Author: Alexander
Title: Celestine Naked in San Francisco
Part: 2
Summary: After her amazing dare adventure, Celestine needs to be naked in public again.  Late at night she walks naked across the pedestrian bridge over US 101.  On her way back she encounters a gang of boys, and has no choice but to masturbate for them.
Keywords: F, Fsolo, mast, exhib, public, real


Kim and I didn't speak for a long time after that night.  It was just kind of uncomfortable.  I don't know what she was thinking, but I was hardly thinking about her.  I just couldn't get it out of my head what I had done, and every time I thought about it I got excited again.  I couldn't even concentrate at work.  Every night I thought about doing it again, but I always decided against it.  I wanted to constantly, but I knew it was too crazy.
 
But . . . I couldn't stop thinking about it, and I knew I wanted to try something again.  One Thursday night I went to bed at about 11 o'clock, but I was wide awake.  I decided I should just drive around a little; I didn't have to do anything scary.  I thought a while about what I should wear.  I considered wearing just my trench coat, naked underneath, but decided against that.  I shouldn't push it.  I slipped on my Juicy sweatpants, and sandals.  I just left on my t-shirt I wear to bed, so I had panties but no bra.  I put my coat on and I was ready to go.  I grabbed my keys and driver's license.
 
As I walked to my car I regretted wearing my pants and shirt.  I chastised myself for being such a chicken.  As I walked to my car, I let my coat fall open, and I discovered an amazing thing.  I could make myself almost as scared and excited just by imagining I was naked under my coat.  I walked by a couple on Divisadero with my coat open and imagined I was naked and they were looking at me.  It made me flush with excitement already.  I knew that before I came home I would have to walk at least a little bit naked.
 
I didn't really have any destination in mind.  I decided to go toward the mall, so I got on 101 South, and saw immediately what to do: those foot bridges over the highway would be perfect.  I would be completely exposed to the cars racing by underneath, but there was nothing they could do--they couldn't possibly pull over or anything.  I exited on Caesar Chavez and wound my way up into Bernal Heights.  One of the bridges landed here somewhere.  The streets are windy, and it took me several minutes but I finally found it.  I saw immediately it would be too easy to just jump out of my car and run across the bridge.  It must have been midnight by now, and the streets were utterly quiet.  I went back up the street, turned, went up that street, and turned again.
 
Only then did I really appreciate that I can cover a lot more ground in my car than on foot.  I was several blocks now from the bridge, and the roads were so twisty I wasn't sure exactly how to get back.  I considered driving back, but told myself for the second time to quit being such a coward.  I parked my car on a street lined with cute little houses, and got out.  It was much chillier up here than it had been in my neighborhood.  I stood, half inside my car door, and listened intently.  There was not a soul on those streets, only a few windows even had lights on.  I took off my sandals and put them on the floor of my car, and then stood there on the cold concrete again and listened, with my thumbs hooked in my waistband.  There was still no sound.  My heart was beating again, and I shivered a little, as I pushed my pants and panties down over my hips and off.  I felt the cool satin of the lining of my coat slide against my ass.  I threw my pants across the car onto the driver's seat.
 
I was now naked from the waist down, but still not really exposed.  I had on my long coat, and my t-shirt under that.  I looked around one more time, then shrugged off my trench coat and threw it on the pile of clothes, telling myself that I still wasn't naked, and if anyone came by I could jump in my car and take off.  I looked around, but still the streets were silent except for a light breeze blowing the treetops.  This was it.  I reached down, grabbed the hem of my shirt, and in one quick motion pulled it over my head and tossed it into the car.  I was standing there on a street in a strange neighborhood completely naked, the second time in 2 weeks.
 
The streets were so quiet, though, I wasn't even very apprehensive.  I felt almost comfortable.  I decided to at least walk down the street a little ways and see how I felt.  I still had my keys in my hands.  I debated whether to keep them with me, or to leave them in the car with the door unlocked.  Without a moment's hesitation I tossed them onto the floor of my car and closed the door.  If I was going to be naked I wanted to do it all the way.  The first time, with Kim, I hadn't had keys or anything.  It would have been a cop-out to hold them with me this time.
 
I could see myself reflected clearly in the car window from the street light down the street.  The curvature made me look wide--not fat, but wide.  I could see myself standing there naked on the street, and that really excited me.  I wished there were some way I could watch myself do this.  I also saw the darkening patch above my crotch, and immediately regretted that I had not shaved in two weeks.  The hair was still just stubble, but I wasn't nearly as exposed as I would have felt if my pussy had been truly bald. . . .

