Her First Event

An Alaskan Doll Story

by MWTB

Copyright 2010 by MWTB

The assignments had been getting harder and harder. He knew she was a slut. She knew she was a slut. And, it seemed, he was trying to make sure that the whole world knew.

Today's assignment was not atypical, just a little farther than she had previously gone. Donna had to expose her breasts five times in public places, and at least two of them had to be where people might be able to see her. She pulled her shirt up outside a few times when no one was around, but despite the lack of people, she still felt like a nasty girl. The first time that she did it where people could see was the ladies' restroom; she pulled her shirt up in front of the mirror as if examining her breasts for something. There were four women present, and while she was sure that they thought it was an innocent gesture, she got so wet wondering what they would think of her if they knew that she was exposing herself because she was instructed to.

While she had successfully shown herself off with minimal fuss and embarrassment, she knew that doing something like that again was not what he was looking for, and Donna was nothing if not a good and obedient girl. The letter of the law wasn't enough; she knew the intent, and she was going to fulfill it.

She was at work, leaving on her dinner break, and she decided to get the assignment out of the way. She drove off base to pick something up. On her way back, she saw a car with two cute men in it.

'This is it, ' she thought. With a red face, she raised her blouse and watched as they noticed her. Oh yeah, they saw her tits. They smiled and waved. Donna smiled back, wet and proud of herself, and she knew that he would be proud of her too. She put her blouse down and kept driving.

Donna headed back to the base, not paying any more attention to the car. She certainly didn't realize that they could follow her on to the base. She pulled into a parking spot outside the building where she worked, made sure that she was presentable, grabbed the food, and headed inside.

Just before she got to the door, a man approached her and said, "Excuse me." She turned around and then felt all the blood in her body rush to her face as she realized that the man talking to her was one of the men that she had flashed.

Her face red, her head dizzy, she said, "Yes, Sir?"

He smiled and said, "As much as my friend and I loved seeing your beautiful breasts, I have to tell you something." He pulled his wallet out of his coat and opened it to show her his Military Police badge.

If anything, Donna's face became redder. She felt like she could have crawled under a rock right at that moment. She told him, "I am sorry. A friend bet me that I didn't have the nerve to do something bold and suggested I do that. He is trying to help me get over my shyness."

Donna just knew that her face was fifty shades of red by this point. She asked, "Am I under arrest?"

"No," he said with a little smile. "Please calm down. We enjoyed it very much and we do have a sense of humor." He chuckled and took her hand, which was shaking pretty badly. She felt like she could pass out at any second, and he could tell that she was pretty shaken and frightened.

He said, "If a policeman wanted to, he could have pulled you over and cited you for indecent exposure, but as for me, well I definitely didn't find anything about your breasts indecent."

He was so nice. So understanding. So cute.

"It does look like you are overcoming your shyness," he continued with a lovely smile. Then he told her to have a nice night, walked back to the car, got in and headed out. She could see them chuckling or laughing as they drove away. She just tried to smile without fainting at what could have happened.

She went into her building and sat at her desk, trying not to hyperventilate. How humiliating it was! She quickly sent him a note telling him what had happened. After ascertaining that she was OK and not in trouble, he sent her next instructions.

"Oh Lord," she said aloud as she read his note:

If you see that nice young man around again, approach him and tell him, "I want to apologize again for what I did, but I was wondering. Do you have any suggestions of where a shy girl could strip in front of a cute guy so she could get over her shyness?"

She shuddered with a strange combination of arousal and fear and headed to the bathroom so she could get herself off.