one's failure.
It wasn't easy to run from three.
- Hahaha, you can't get away now, bitch.
That's when I grabbed some dirt and threw it in one guy's face and I was able to get through him, feeling his fingers almost grab my shoulder.
I ran so fast, so fast, that instead of stopping to get my clothes, I went back to my sister's rented house and snuck in if I was seen, because any stop would be taken.
I locked everything, closed the curtains.
As my adrenaline ran low, I began to feel cold, so I took a hot bath and went to sleep.
The other day my sister came back, but she had to leave.
She went to the pharmacy to buy something to lower my fever and flu.
You went to the beach in that weather, you know your body can't handle that weather in a bikini.
I swear, sister, you're not leaving here in a bikini.