I looked around one more time, still no one, and I started down the hill.  I hadn't gone three car lengths before a car came over the hill behind me!  I quickly ducked behind the nearest car.  It went right by without slowing down.  That had been easy.  I stood up and continued down the hill in the middle of the sidewalk.  I reached the first intersection without incident.  The neighborhood was so quiet, I could walk with such freedom, I felt like I owned the place.  I turned right and continued downhill, and the next corner was the street with the bridge.  By this point I wasn't even paying much attention; I was free to walk around completely exposed all I wanted to.  The street that lead to the bridge had very few cars parked on it.  If a car had come now I might have had trouble hiding myself.  But none did.  I had walked at least three full blocks completely naked without seeing a single person or a single person seeing me.  It didn't strike me until right then what I was doing.  It seemed very safe, but if suddenly someone _had_ seen me, I was three full blocks from my car.  That was crazy; I was completely alone in a neighborhood I was not even familiar with.  The only protection I had, my car, was at least three blocks away.  My heart started beating faster again at this thought, but I hadn't even had any close calls yet.  Even if it was foolhardy, I wanted to go farther.
 
As I approached the bridge I scrutinized it.  It was a big concrete ramp that went back and forth twice to get to the level of the bridge.  The whole ramp and the bridge were enclosed in high chain-link fence, and the whole thing was brightly lit.  The whole thing was crazy.  Unlike the street, which was relatively dark, and where I could run in any direction, hide behind any car, on that ramp the light was harsh, and there were only two ways to go, forward and back.  Once I got onto the ramp if someone came by on the street there was nothing I could do to hide.  And I wouldn't be able to see if anyone was coming over the bridge until I was up to that level, three ramps from the street.  I would have to turn around and run all that way back down completely exposed.  And if someone came onto the ramp behind me, I could only go forward, and I didn't even know where the other end of the bridge came out, and going that way would take me farther and farther away from my car.  I had no keys, no ID, no clothes.  My heart was beating a million miles a minute.  I glanced both ways, jogged across the street, and started up the bright concrete path.
 
I decided after coming this far I had to at least go a little way.  Not even across the bridge, just up the ramp a little ways.  The street below was long and deserted.  From the ramp I would be able to see anyone coming a long way away, and I could run back down and into the darkness before they got to me.  And I had not seen anyone that whole time anyway.
 
At the top of the first ramp I was still relatively safe.  That one ramp was maybe 100 feet.  I looked around the corner up the next ramp.   I thought I would still be okay if I went just a little further, and I went to the top of the next ramp.  I was now far above the street below.  I had actually climbed quite a ways.  Too far really.  I had gone far enough.  My breath was ragged, I was tingling.  At the same time, I was naked far above the street, lit up from all the lights.  I looked down at my body brightly lit by the lights.  My breasts, nipples, belly button, the shadow of pubic hair.  I wished I could be down on the street looking up at me.  The harsh lights cast a sharp shadow on the concrete, and I could see my nipples distinctly outlined.  I was only one ramp away from the end of the bridge.  I could make it there quickly, and back down before anyone showed up.
 
Half way up this last ramp, it cleared the top of the retaining wall.  There below me was 101, cars rushing past even at midnight on Friday morning.  I went to the top of the ramp and stood there watching the traffic.  I was off to the side of the road, though, and knew no one in the cars would see me.  I looked across the long curving tunnel formed by the chain link and the concrete.  I wasn't even thinking now about the street behind me.  This was what I had come to do.  I was going to walk across this bridge, high above the highway, completely naked.  Dozens, maybe hundreds of people would see me.  It was such an enormous turn-on I could hardly stand it.  I imagined they would all be telling their boyfriends, girlfriends, wives, husbands, about the nude girl they saw walking across the bridge.  This was a different kind of thrill.  I wasn't in any danger of getting caught--no one in the cars could do anything about seeing me.  But I was now going to expose myself deliberately to countless people.  The tingling I felt in my legs, my stomach, the blushing in my face and chest, was so intense I thought I would explode.  This wasn't a sexual excitement--even masturbating wouldn't have relieved this intense feeling.  I could not fathom what I could do to release this overwhelming feeling except keep pushing it.  I looked down at the four lanes of cars rushing by below and stepped out onto the bridge. . . .

