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Closet exhibitionist accidentally comes out...
Wed Sep 5, 2018 7:55am
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Closet exhibitionist accidentally comes out...


Hello, my name is Tamber. If you are thinking that it is a strange first name, you aren't wrong. When I meet people for the first time, some of them will admit that a tambourine comes to mind. I usually just laugh it off because I mean, Tamber and Tambourine do sound alike.

In truth, and I've grown to love this story, my mom and my dad both had a name picked out and neither of them wanted to concede to the other. My dad wanted to name me Tammi and my mom wanted to name me Amber. After like a week of fighting about it, my grandmother on my mother's side pointed out that I really needed a name and that they should compromise. Their compromise, quite obviously, resulted in me being named Tamber.

If my name was the only kooky thing about me, then I wouldn't be here regaling you with a wild story. Here is my second and more darker secret. I'm a closet exhibitionist. Well, I guess I can no longer use that term. I guess as of yesterday, I am a full blown exhibitionist. Let me give you a brief (well, I'll try to be as brief as I possibly can) about my history.

As a little child, I was always fascinated with nudity. My mom swears she could never keep a diaper on me. I didn't even have to question it because when I was growing up, the first thing I'd do when I got to my room after school was strip naked. My parents were actually okay with it until I started to leave childhood in the dust, as long as I stayed in my room. I was absolutely NOT to leave the confines of my bedroom unless I was fully covered.

That was okay with me. I never felt like pushing my nudity on anyone. I consider myself to be a very considerate person when it comes to other people. The last thing I'd ever want to do is to make someone else uncomfortable. Especially when it came to my naked body. That would be awful!

So, even after puberty hit me, I still was obsessed with nudity but by then, my parents had both put their foot down. Nudity was no longer tolerated, even if my own room. I was becoming a woman and I was supposed to put childish notions and desires away.

YEAH FRIGGIN RIGHT!

So, what happened? I started learning how to be a closet exhibitionist. I started on my walks to school where I'd find a secluded spot to rid myself of my bra and panties. Even now, at eighteen, I don't have what you'd call ample breasts. The best way that I could describe them is they are a handful-- that is that I can hold most of my breast in a single hand. I know that some women consider small breasts to be a curse or a source of shame but I kind of like small breasts. Let's chalk that up to another example of my kookiness.

The point of that is, for the most part, nobody seemed to realize that I was braless which was okay with me. Remember, I was in training to be a closet exhibitionist. I never wanted to take the chance that my parents would find out what I was doing.

That wasn't to say that I didn't have the occassional "accident". Shoe shopping on my own or with my friends was always a blast. Since they had no idea that I was doing this on purpose, they were the perfect pawns in my little chess game of exhibitionism. I'd sit with my legs apart until one of them noticed my completely shaven sex and would look horrified and tell me to close my legs. I always had to act embarrassed. Not a problem because I sort of was.

Okay, I think you get the gist of how I have been a closet exhibitionist. So, let's move on to the REAL reason you are reading this story in the first place. What really DID happen yesterday? Was it accidental or on purpose? Why am I no longer considering myself a closet exhibitionist? I'm going to answer all of these questions.

So, it started about a month ago. I was shopping at the local department store for a nice summer dress. I found one that I really liked. It was white and knee length. The best part is, it felt like no other dress I'd ever felt. It wasn't cotton, silk, or anything like that. To be honest, I still don't know what it is made of.

I put it in my closet and sort of forgot about it until yesterday when I was looking for something to wear. I've been on my own for a few months. I moved out of my parents' house as soon as I turned eighteen because I enjoy being nude and now, I can walk around my small apartment as nude as I want.

So, anyways, I pulled out the dress and it was almost orgasmic the way it felt when I put it on. If I had to describe the way this dress felt, I'd have to say that it felt like the designer had managed to capture a cloud from the sky and managed to make a dress out of it. I know that is a ridiculous concept but it's the best I can come up with.

I had a few bills to pay, errands to run, and I wanted to stop at the park to read my book. My first stop was to pay the cable bill. I stepped inside and noticed the line of people was almost to the door. I sighed and rolled by eyes but then I giggled as I remembered an episode of Psych (one of my favorite tv shows ever) where Gus tells Shawn that "as human beings, all we do is wait in line".

