Author: Alexander
Title: Celestine Naked in San Francisco
Part: 6
Summary: Celestine masturbates in broad daylight on a long stairway
Keywords: F, exhib, public, real

After the bridge incident I cooled it a little bit, but I still wanted
to go out in daylight.  During one of my explorations I discovered this
great neighborhood in San Francisco.  I can't figure out the name of the
neighborhood, but it's on the south side of Mount Sutro, north of
Clarendon. The houses are literally on the side of the mountain, and the
neighborhood consists of four long roads that wrap around the south and
west side of the mountain, each one far above the next.  All of the houses
are connected, so one road is bordered on one side (the downhill side) by
literally a half-mile wall of houses, and the other side by the side of the
hill.  High up the hill is the next row of houses that forms the wall of
houses for that street, and another above that.  The hills are too steep so
each road goes a long way without any cross streets, as I said, at least
half a mile without a break.  It seems to be all single family houses, so
there is almost no activity on the streets; however, likewise, there are
almost no cars on the streets because the houses have garages.  Walking
along this street naked would be worse than walking over a pedestrian
bridge (which doesn't mean I didn't try it!).

   But what makes the neighborhood so great is the stairways.  Between each
pair of streets are one or two stairs.  These are ENORMOUS stairways.  They
stretch up for at least a hundred feet from one level to the next.  The
stairs go between the houses.  There will be a small break in the wall of
houses, with a simple sidewalk that goes to the back of the two houses.  At
the end of the stairs is the top of the huge stairway.  I didn't have a map
with me.  Everything I'm telling you I figured out later by looking at the
map.  All I knew was I was way up in the air, and there were stairs. 
Stairs have one thing in common with the pedestrian bridges, they are off
the streets, which means no police.  If a policeman were somehow to see
you, I thought, they couldn't chase after you in their car, they'd have to
get out and chase you on foot.  But the difference with the stairways is
they are completely isolated.  Like the sidewalk next to the bridge over
market, these stairs are all covered by trees.  It's like a nature walk
through the woods in the middle of the city.  One more thing I have come to
love.  All the stairs and all the path sidewalks (as opposed to actual
sidewalks) in San Francisco have the same style of hand railing.  It's made
of simple thick round pipe, and painted a sort of burnt orange or rust
color.  I've come to love those hand rails--if you ever see such a handrail
in San Francisco, you know you've discovered a great place to walk naked.

   I drove up and down the streets but still had no idea where I really
was, or even which direction I was facing or what mountain I was actually
on.  (San Francisco is a strange city geographically.  Much of it is
completely flat, but some of it has those ridiculous straight up-and-down
hills that I've described before.  Then in a couple places, like here in
the middle of the city, are enormous hills, even mountains.  One of them is
Mount Davidson, which has a huge concrete cross on top for some bizarre
reason.  One of them is "Twin Peaks" because it looks like boobs [yes, not
everyone in SF is gay!], and the third one is Mount Sutro, this one.  These
three mountains are right next to each other, with these windy quiet
neighborhoods that crawl up the sides of the mountains.)

   I decided just to pick one.  Unfortunately I could not park right at the
top of the stairs because the curb was too narrow there.  I had to park
about 50 feet from the stairs on the other side of the street, so when I
got out, it was a wide-open walk from the car to the stairs.  I considered
walking down the stairs clothed first to see where it went, but decided it
would be much more fun to not find out first.

   I stood there next to my car for a minute listening.  It was really
quiet.  The trees were really tall, but even they were still.  A hush
seemed to be over the whole neighborhood.  I listened carefully, and
started to tingle as I began to imagine myself soon being naked.  I took
off my shoes and socks and stood there in my bare feet, listening.  It's
really exciting to stand outside in your bare feet like that.  If anyone
were to see you, it would be obvious you were up to something, but you're
not doing anything wrong.  Still, no normal person stands on the street
next to their car flush and nervous in their bare feet, their breathing
shallow.

