Tracy tries to outwit her Urges! By LuckyDave1066 Her Plan Has Promise, But Her Actions May Make It Pointless! Taking note of the date one morning early in May, Tracy felt relieved to have made it a full six months without once giving in to her occasional urges to get naked for strangers. "If there was an 'Exhibitionists Anonymous' for me to join," she thought, "I'd be getting a six month chip or something as a reward." Not letting herself get into scandalous situations as she had been doing was reward enough. Though her most daring self-exposures were undeniably exciting, she always felt guilty afterwords; she knew they could have cost her her job, and possibly her family as well if she'd been arrested! It hadn't been easy, or even always successful, but with her husband's help she'd avoided any of the more uncontrollable displays of her naked body that had plagued, and if she was being honest, aroused her. For a while Tracy had been lucky enough to keep Kyle unaware of her more blatant flashing episodes, those that resulted in her actually being nude in front of strangers. She didn't like to even think about how he might react if he ever found out on his own, without understanding the cause of her behavior. She worked up her nerve and confessed to every episode of improper behavior she'd had. Telling her husband, in brutal detail, about her increasingly daring episodes of public nudity had been excruciating for both of them, but once she had explained to him how her medicine often created a strong, often irresistible urge to show off her body, she felt like she'd gotten a heavy weight off her shoulders. Kyle was understandingly confused by the side effect, and asked, "can't you just quit taking that drug, or maybe try a different one?" "I can't just quit without having the serious tremors in both hands come back," she explained, "I couldn't work, probably not even drive anymore. With a six year old and a four year old to care for and you sometimes needing to work late or travel, I need to be functional!" Starting to sound more angry than confused, he asked, "I get why you'd want to be able to live a normal life, but strutting around in the nude for whoever happens to be around to watch seems pretty far from normal. Are you telling me there's not some other drug which would stop the tremors but not make you want to expose yourself?" "First of all, you need to understand that it's not that I want to do this; it's more like I'm being directed to get naked, with no way to stop except to do as the urge demands! And, yes, there is another drug without this side effect, but it's in very short supply because someone recently realized it also can help people lose weight; the last time I checked it would cost over $2,000 dollars a month!" "So," Kyle said dejectedly, "you're telling me we just have to live with this and pray you don't get in trouble?" "Maybe not," she said. She explained that she'd learned that showing off in minor ways, fairly frequently, tended to lessen the odds of getting an irresistible urge to be more reckless. "That's the reason my skirts are generally shorter lately than the ones I used to wear, or I'm more likely to leave an extra button on my blouse unbuttoned to allow a glimpse of my bra, if I'm wearing one, that sort of thing." "And those thong bikinis that you wore on our last vacation, you never used to wear those, is this why you do now?" "Yup." she replied, "better to show my buns than everything!" "But even though you say that prevents these urges, you've still ended up stripping naked for an audience once in a while?" "Yeah, I think it has something to do with my stress level. When I've had a particularly rough day at work, or the kids are bouncing off the walls when you're out of town, I'm more likely to do something risky." "Like that night you went out to your car to look for your cellphone and I happened to call," he asked, "were you naked out on our driveway while we were talking?" "I was inside the car for most of that call, but yes, I was naked the whole time I was out of the house," she replied, "but I thought you had guessed that anyway." "Yeah, that's not really a surprise," he admitted, "I have to admit I thought it was pretty hot at the time, before finding out about your problem with the drug!" "That's the thing," she said, "some of my improper behavior IS exciting, even if it is drug induced. As I recall you were happy enough when I went skinny-dipping that night at Jason's!" "True enough," Kyle admitted, "but that was a way safer setting than the damned roof of your office building!" "I know, believe me," Tracy replied, "that was a bit much, but I have an idea about how you could help me avoid getting in trouble." "Okay," he replied, "what's your idea?" "I thought we could have a short phone call every day, maybe even one in the morning and one in the afternoon if you have time, just to check in and see if I'm having any problems. There have been times when I've felt an urge building up but had it disappear after we had a call." "It's worth a try," he said, "I'll call you tomorrow morning!" The next morning, Kyle called Tracy as promised, just after 11:00. "Anything happening I should know about?" he asked. "Nothing of note, but thanks for calling," she replied, "I think getting a little attention just for having a dark, lacy bra showing through a lightweight white blouse might be enough to keep me in line today!" "I noticed that combination before you left this morning," he chuckled, "the guys in your office must have trouble keeping their minds on their work!" Their mid-afternoon call was slightly more strained, with Tracy stressed by a rumor going around about some people in her office being laid off. "Are you okay?" Kyle asked. "I'm upset to think about several people I work with possibly being let go," she replied, "not to mention the possibility that I might be one of the unlucky ones! But, no, I'm not feeling any urge to do anything outrageous. Yet. To be perfectly honest, there are a few less buttons on my blouse fastened than when I left home this morning!" "And that seems to be enough?" "I've only got to make it through another hour and a half, so I think so." "Just so I understand the situation, when you say, 'a few less,' what exactly do you mean?" "Well, my blouse has seven buttons," she said, "I never button up the one up by my neck. There are currently four still doing their job; I didn't even notice the last one being popped loose until sometime after I did it!" "Got it," Kyle said, "you must look amazing! I hope we can take care of those last four when you come home!" "There's a fine incentive to leave things right where they are," she said, "but we'll need to get Kevin and Emily to bed first!" Much later that evening, hours after their