Now, there is a desk just to the left of the glass doors to the building. A plump but beautiful woman was sitting behind this desk. I would have never noticed the woman nor the desk had I not heard a gasp from the woman. I turned, wondering what she was gasping at-- she was staring at me!

Oh no! What did I do? I looked down at myself... my little boobs were still inside the dress-- nothing was out of the ordinary there. Then-- a horrible thought had occured to me. Oh no! Did my dress snag on something in the back? Could she see that I was commando? Was she seeing my bare butt?

I quickly moved my hand to my butt, fully expecting to feel my bare butt cheeks-- but no! The dress was in place! Everything felt absolutely normal to me. I glanced at the woman-- her cheeks were red. She was blushing but I couldn't, for the life of me, understand why.

After about forty-five minutes of waiting, I finally got up to the counter. A sweet looking middle aged woman took my money and credited it to my account. I sheepishly asked her if I looked okay. She was confused for a moment but then I told her what had happened at the door.

The woman appraised my dress carefully and then asked me to turn around. I did a slow spin and then looked back at her. She shrugged her shoulders and told me that she could see nothing wrong. I thanked her for her time and headed for the door. As I neared the door, the plump would shouted "oh my God!" but I just bolted out the door. She was clearly looney tunes.

The strange thing is, almost everywhere I went, I got weird looks. A woman actually called me a slut! For no reason! I was just walking by her! I once again patted my dress down. Nothing was wrong. I moved under the shade of a store front awning and narrowed my eyes at my reflection in the window. There was nothing wrong with my dress!

Finally, I arrived at the park. With my book in hand, I headed towards a park bench. I was hoping to have a park bench to myself but it was not destined to be. I ended a few feet away from a girl that looked like she was about the same age as me.

She was watching some guys nearby play basketball. She did a double take when she saw me. Her eyes were as wide as saucers. She slowly raised her hand up to her mouth and shook her head. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Is there some sort of joke that I don't know about?" I asked her.
"Huh?" she asked, tearing her eyes away from my dress to look at my eyes.
"Everyone has been gasping, blushing, and calling me filthy names all day. What's the deal?" I demanded.
"I'm just surprised that you were wearing a Solis Invisibilia with no clothes on underneath it. That is ...ing crazy!" she said with a laugh.
"Solis Invisibilia?" I asked, surprised.
"You... don't... know? Oh my God! This is too freakin' rich! Look down," she said.

I looked down and I got the absolute shock of my life! I mean this was the MOTHER of holy shit moments. My dress... my beautiful, cloud like dress was all but gone. I could see my bare breasts and my shaved sex in full view. It was like I was sitting on the bench completely naked! How had this happened?

"Tell me this is your first stop wearing that dress," she said with a giggle.
"No. I've been to town to pay bills and to run a few errands," I told her.
"No ...in' way! You've been showing off your tits and pussy to the whole world and you didn't even know it? That's a ...in' riot!" she said.
"No. It can't be. I asked the woman behind the counter when I was paying my cable bill. She said nothing was wrong with my dress. I also checked it when I was in town," I told her.
"The dress is called Solis Invisibilia. It's latin for Sun Invisible. It was designed to wear as a dress when you go to beach. It's water resistant so putting it over a wet bikini won't affect it. So, I'm guessing that when you asked the woman behind the counter, you weren't in direct sunlight, were you?" she asked.
"No," I admitted. "And come to think of it, I stepped under a storefront awning when I checked my dress in town. Oh God."

The plump woman in the cable shop hadn't been looney tunes afterall. She's just saw my completely bare butt and then as I was leaving, she had seen my breasts and love lips.

At this point, I know that I should have been mortified. I should have ran screaming. I couldn't, however. I was so turned on that I made a decision right then and there. By the end of the summer, I'd have an entire closet full of Solis Invisibilia. This was my first adventure with this dress but it damn sure wasn't going to be my last.

    • Great Start! - Ewong, Wed Sep 5 2:53pm
      This is amazing, please continue!
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