Author: Alexander
Title: Celestine Naked in San Francisco
Part: 3
Summary: Celestine cannot resist her need to be naked in public,
and goes for a very exposed walk around the block in the Richmond
district.
Keywords: F, exhib, public, real

For a couple weeks I didn't go out at all.  As I think I said
before, I don't think I ever really don't _want_ to be outside
nude, it's more that the fear overtakes the excitement, so I
decide I've had enough and don't want to do it anymore.  For
about a week every night I would think seriously about going out,
but then talk myself out of it.  Then one night at about 8
o'clock, it was just getting dark, and it was just time to go out
again.  I had already decided what I would wear next time.  It's
this cute raincoat that goes down about mid thigh.  I took off my
clothes, donned my raincoat and flip flops, and went out to my
car.

The sun had gone down, and it was almost dark.  I remembered one
of my favorite streets in San Francisco, 23rd Ave. between Fulton
and Cabrillo for some reason has a median and is tree-lined and
beautiful.  It's the only street like that in the neighborhood. 
All the rest are lined with row houses, and no trees at all, just
a wide sidewalk and parallel-parked cars.  I decided to check it
out.

The sky was dark blue when I got there.  On Fulton there was
still a lot of traffic, but 23rd and Cabrillo were empty.  I
parked on the corner on 23rd and got out.  I had not done this in
a couple weeks, and I was really nervous!  I felt the
butterflies, the tingling, the excitement.  I couldn't bring
myself to take off my raincoat.  I did take off my sandals and
leave them in the car, so I was standing on the street in my bare
feet, wearing nothing at all but my short raincoat.  I closed the
door softly and walked lightly to the corner with Fulton.  I
peaked around the corner.  I could see no one on the sidwalk. 
Fulton is a busy street, four lanes wide and fast.  (Golden Gate
Park is on one side, houses on the other.)  The cars were rushing
by on the other side of the parked cars, but the sidewalk was
empty.

My coat was still buttoned.  I stepped out gingerly onto the
sidewalk, and I was in full naked mode.  I was still completely
covered, but the anticipation had hit me completely.  I was so
excited!  I looked at the oncoming cars, and fingered the zipper,
and slowly pulled it down, until it was open, but I held it
closed.  The thrill was wonderful, but I had completely lost my
courage in the last two weeks!  I couldn't bring myself to let
the coat fall open.  I looked up and down the sidewalk and turned
back to the corner.

I went back to my car and opened the passenger side.  I was still
scared, but it was time to do something.  I looked around again,
and opened the coat, then looked around again and slowly let the
coat fall from my shoulders.  I wasn't doing a striptease, I just
wanted to be ready to yank it back on if someone came out of
their house.  It fell off my shoulders, and then my breasts were
bare.  Then I lifted one arm out, and swung the coat around and
pulled it off my other arm.  I quickly threw it into my car and
closed the door.  I was naked again for the first time in two
weeks.  I was completely thrilled and scared.  My ass was bare, I
felt the sides of my breasts against my arms.  I looked again at
my squat reflection in the car window.

The cars were still rushing by on Fulton, too fast to see me.  I
turned and walked several steps up 23rd without looking back,
knowing my ass and back were exposed to the traffic, but knowing
know one was going to see.  After about 10 steps I was engulfed
in the darkness of 23rd Ave., and I relaxed a little.  This
street is very quiet, and I didn't think I would see anyone.

I went all the way to Cabrillo without incident, walking in the
middle of the sidewalk, but the sidewalk was dark.  Cabrillo is
another wide and wide-open street.  It's only two lanes, and not
as busy, but still a lot of cars, and no trees or any other
cover.  From behind a parked car on 23rd I looked up and down
Cabrillo.  Up two blocks was a woman walking her dog.  I was back
in the position I had been in that first night, having to wait
for someone to move.  She was up two blocks, and I took a deep
breath and took the plunge,  standing up and turning the corner
down Cabrillo toward 22nd.  I kept my attention focused forward,
knowing she was just two blocks behind me.  If she only looked up
she would see a naked woman walking down the street.  No one
came, and I made it quickly to 22nd.

22nd is also wide open, no trees, but it is much narrower. 
Because the houses are so close together there are not many
spaces for cars, and so there are long stretches with no car
cover.  At one point I crossed over to the other side of the
street where there were more cars, but then there was a big gap
on that side as well.  I decided just to go, and walked straight.
 As I'm walking sometimes I am entirely focused on my
surroundings, my heightened senses listening and watching for the
slightest movement.  But other times I become much more focused
on myself and what I'm doing.  That's when I picture myself from
a distance walking nude along this street.  That's when I feel
powerful.  I even looked down to watch my naked body walking
along the street.  I could see my naked boobs, the top of my
shaved pussy moving as my bare thighs moved back and forth.  I
loved it so much.  I even stopped to look down at myself, see me
naked in the street.

Now I was only about 100 feet from Fulton.  I had not really
encountered anyone yet.  But what was I doing?  I really knew how
to put myself in bad situations!  Here I was at the corner of a
very busy street.  My car was only a short block away, but I
would have to walk completely naked down that block to get to it.
 The only other option was to walk all the way back the way I
came.

I encountered the other problem I had had the first night.  I
wanted to peek around the corner.  But if I shielded myself
against the corner of the building on one side, then I was
completely exposed from the other side.  But if I stayed by the
cars, then my other side was exposed.  I went to the corner and
peeked around it, and a guy was walking right at me!  He was only
a few feet away.  I dashed across the sidewalk and ducked in
front of the first car.  There was no car in front of it, so I
wasn't really protected.  I watched the corner through the window
until he appeared.  He turned right and headed down 22nd right
toward me!

Once again there was nothing I could do but creep around the car
as he went by, which meant kneeling down in the middle of 22nd
behind the car.  I slowly crept toward the back of the car as he
walked past.  As he cleared the front of the car I turned and
dashed across 22nd to the cars parked there.

I only had that one short block to go.  I felt that same
fantastic feeling.  I was going to walk down Fulton.  I was
scared to death, but at the same time I knew it would be okay.  I
waited until a break in the traffic and started down.  Several
cars came by as I went.  I don't know if they saw me because I
was shielded by the parked cars, but I hope they did!  As I got
closer to my car, as my safety zone grew, I felt safer, and I
walked farther from the parked cars, in the middle of the
sidewalk.  At the last corner, I was only a few steps away, and I
walked straight to the driver's side door, in the middle of the
street, and got in.

I didn't put my coat back on, but now that I was in the car I had
had enough for that night, and I started home.  It was not later
than 9 or 9:30.  There was still a lot of traffic everywhere.  (I
mean a lot for a nude woman driving around--it wasn't _heavy_
traffic.)  I had planned on putting my coat back on when I
parked, but there was a spot right at my back door.  I didn't see
anyone on the street, so I walked from my car across the sidewalk
to the door still naked.  I really enjoyed this much milder
adventure, and resolved to go out for at least a little bit every
night, but maybe earlier each night.

I enjoy writing these stories so much, because it's almost like
reliving it.  I get all worked up.  I know this story was kind of
boring, but I just love putting in every detail I can remember
because it makes it more exciting for me.  I hope you guys enjoy
it too.

Love,


Celestine

alexander@nudeinsf.com







  
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