kids went to sleep, Tracy thanked Kyle for his little phone call intervention, saying,"The tension in the office today is exactly the kind of thing that can set me off. Talking with you settled me down; the promise of some fun later tonight helped too! If I had given in and stripped down I'd have been too freaked out afterwards to enjoy doing what we just did, so a big win for you, too!" "An excellent return on my investment of a few minutes on a couple of phone calls!" he agreed. For nearly six months, a couple of phone calls with Kyle each day proved sufficient to keep Tracy from doing anything as shameless as she had been doing before she confessed her bawdy behavior to him. Simply chatting with each other, with a bit of flirtation, generally was enough to suppress the level of exhibitionist urges she still was experiences. Their efforts to prevent any particular urge from taking over were not completely successful; one afternoon Kyle called Tracy, expecting to have the usual lighthearted, flirtatious conversation that had been their norm, but was thrown off balance by the tone of her voice as soon as she answered! Without even saying hello she asked, "Do you remember what I was wearing this morning when I brought Kevin and Emily to school? "Um, yeah, I think so," he answered, "purple bra and matching panties, tan camisole, black yoga pants, and a belted maroon cardigan. Why do you ask?" He kicked himself the second his question passed his lips, thinking, "she wouldn't be asking if I remembered what she WAS wearing unless she was at least thinking about NOT wearing some of her outfit!" Quickly regrouping, he asked, "Are you okay? Do you need some help?" "Okay?" she repeated, "I'm in a stall in the ladies room. My lingerie and yoga pants are in my purse already, I'm feeling like my camisole should join them there, and I can picture myself taking the cardigan off once I'm back in my cubicle and draping it over the back of my chair! I'm seriously not okay! What do you think I should do?" "Oh, sweetheart, I wish I was there with you," Kyle said, "I'm not sure what brought this on, but you're not so far out of control that you couldn't call me; I think that's a good sign. I'm picturing how you must look now, and that cardigan is long enough on you that between it and the camisole you haven't crossed any red lines yet. I think you definitely shouldn't take anything else off, and you might want to think about putting your yoga pants back on." "You're right, I'll try," she said, then hung up. After picking up the kids, Kyle waited anxiously for Tracy to get home. Hearing her car pull in to the driveway, he ran to the front door and, considering sunset was more than an hour away, was relieved to see her emerge from her car wearing her cardigan! As she came in the door he could see a very generous view of her cleavage, made possible by the removal of her camisole sometime between their last phone call and her return home. Once dinner, cleanup, and the kiddies' bedtime routines were finished, Tracy and Kyle discussed her brush with utter workplace embarrassment. They agreed to disagree on whether her afternoon had been a disaster or a borderline success of their system of having a call anytime she felt an urge taking control over her. Kyle said he felt helpless, that his presence on the phone hadn't led to her completely stopping getting undressed! . Tracy was more positive, pointing out that while she hadn't taken his suggestion that she put her pants back on, she also hadn't taken anything else off in her remaining time at work. Kyle asked, "what about your camisole, you said you were still wearing it when we talked, and definitely weren't wearing it when you came home!" "That's true," she replied, "but I didn't take it off in the office." "Then where?" Kevin asked. "In my car, in the parking garage," she answered. "That's supposed to be better?" he asked, "You getting naked in the parking garage?" "I was a good 75 feet away from any other cars, most people were already gone, the car's tinted windows would make it hard to see anyone inside, and I was only actually naked for maybe 45 seconds," she answered, her voice shaking. "The main, most important thing is that I didn't get naked in the office, which I was absolutely about to do before our call!" They decided to keep their current phone call check in system in place, and add brief texts from her to him every hour to alert him if she felt an exhibitionist urge coming on. The next few months were fairly quiet as far as Tracy's urges were concerned. They developed a routine of her getting Kyle's assessment of her outfit before they left home in the morning, with Tracy asking, "too slutty, or not slutty enough, what do you think?" He usually replied, "Exactly slutty enough!" After a few weeks, he surprised her by answering, "No, you said today is going to be stressful; not slutty enough!" She smiled and headed back to get a slightly shorter skirt and switch her stockings from a basic nude pair to some fishnets! He could hardly believe he was actually encouraging her to flaunt her body this way, but since it seemed to help her avoid having an urge to show far, far more than the slightly racier outfit they settled on for her, they agreed it made sense to have him go beyond just reviewing her outfits, and actively help her to choose what to wear. On days which seemed likely to trigger her urges, Kyle helped her adjust the relative boldness of what she wore, and was happy to help her avoid any significant exposure. He swore to himself that he never suggested anything more flamboyant than necessary, but sometimes couldn't help wondering if he might be encouraging her to dress in a more daring mode because he enjoyed seeing her that way! The dosage of Tracy's anti-tremor prescription, needed to keep her tremors generally under control hadn't changed in over a year, possibly a factor in her urges staying mostly under control. Going into her annual visit to her neurologist, she wasn't expecting to have him call for any changes, but his tests did show some further progression in her condition. "Nothing too extreme," Dr. Pizoni assured her, "We'll raise your dosage on the one you've been taking from 2 pills, three times a day, to 3 in the morning, 3 in early afternoon, and 2 after dinner." "But the side effects I've told you about, "she asked, starting to blush, "I don't want them to get even stronger!" "The exhibitionist urges?" he said, "they WOULD likely become stronger, but I want you to add a second medicine, 1 pill each morning and afternoon. I'm confident this medicine will knock those urges right down. I know cost is a factor for you; good news, this one is available as a generic. You probably spend more on coffee! A couple of weeks into her adjusted