   The approach to crossing the line is always so exciting.  I reached down
and unbuttoned my pants.  I was still okay.  If a policeman came by, I
wasn't doing anything wrong.  A game I like to play is to see how exposed I
can become before I have crossed that line.  And the important decision of
which gets naked first, my top of bottom?  If my shirt buttons I can
prolong the moment, even with it unbuttoned I can still cross my arms and
seem casual; but today it was a t-shirt.

   Then comes the stage where although you are clearly not fully dressed,
you are not yet exposed.  If I take my top off first, my boobs are exposed,
yet I still have my pants on.  It's more exposed in one way, and yet I
imagine more acceptable too.  It's not really so raunchy to flash your
boobs, you see that all the time (at Mardi Gras, or here at the Folsom
Street Fair, or whatever).  To take your bottoms off first is far
naughtier, however, with a T-shirt on, I'm not really exposed.  I'm naked
from the waist down, but my shirt will usually cover everything.

   I unzipped my pants and listened again.  I was still standing in the
middle of the road next to my car.  I had not seen a car or a person since
I had gotten here.  Still listening intently, I hooked my thumbs in my
panties and pushed both down over my hips.  My pussy was now exposed.  To
torture myself, I forced myself to push my pants the rest of the way off
slowly, rather than hurrying to rip them off and throw them in the car.  If
a car came by while I was bent over with my pants around my knees, that
would be worse than if I were just standing there in my t-shirt!

   I slowly pushed my pants down, the tingling in my stomach growing each
second.  Finally I stepped out of them and threw them in the car.  The time
had come, and I quickly pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it in
after (no bra), and I was standing there completely naked.  I love this
feeling so much!  I'd done it several times now, but it is still so
thrilling.  No one was in sight, but I was directly across from half a
dozen houses.  Anyone could be looking out, or any of the garage doors or
front doors could open at any time.  It's so exciting!  I am so addicted to
it, at that moment I told myself I would never stop doing this.  I reached
down between my legs and between my lips briefly, then pushed the car door
quietly closed and started across the street.

   I was now in the middle of the street, and stopped to look both ways,
daring a car to come.  Then I started for the sidewalk between the houses.
The sidewalk is maybe 30 or 40 feet between the houses before the stairs.
Here between the houses I was completely safe.  I wasn't even really
worried about someone from either of the houses seeing me, I could just run
back to my car.  Wow, these stairs were really long!  The trees stretched
closely over the stairs, and I could not see the bottom.  After about 20
steps I was under the canopy, and could not even see the windows of the
houses above me.  As I had been on that sidewalk, I was now completely
naked in the middle of the city, completely in the open, and completely
safe.  I could not imagine any reason why someone else would walk down
these stairs.

   I was now completely relaxed, and continued down.  After probably 50
stairs there was another sidewalk that branched off to the left.  I looked
up behind me, wow, I had come a long way!  I decided to take the sidewalk
off the stairs.  It ended with a gate about 10 feet down, and opened up
into the playground of a beautiful little school!  I had no idea where I
was.  If I had been so inclined I could easily have imagined this as some
kind of enchanted place.  The school was a normal looking school, but the
playground was amazing.  The gate was in one far corner of the playground,
so one fence went off to the right, and the other went straight in front of
me.  The corner of the school was diagonally across from me, and the
playground extended in both directions along the school walls.  The area to
the right was entirely covered over with those tall trees.  The wind was
blowing a little now, and the trees rustled high above me.  Just inside the
gate was a jungle gym, and the right-hand area was covered with those
cushiony rubbery tiles.  It felt really good against my feet.  This must
have been for the small kids.  To the left, in front of me the playground
extended far back along the back of the school, with those trailer class
rooms lining the fence opposite the building.  That area was concrete, with
basketball courts and things.