prescription regimen, it seemed Dr. Pizoni had nailed it! The new drug did seem to be more than making up for the tendency of her original drug to make her drawn to expose herself, even with the increase in its dosage. After a month, it took a seriously stressful day to give her even a slight urge to expose herself. Since the reasons for their frequent check-ins had faded away, she and Kyle cut back on the frequent calls and texts. She kept one of her more audacious outfits in a bag under her desk, just in case she was caught by surprise by an unexpected urge. Tracy and Kyle were relieved that it no longer seemed like any given day might suddenly find her fighting just to stay dressed. Her new daily medication schedule ended the roller coaster ride they'd been on for a couple of years. But...they couldn't help feel that something was missing. Neither of them wanted to get back on board the roller coaster that life with her side effects felt like, but they each occasionally felt a slight nostalgia for the unpredictable excitement that had been a part of their daily life. Neither of them admitted to missing the thrill they felt when they thought about her unplanned exposures, more likely of late to be nothing more than wearing slightly racy clothing, but a small part of each of them did! Another side effect of Tracy's new prescription was a tendency for her to sleep more deeply; not so great during her workweek, but actually enjoyable on weekends, when Kyle often let her sleep in while he and their kids went out to breakfast, followed by a visit to a playground. He was pushing Emily on a swing one Saturday when his phone rang; seeing it was Tracy calling he picked up right away, "Hey, Babe, I didn't expect you to be up yet, what's going on?" "Well, I'm not sure what woke me up," she said, "but I figured as long as I was up and you were all out I'd go out for coffee and run a couple of errands." "Makes sense," he replied, "but you could have just texted me, or do you need my input on something? I have the measurements with me for the new blinds we've been planning to put in the family room's windows if Home Depot is on your list of errands?" "Yeah, that's where I am now," she said, "but I can't do anything about the blinds at the moment. I'm calling from the ladies room, and I'm naked!" "What? You're naked?" he said, trying to keep his voice too low for the kids to hear, "Not just showing off a little, actually bare-ass naked?" "I'm sorry, I left in a hurry and forgot to take my morning dose of the new medicine. I was looking at the sinks and faucets on display, feeling perfectly normal, then felt the sudden dizzyness that usually means I'm about to start taking clothes off!" "Fuck, Tracy, I know that store," he said, "the plumbing section is nowhere near the restrooms! Where were you when you started stripping, and where were you when you finished? Did anyone see you?" "I don't know, probably...it was all kind of a blur. I remember before the urge hit me thinking I was surprised at how few people there were around." "Do you have any of your things with you now?" he asked, pausing to tell the kids that they needed to be going, "or if you don't, do you at least remember where you left them?" "No, I have nothing except what was in my purse," she whimpered, "and no, I have no idea where I left them once I got them off. Are you on the way?" "Yeah, we'll be there in less than ten minutes, but I can't have this conversation and drive at the same time. I'll call again when we're there, bye!" Five minutes after he pulled into the Home Depot parking lot, Kyle had selected and paid for an extra-long t-shirt, unfortunately only available in ultra-bright safety yellow color. As an entire outfit, it wasn't exactly modest, but it appeared to be long enough to cover his petite wife's ass and pussy, possibly with a bit of tugging at the hem. Going with a hunch, he set Kevin and Emily loose to look in the washing machines and dryers, telling them it was a game their Mom had set up for them. He called Tracy to check if she had the ladies room to herself; hearing the coast was clear he walked in and handed her the single garment replacement outfit. Emily and Kevin quickly checked every washer and dryer on display, handing Kyle his wife's shorts, t-shirt, hoodie, shoes and socks, then asked which of them had won the game. "I think it's a tie," Kyle replied, "so we can all go get ice cream to celebrate!" He didn't mention the other winner, whichever of several appliance salesmen watching them leave had been lucky enough to see a hot young woman strip out of her matching bra and panty set and leave the white lace lingerie in a front loading Kenmore dryer! Whoever had the missing items of Tracy's outfit, neither she nor Kyle felt like asking if anyone might have found them! Tracy took one last look at the distance between where she'd left her clothes and the restrooms and felt a chill run through her as she imagined herself traveling it in the nude! Kyle didn't criticize Tracy or question her explanation of how she'd been overcome with an overwhelming, urgent impulse to get out of her clothing, but late that night they stopped avoiding the reality of what had happened earlier that day and tried to think of some way of avoiding repeating the incident. "You mentioned that you forgot to take your new medicine his morning, but do you think missing that one pill was enough to make you react in such an extreme way?" "I'm not sure," she replied, "The new prescription definitely helps, but looking back on the last year or so, obviously before this morning, I've only had a couple of close calls, never actually getting nude or even topless. Those few times seemed to be stress related, and even before starting on the new drug I never felt any significant urges shortly after an earlier one. It seems like having a naked episode gives me a kind of immunity against having another powerful urges to get undressed, for a while, anyway." "So," Kyle asked, "if you've done some sort of flashing recently, we don't need to check in to see if you're feeling okay?" "Maybe we don't," she replied, "and maybe the same goes for the less modest wardrobe. But to be honest, those measures only seemed to be truly effective against the less intense urges." Feeling defeated, Kyle asked, "So you're saying we can do all the check-ins we want, and spice up your wardrobe, and we'll still just be waiting for you to get hit with an unstoppable urge to show your naked body to the world?" "Unless you have an idea we haven't discussed yet, I guess that's about the situation." "I think we've probably given any ideas I've had a try," he said. "How about you, any thoughts?" "I did have one kinda outside the box thought," she said quietly, "but I hesitate to mention it. It's a crazy idea, and I can't imagine you would be in favor of it anyway." Kyle shrugged and replied, "Desperate times, desperate measures. Might as well tell me!" "Well, please remember that I wish we didn't have to deal with this at all, and if I could..." Kyle cut her off, saying, "I know. I get it. It's not your fault...just tell me your idea!" "Okay. I'm thinking of something like how some vaccines work, where you get a shot of a weakened version of a disease to avoid a dangerous, full strength case of the disease. Starting to shake a bit, she continued, "In our scenario we would accept some very small number of people seeing me naked, in some controlled situation, at whatever interval would be effective in tamping down my random urges to get undressed!" "How...exactly...would that work," Kyle asked, stunned that he was asking his sweetheart since high school, his lovely wife, the devoted mother of their two children, how she imagined putting herself on display! Blushing now, Tracy answered, "We'd have to find a place where it would be safe for me to get naked, one where I'd be sure to be seen by someone once I was nude. I'd have to be able to safely leave or end the encounter, too." "I've heard some guys at work talk about going to a bar in Columbia that has an amateur strip contest, I think once a month," he said, "would you want to do that?" "Ohmigod," she said, "the fact that guys you work with go there tells me it's probably too close to where we live! And, GUYS YOU WORK WITH in general...could be kind of awkward at the company picnic, don't you think? Seriously, that kind of setting probably would have a lot more people watching me get naked than we probably need, and we don't know yet how often I'd need to do something like this; once a month might not be enough!" She grabbed a notepad and started taking notes. Strip club: Safety: 4 Anonymity: 1 Audience: 1 Effectiveness: 4 Total: 10 Trying to get his head around the possibility that Tracy might feel a need to do whatever improper displaying of her body she ended up settling on, Kyle tried to focus. "What about flashing someone from our car," he asked, "just get the attention of someone on the sidewalk or in another car and show them something?" "That might be easy to do," she agreed, "and we'd be completely in control of the timing and frequency. As tall as your truck is and as short as I am, I'm not sure if it would be easy to show anything more than my boobs, and driving around naked seems risky; we could have a police SUV pull up next to us, or have some creep follow us, or, God forbid, have an accident! Car Flash: Safety: 2 Anonymity: 1 Audience: 4 Effectiveness: 2 Total: 9 "Well, obviously, you need to be comfortable, or at least as comfortable as you can be, so we still don't seem to have an acceptable plan," he replied. "How would you feel about going streaking in a park?" Seeming to be open to the idea, Tracy asked, "Do you have a specific park in mind?" "Well, since the idea just popped into my head, it's not like I've put much thought into how and where to get you nude in public until now," he said, "but you enjoyed Southeast Park, off route 76 that time we had a picnic there, didn't you?" "I did like it there, but I seem to remember a lot of kids running around; definitely would NOT be good to be nude with that going on, and I'm not sure there would be any time with enough adults around but no children. As I recall the park's demographics shifted pretty suddenly around sunset from families to older teenagers looking for a quiet spot to drink beer and do whatever else 17 year-olds get up to! I probably shouldn't be giving either of those user groups the kind of show we're talking about! Park Streak: Safety: 3 Anonymity: 4 (assuming parking some distance away) Audience: 0 Effectiveness: 2 Total: 9 "I'm guessing a lot of parks would have similar drawbacks," Kyle admitted glumly. "How about you, where can you see yourself doing something like this?" Shivering as she answered, Tracy said, "seeing myself intentionally doing this is next to impossible almost anywhere! There is one idea Penny, our new intern, was talking about at lunch a few days ago which might work." "You've been shooting down all my ideas when you have a promising idea already? Why?" "What Penny described doing would get a good grade in most categories but a really bad score in one area," Tracy explained. "Which of the criteria you've been scoring your options on is the problem?" "Anonymity," Tracy whispered, "it gets a big fat 0 in that category." Curious, Kyle asked, "But it does okay in the other areas?" "It definitely does, she replied, To be honest, while I seriously doubt I'd have even been able to imagine myself doing this a few years ago, now just thinking about it makes me shiver! I'm sorry, I know you didn't sign up for all this!" "Actually,I think I did," Kyle said, "at our wedding; you remember- for better or for worse, and the sickness or health thing. Besides, while I don't want you to do anything dangerous, I have to admit some of your new behavior is pretty fucking hot! So, what's this mystery idea?" Taking a deep breath first, Tracy explained, "Have you ever seen anything online called a 'Pizza Dare'; I guess I've led a sheltered life, because I hadn't until Penny described her experience doing one! The basic idea is that you order some food to be delivered, usually pizza, then when the delivery guy (it's usually a guy) shows up, you flash them! There's all kinds of variations, from answering the door in lingerie all the way to opening the door completely nude and doing the transaction that way! Penny said she did a version where she answered the door with a towel wrapped around her, which fell off when she reached out and took possession of her pizza. She said she practiced to know exactly how to move to get the towel to fall off!" His throat a little scratchy, Kyle admitted to having seen, "a couple" Pizza Dares videos online and asked, "So, how does it score on your system?" "It does well on Safety," she said, because you'd be there, just out of sight. Besides, the delivery guy is at work and his employer has all of his info, which should deter any improper behavior on his part. It sucks as far as Anonymity is concerned; any place we order from will have our name, address, and phone number, no way around that. Audience is controlled by us; we can see who's coming on our security camera, and it's usually just one person, enough but not too much for our purpose! As far as Effectiveness goes, having a face to face conversation with some random dude while I'm standing there naked seems like the kind of intense experience I'm thinking will at least temporarily suppress any urges for me to do something even more foolish!" Pizza Dare: Safety: 4 