   It was only about 5:30PM.  I gazed at the school, looking for any sign
of life.  At this time, I imagined, the students and teachers would have
gone home, but the janitors might still be there.  If I ventured into the
school yard would they see me?  The right-hand side was more enclosed and
more cushiony.  I ventured past the gate in that direction.  I was still
behind the jungle gym, but stood straight and walked a step to the side to
survey the windows.  I took a step, then crossed the distance to the corner
of the school.  I peered in the nearest window, but it was dark.  This side
of the school was maybe 100 feet long.  I decided I could make it to the
end and look through that fence, then come back.  I crept past the windows,
still all dark.  Halfway down the wall was the entrance.  I peered around
the corner.  At the far end of the hall was a janitor!  His back was too
me, and he was busy doing janitor things; I quickly jumped across the
entrance, then walked quickly the rest of the way without looking in the
windows.  Through the fence I could see the road below.  I thought it was
Clarendon?  Now I realized sort of where I was. . . .

   I turned around.  I had really come far!  And there was not even a gate
in this fence.  The only way out was the way I came; if someone came around
the corner I was completely trapped.  It had been too easy walking along
the wall, I decided to walk in the middle of the playground back to the
jungle gym.  I loved the soft rubber tiles.  I wanted to feel them more.  I
was half way between the school wall and the fence with my gate now, but
still not far from the end fence.  I got down onto my hands and knees to
feel the tiles.  My school hadn't had these.  I sat down cross-legged and
looked around, then unfolded my legs and leaned back on my hands and looked
up at the trees.  I looked down at my pussy and my bare legs spread out in
front of me on the black rubber.  I was a little disappointed.  I wanted to
do something to enjoy the tiles.  I wished I had someone to wrestle with or
something.  But it was kind of lame down here by myself.

   I got onto my knees, then bent down onto my hands again.  I lowered my
shoulders all the way to the ground so my cheek was resting against the
rubber, spread my knees apart, and arched my back, pushing my ass and pussy
into the air like porn girls do.  I imagined getting fucked like that.

   For about two seconds, then that was enough of that.  I stood back up.
That had just been dumb--if someone had seen me then, I would have felt
silly, not excited.  It crossed my mind for the first time in a long time
that I was completely naked and far from my car.  I marveled at how
comfortable I had become!  I brushed the bits of rubber off my ass and
knees and shoulders and boobs as I walked back to the jungle gym.  I forced
myself not to look into the doorway as I walked by.  At the gym I turned
around and waited expectantly for the janitor to appear, but he did not.

   I considered going down along the other wing of the playground, but it
seemed too far now.  Instead I climbed up into the jungle gym, onto the
platform at the top of the slide.  I sat down against the wall.  I was now
completely hidden.  I looked down at my legs and pussy again, and ran my
hand over my thigh to my pussy.  That would be fun before I go back to my
car, I thought.  I pushed my finger over my clit and rubbed it for a
second, but realized I wasn't really feeling it.  What was wrong with me!
Here I was naked, hundreds of yards from my car, during the day, and I
might as well have been watching TV.

   I still had my fingers between my legs, and I could probably have gotten
myself to come, but I didn't feel like it.  I stood up.  The wall came to
my waist.  Still no one.  I tried to slide down the slide, but my butt just
stuck to the metal, so I had to kind of crab walk down.  I looked around
one more time, then headed back through the gate and up the stairs.

   It was a long walk back up the stairs!  But I was not exposed at all.  I
paused at the end of the sidewalk between the houses, but there was still
no one on the street, so I crossed over to my car and got in.  I thought
about driving home naked, but decided not to, and pulled my shirt back on.
I did leave my pants off until I got home, then put them on in the car
before going into my apartment.

   Today had been both amazing and disappointing at the same time.  There
had been very little thrill for me, but I still loved being naked.  I
wanted to go back to that playground again soon.  I wanted to masturbate
there.  Maybe even lay down in the middle of the rubber tiles and do it
flat on my back, looking up at the trees.  I hadn't even made it to the
bottom of the stairs, and I still had to walk across the playground in the
other direction.  And I still had many more stairways and streets to walk
on in this neighborhood!  So I had many naked projects on my plate.  


  
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