Anonymity: 0 Audience: 4 Effectiveness: 4 Total: 12 "You sound like you've been giving this a lot of thought," he said, "since you're the one at risk of having more of these episodes, and you'd be the one doing the 'preventative' flashing in any of the scenarios we've discussed, it's really up to you. I get the feeling you want to do the Pizza Dare?" "Again," she scolded him, "it's not so much that I want to do any of this, it just seems like the least bad way to go!" "Sorry, I'll try to remember to avoid saying you 'want' to do this stuff," he said, then asked her, "but would you be offended if I told you that I find the idea of you doing this pretty fucking hot?" "I have no business being offended," she told him, "the truth is though I'm dreading doing it, the current ratio is 95% dread to 5% excited!" Since her most risky urges had never come closer than a month apart and her Home Depot fiasco had just happened, they decided Tracy's first intentional flashing would happen in three weeks. Tracy alternated between feeling like the days were going by too fast and feeling like her big night would never arrive. All her previous exhibitionist episodes had come on randomly, with little to no warning; the waiting almost seemed worse to her! Tracy filled her spare time during the long wait preparing herself, mentally, emotionally, and physically. She researched Pizza Dares online, stunned at how much more than just exposing themselves a few women had done! She was as certain as she could be that there was no way she'd be giving any random delivery guy a blowjob, but reminded herself that until recently there was no way she'd have been able to imagine herself doing ANY of this! She asked Kyle to set up a couple cheap cams to be sure to catch everything. Not surprisingly, he was way ahead of her and had three different views set up with a week to spare. Thinking about how much of it she'd soon be showing, she was self-conscious about her pasty mid-winter skin, so she made a few visits to a salon for some tanning bed sessions. With just a couple days left before what Kyle had half jokingly, half nervously had begun calling her big date, she shaved, as she showed Kyle, "everywhere worth shaving from my neck down!" Just as soon as Emily and Kevin were asleep Saturday night, Kyle called the shop they were going to order from. Once she heard Kyle repeating the estimated time until delivery, Tracy got out of her utilitarian Saturday errands outfit and debated one last time what to be wearing when she answered the door. She looked over some choices laid out on their bed. Lingerie? Nothing but panties? Towel? If dressed in a towel, drop it or keep it on? Completely nude from start to finish? She asked Kyle what his choice would be, but he just told her, "this has to be your decision. For what it's worth, you'll be hot as fuck whichever way you go." Tracy closed her eyes for a moment to concentrate on her options, then opened them and walked downstairs, leaving behind everything on the bed except a lightweight towel. She liked the towel for the choices it gave her of when, how, or even if to expose herself, as well as possibly letting her exposure appear to be an innocent accident. Once she was downstairs she wrapped the towel around her body and waited for the doorbell to ring. Waiting was agony; she couldn't understand what could possibly be making the delivery take so long! She was seriously thinking of backing out, running back upstairs and leaving Kyle to pay for the pizza when she heard a car stop in front of their house, followed by the sound of footsteps coming up her sidewalk! "Oh, God, this has to be him," she thought, "This is really happening!" Kyle called out to her from the kitchen, where he was monitoring the feeds from the three cameras on his laptop, "One male approaching, no problems." "No problems? Easy for him to say," she thought, "I'm the one doing the flashing!" Approaching the door she asked Kyle, "Can you tell how old he is? I don't want to get naked in front of some kid!" "Definitely not a kid," Kyle replied, older than us, I'd say." "Okay, I can do this,"she thought. The firm knocking on the door wasn't unexpected but still startled Tracy. She paused until she heard a second knock, then reached for the doorknob, twisted it, and pulled the door wide open. Seeing that the man outside the door holding an insulated bag was understandably surprised to see her as she was, she explained, "I was just about to take a shower, and I guess my husband didn't hear you from the basement." She was glad to see Kyle had been right about the driver's age; she thought what she was planning would have been even harder to go through with if he'd been younger and fitter than the balding, paunchy middle aged guy she was about to show her nude body to! "No worries," the driver said, grinning. With just a quick glance she could see he was enjoying the sight of her. "One medium pizza with pepperoni, a small side salad and a dozen wings, with tax, comes to $32.76." He opened the storm door wide enough to hand Tracy the items and held them out for her to take them. She reached out with both hands and took the three items. With her arms fully extended and her hands occupied, a little twist of her torso was all that was needed to loosen the towel enough to begin its irrevocable slide off her body. Though it felt longer to Tracy, the towel's trip to the floor took no more than 4 seconds, most of which was the period where her breasts briefly delayed the inevitable. With her hands full of the various food packages, even if she had wanted to Tracy couldn't have done anything right away about getting her towel back on. She looked all around the entrance hall, her frantic search for someplace she could set the packages down appearing real enough for the driver to believe her nudity was accidental; the small bench, the bookcase, the recycling bin, everything in sight was covered with odds and ends rendering them useless as a spot to set her delivery down. She mumbled, "I'm sorry, this is so embarrassing," again and again; she was being at least slightly truthful about being embarrassed, but wasn't feeling at all sorry! Eventually she gave up and set the packages down on a relatively clean area of the floor. "No need to apologize," the driver said, "This is my last delivery tonight, so you can take your time, I'm in no hurry!" Tracy finally picked up her towel, but needing to hand the driver the two twenties waiting on the bookcase she didn't try to wrap herself in it. She decided that as much of her as he'd already seen, there wasn't really any point in trying to cover herself now, so with the towel dangling uselessly from her left hand she held out the cash with her right hand and told the happy driver, "keep the change!" Without actually making any motion toward leaving, the driver said, "Oh, thank you very much, and have a good night!" Even after Tracy told him, "you're welcome! Have a good night!" and closed the door, the driver lingered for a moment. She half expected to see him still frozen in place in the morning, but breathed a sigh of relief when she finally heard him walking down the steps. She leaned back against the door, quivering. Kyle hustled in and gathered her up in a tight hug. "That was amazing, you were so brave," he told her. They shared a long, intense kiss, then he asked, "Do you want to eat any of the food, or.." she cut him off. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she hissed, "The food can wait...I don't think it'll have to wait long!" Twenty minutes and three orgasms between them later, Tracy and Kyle enjoyed their lukewarm pizza and wings as they reviewed the video of her encounter from all angles on his tablet. The following Monday, Tracy began wearing more modest outfits to work, to see if her flashing Saturday night really did as she hoped, putting a stop to her exhibitionist urges. It did seem to have worked, as she went through the week without feeling any need to show off her body. All the way through Thursday afternoon she never so much as unbuttoned a single button on her blouse. Since her office had switched to four day work weeks, behaving herself at the office from Monday through Thursday was good enough. She and Kyle made sure he went with her whenever she left the house that first weekend, just in case she had an unexpected episode like the one she'd had at Home Depot. One workweek and weekend came and went without a hint of trouble, then a second, then a third. Given her complete lack of any sign that her urges were coming back, but knowing they were likely to eventually, Tracy and Kyle were sure they had finally found a way to at least temporarily keep them at bay. They debated the two variables they weren't yet sure about; how frequently to repeat the intentional self-exposure, and whether she should exhibit herself the same way as her Pizza Dare or do something else. Kyle favored a longer interval between her exposures, something like 6-8 weeks, while Tracy felt like going much beyond 4 weeks risked being taken by surprise by an exhibitionist urge. Kyle thought the Pizza Dare had been effective, and said, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it!" Tracy agreed that what she'd done had worked, but wondered if continuing month after month might make her develop a sort of tolerance, leading to her to unpredictably feel the need to expose herself! Going into the 4th week since her original Pizza Dare, they compromised; they agreed to follow Tracy's 4 week schedule, planning another show for the upcoming weekend, but sticking with the same type of exposure, as Kyle favored. The Tuesday before her planned show for some random delivery guy, Tracy's supervisor asked if she could put in a few hours on Friday. Eric hadn't demanded she come in, but she knew him well enough to realize he'd probably hold a grudge if she refused. She agreed to help out by working about 6 hours, explaining that her need to drop off and pick up her kids from school kept her from doing any more. As far as she was concerned, Eric didn't need to know that Kyle was already scheduled to do the school run on Friday; he was lucky to have her come in at all on a day she was supposed to have off! Late Thursday afternoon Kyle called Tracy to let her know he needed to make a quick trip out of town, leaving early Friday morning and returning by dinner time on Saturday. She was NOT happy to have the change in their schedule sprung on her, and let him know it. She asked, "have you forgotten we already have plans for Saturday night?" "Trust me, I have not forgotten our plans, but I can't get out of it," he said, "There's a big problem with our project in Orlando, and I'm the only person familiar enough with what's going on there to deal with it. You told your boss you needed to take care of the kids, now it's true, right?" "I guess, but it's going to be tight if Eric gives me as much work as I'm expecting he will," she said, "Just get back as soon as you can!" "Will do. If I can solve the contractor's problem quickly enough to get home early I will; I wouldn't want to miss the pizza delivery!" "Then you'd better make it home as promised," she said, and whispered, "or I might have to go on without you!" They ended the call, and both spent a few minutes thinking about their schedules; Tracy decided she could fit everything in if she skipped lunch and Kyle looked for flight options to get home earlier if work allowed. Friday morning Tracy dressed quickly and hurried Emily and Kevin along, making it to their school 10 minutes ahead of schedule. Her efforts ended up being wasted as an accident blocked off 3 out of 4 lanes on the highway between school and work, costing her 20 minutes. She found Eric and asked for her assignment, diving in as soon as she had it in hand. Around half past noon, three hours into the task Eric had handed her, Tracy looked ahead to see how much work was left to do; what she saw let her relax a bit for the first time since she'd jumped out of bed that morning. Most of what was left to be done on the document she was working on was standard boilerplate; she was sure she could finish in two hours, possibly less. Now that she was confident she could finish her assignment with time to spare, she kicked herself for not bringing a lunch to work. She doubted she had enough time to go out for something, and the single cup of yogurt she'd had for breakfast wasn't going to get her through the day, so she headed for the vending machines in the break room. Sighing as she tried to decide which of the choices in the two machines were least bad, she settled on a small bag of oatmeal raisin cookies and a bottle of lemonade. On her way back to her cubicle she ran into a pair of co-workers, Carol and Nancy, who were heading out. "I didn't know anyone else was here," Tracy told them. Carol replied, "As far as I can see, it;s just we three and Eric," Carol replied, "and we're headed out to lunch; care to join us?" Carol and Nancy were known to take long lunches, so as unexciting as her vending machine lunch was, Tracy had to turn down the invitation, saying, "I wish I could, but I've got to finish something and also need to leave early. Maybe another time!" Tracy lingered a whole 5 minutes eating what passed as her lunch, then brought a printout of what she'd done so far to Eric to be sure she'd be able to finish the document in the time she had left, reminding him that she needed to leave no later than 3:00. "Looks like you're on track," Eric told her, marking up a handful of edits on the print copy. As she was leaving his office he told her, "I'm about to go get a bite to eat and run an errand, but I'm sure I'll be back before you leave, around 2:30 I'm guessing. If I'm delayed and you need to go, just email me the finished file and leave a print copy on my desk." Tracy settled in to wrap up her assignment, making short work of the markups Eric had added; she then found various documents from which to borrow the big chunks of boilerplate making up the last third or so of the document she was working on and pasted them in. At 12:45 she heard the chime of an elevator arriving and looked up just in time to see Eric leave. She scanned the work she'd done since Eric's review. She found nothing to correct, not surprising since the material she pasted in had all been copied from finished documents in earlier projects. She printed and bound the copy Eric had asked for, and left it on his desk. "Done!" she said to herself triumphantly, "and ahead of schedule, too!" According to the clock on Eric's desk, it was just 1:17. "If I leave now to pick up Emily and Kevin I'll just end up waiting in the parking lot for an hour, but I'm not sure if I have enough time to go somewhere for a real lunch without risking being late." She resigned herself to hanging around her office for a while and sat down in front of her computer. She played games for a few minutes, then checked her social media accounts, which led to her browsing videos for a few minutes. She was already bored when she was startled by all but a handful of the lights in the office shutting off; she had heard that the lights were connected to motion sensors and would turn off if there wasn't any activity, but had never been there to see it happen. "Cool," she said as the lights obeyed her by flickering back on as she stood up and waved her arms around. She hadn't thought about it, but now realized this was the first time she'd ever been alone in the office and tried to guess just how much longer she'd have the space to herself. She couldn't be sure, but based on their usual pattern, her best estimate of when Carol and Nancy would return was 2:15. Eric was harder for her to figure out, since he usually had lunch at his desk. She wondered, "Is he going out to eat or just grabbing something and bringing it back here? And what kind of errand is he doing?" Her best guess was about 2:30, but she knew it was just a guess. Assuming her estimate of how long she'd be alone was accurate, the question was, what to do with an office all her own? She thought of several mild choices, such as rearranging things on someone's desk, or swapping the desk chairs of several people she knew were particularly fussy about their own chair. Dissatisfied with the mild pranks, she said to herself, "This is exactly the kind of situation I'd expect to get one of my urges, but for whatever reason, that's not happening! Seems like a waste of a good opportunity!" She took a stroll around the office, ending at her own cubicle. She thought, "Maybe I could just do something a tiny bit naughty, not really naked, and not in anyone's sight. What the hell!" She grabbed an empty tote bag she kept at her desk to shop at a farmer's market a couple of blocks away on Wednesdays and headed to the breakroom. It occurred to her that this was the kind of thing the medicine induced urges would have her do, "but this is different," she said, "nothing's forcing me, and I can stop anytime I want to!" With no direct line of sight into the breakroom from entrance to the office, and the Lady's room adjacent to the breakroom, Tracy was sure she would hear anyone's return to the office with plenty of time to retreat to the toilet room and get dressed. "Easy! And safe."she told herself as she began unbuttoning her blouse. "Well, probably safe enough," she thought as she dropped her maroon top into the tote bag. She felt a familiar shiver run through her when she unbuttoned, unzipped, and dropped her tan chinos to the floor and stepped out of them. Since she'd taken her shoes and socks off hours ago, she was down to a somewhat racy matching bra and panty set, pink with a mix of sheer areas and strategically placed lace floral areas! Tracy was as sure as she possibly could be that she hadn't expected to find herself in her current situation, but was pleased with her reflection in the glass front of the vending machine. She realized that stripping to her lingerie was a strange thing to be proud of, but proud she was. "The question now is, can I do anything more without getting too reckless?" She checked the time again, then reminded herself what time she expected to see Carol, Nancy, and Eric. She peeked out beyond the entrance to the breakroom and studied the space. With, she estimated, at least 20 minutes before anyone was likely to disturb her solitude, she came up with a plan for extending this unexpected adventure. The hardest step in Tracy's new plan was the first one, which would take her away from the sanctuary of the breakroom, without the tote bag, which she had decided to leave on the counter, next to the refrigerator. Her destination on this walkabout in the open office wearing only her lingerie was a point at the far end of the space, about the same distance from the breakroom as it was from Tracy's cubicle. When she reached her intended destination she would be about same distance from both the tote bag holding the rest of her outfit, and her cubicle, with the backup outfit she kept around just in case an urge caught her by surprise at work. Her thinking was that even if any of her co-workers arrived, she would always be close enough to one cache of clothing or the other to be able to get to shelter and get dressed before any of her co-workers caught sight of her in nothing but her lingerie. Tracy left the breakroom tentatively, feeling astonished at her own boldness, but also oddly confident that as outrageous as what she was doing was, she had come up with an essentially safe adventure. She picked up her pace, passing row after row of workspaces, imagining what their usual occupants would think if she were to have a brisk walk past them in the nude some workday afternoon! "But I'm not nude, not really" she thought, frowning as she reached her goal of her jaunt. She stopped and looked at her two possible destinations. Now that she'd made it to the farthest possible point from her two sources of clothing, the distance didn't seem all that daunting. She surely had enough time to do what she was now thinking about! She trotted back to the breakroom, not to use as a refuge, nor as the endpoint of the risky feat as she had planned, but as a jumping off point for her revised mission! Tracy unhooked her bra and took it off, then dropped it into her tote bag, followed seconds later by her frilly panties! Ignoring the pounding of her heart, she said, "Now it's a real adventure!" She went back to the far end of the space where she'd turned back before. She stopped and thought about her options, eventually deciding to go back to the breakroom the long way, via her cubicle, where her bag of emergency clothing was waiting in case she ceased to be the sole occupant of the office. Tracy forced herself to take the trip to her cubicle at a leisurely pace, even pausing at a couple of points to savor the experience! Passing by her desk she sat and saw she had composed the email to Eric and attached a copy of the document he had asked for, but hadn't sent it yet! Snapping back into productive office worker mode, she double-checked the email and hit 'send'. Giggling at the thought of what Eric would think if he saw her current total lack of clothing, she noticed his reply, thanking her for getting it done and telling her he'd be back in 10 minutes. Leaning back in her chair, Tracy thought about how to put as much of that time as possible to good use. Reluctantly deciding against what would have been a memorable masturbation session, Tracy decided to just slowly go back to the breakroom and get dressed, thinking, "better to not be even partially undressed when Eric shows up. She began the last leg of her jaunt, strolling away from her cubicle. She hadn't gone very far when she heard it. The unmistakable chime indicating an elevator cab had arrived. Her time as the only person in the office was going to be over, not in 10 minutes, but more like 10 seconds! Tracy had to immediately decide whether to back up or go forward. She guessed her best of two bad options was taking a couple of steps back to her cubicle, where she might be able to get dressed in her emergency outfit without attracting any attention. At a bit under 3 feet tall, the top of the cubicles wasn't tall enough to completely hide her if she was standing, but she thought crouching, kneeling, or sitting while getting her upper body covered should work. "It's got to be better than trying to make it all the way to the breakroom totally naked!" She scrambled back to her cubicle, not sure whether she'd made the right decision, but certain she was committed. Tracy crawled under her desktop and sat silently, trying to guess who had just joined her and whether whoever it was was coming her way. The entrance lobby floor was tile, allowing her to clearly hear footsteps, too many for it to be Eric! "Carol and Nancy! It's got to be them," she thought, "Their cubicles are way down at the far end of the space, they aren't likely to hear me getting dressed from there!" Hurrying now to get into her emergency outfit before Eric came back, she was relieved to find the bag she'd stashed behind a file cabinet months ago and opened it. Tracy's heart skipped a beat or two when she found only a pair of red high heels waiting for her in the bag. She vaguely remembered bringing the shoes in to work on one of the days she was dressed more flamboyantly. She thought, "I must have grabbed the wrong bag when I meant to bring these home. I bet the backup clothes are in my car's trunk!" She knew once Eric returned her already slim chance of getting back in her clothes without being seen in the nude by her supervisor would likely vanish entirely. It dawned on her that her only hope of getting out of this mess was to risk making a break for it! So she did! Peeking over the sea of cubicles Tracy saw Carol standing at her own cubicle at the far end of the room, looking down into the space next to hers, apparently having a conversation. With Carol in a position to see Tracy from her head down to her belly if she were to look towards her, Tracy began trotting to the breakroom. She kept her eye on Carol the whole time, ready to duck down below the top of the cubicles if Carol began to turn towards her. Watching Carol so closely was why Tracy didn't see Nancy until she was about to collide with her. To her credit, Nancy's first thought was for Tracy's well-being, asking a series of questions. "Did someone attack you? Are you being chased? Why are you naked?" Tracy replied, her voice cracking, "No, nobody has attacked me, and no one's chasing me either. I'm not sure how to explain why I'm naked. My clothes are in that tote bag on the counter, can I get dressed now and explain later?" Turning to her own problems once it was clear that Tracy wasn't in any danger, Nancy pointed angrily to her own blouse, with half of her cup of coffee splattered across her chest. She told her naked co-worker, "the only reason Carol and I are here this afternoon is the video conference we have in a few minutes. I can't look like this in front of our client. We're close to the same size, let me have your bra and blouse until the call is over!" Tracy had to admit that it was her own fault that Nancy's clothes were a mess, and besides, Nancy was about 15 years older and way higher in the office's hierarchy. Tracy nodded and asked, instead of switching back after your call, can I take your bra and blouse so I can pick up my kids from school on time? I'll have your things cleaned, of course!" Nancy couldn't help being impressed by the nerve of the naked young woman standing before her, negotiating with such a weak hand; she agreed, but added a condition, "Okay, but if I'm not satisfied with the cleaning, you'll need to replace them!" Tracy nodded her agreement, dug her blouse and bra out of the tote, and set them on the counter. She had just got her panties and slacks on when Nancy handed her the soaked white silk blouse and pale pink bra. Nancy cleaned her upper chest, boobs and belly with wet paper towels, and Tracy blotted the stained areas on Nancy's garments as well as she could. Seeing both Tracy and Nancy naked from the waist up, Eric was sure he couldn't possibly have timed his return to the office any better, and was particularly happy that he had decided to go straight to the breakroom for a cup of coffee. Nancy was wishing he'd arrived a few minutes later or earlier, when she was fully dressed. Tracy was happy enough with the way things had worked out! Still wiping the coffee off her body, Nancy calmly explained to the pleasantly shocked Eric that Tracy had carelessly bumped into her, making her spill coffee all over herself right before a video conference, which was why they were in the process of exchanging clothes. Tracy paused her effort to dry out the bra and blouse and turned to face Eric, nodding her head in agreement with Nancy's explanation! She was relieved that Nancy chose to omit the little detail of how Tracy had been naked when they collided. "That's the whole story," Nancy told Eric, "you can go now! "Umm, yeah," he said, grinning, "just as soon as I get my coffee.