Unlike the last time when I had to walk by the open garage door, and I pretended I was minding my own business, oblivious to my surroundings, this time I stared down to the left at the oncoming cars, searching for some indication that the drivers saw my naked body above them.  I walked slowly across one lane, then the next.  I stopped, right in the middle of the four lanes rushing by below me.  I needed more, but I didn't know what to do.  Spreading my legs wouldn't really have helped, nor would bending over to expose my ass.  What I did do was spread my arms and press myself against the chain link fence.  My nipples poked out, resting in one of the diamonds.  I did spread my legs slightly then, pushing my pussy toward the cars rushing by below.
 
I was still only one quarter of the way across the bridge.  Before I started back I needed to finish crossing the bridge.  Even though I had accomplished what I had set out to do, and by this time I don't know how many hundreds of cars had flown by beneath me, I would have felt somehow let down if I had not tagged the other side of the bridge.  I walked to the middle of the freeway, looking down at the cars the whole time, then crossed to the other side to watch the cars coming north into the city.  I slowly crossed the remaining lanes, until I was over the retaining wall on this side of the highway.
 
I looked back over the bridge, and realized I was insanely far from my car.  To get back I had to go back across the bridge, then down those three ramps, and then three blocks through the neighborhood.  It was impossible that I would not encounter someone eventually.  I had completed what I had set out to do.  Thankfully my heart was beginning to slow down and my breathing smooth out.  The tingling in my chest and stomach was still intense because of what I had just done.  I pushed on my stomach with one hand and my chest with the other and swallowed, trying to get the almost uncomfortable feeling to subside.  It was time for me to go home now, and I decided I would just go a little way down these ramps before turning around and heading home.
 
I went down one ramp, then another.  The distance to the street was longer on this side, and after two ramps I was still high above the street.  I was far below the retaining wall now, and I could see the well lit street below clearly now, but I still couldn't figure out where I was.  I saw a homeless guy in the distance pushing a shopping cart, and then a car went by, but they were far below me and not threatening.  I was sort of above some buildings still.  I continued down another ramp and finally figured out where I was, I was on Bayshore where the Jack-in-the-Box is, near those antique stores.  It's kind of a ghetto area, and I decided I would just walk out onto the street, then back.  Bayshore isn't like a neighborhood street, it just has businesses and a sidewalk and bright street lights and no parked cars.
 
I reached the street level and crept toward the street.  The sidewalk was still fenced in on both sides.  I looked above me; I had really come far--it didn't feel so far because I was going downhill, but I was going to have to climb a long way back to the bridge.  Because of the fences and the buildings I couldn't see any distance down the street in either direction.  I had to walk all the way to the edge of the sidewalk before I could see up and down.  A stop light must have just turned green up the street, because a dozen cars came speeding past.  I just stood there at the entrance to that chain link tunnel, watching them.  No one else was in sight, but then I saw the homeless guy still pushing the shopping cart toward me.  He was still a couple hundred feet away, and moving very slowly.  Bayshore is a wide street, several lanes in each direction.  Far down, the opposite way from the other cars, I saw a line of cars waiting at a red light.  They were a long way away, and I decided to quickly run across the street and back again, then head home.
 
I stepped out onto the grooved surface of the concrete roadway and looked again in both directions.  Except for the cars waiting at the light far off to my right and the homeless guy, the street was deserted.  Rather than run I walked quickly to the median, and looked again to my right.  The light had turned green, and the cars were moving toward me!  I quickly hopped across the median and jogged across the three lanes of traffic in front of the approaching cars.  A car was parked on that side of the street, I could easily have ducked behind it, but when I reached the far side instead I turned around and stood there while the cars rushed by.  When the last car went by, I looked across the street to my right, and saw that the next wave of cars had started coming from that direction.  I started back across the street toward the bridge entrance, walking slowly as the cars approached.  I stepped up onto the median right as the first car passed me. . . .

No one was stopping, no one was slowing down, no one was honking.  I was completely naked, at least a mile from my car, in a seedy part of town, and I could do anything I wanted.  I rubbed my stubble as I watched the cars pass, and when the last one went by I jogged back across the street.  I felt so alive, intense, like my nudity made my entire being radiate outward.  It would be a real let down to get back in my car, but I had probably been out an hour.  I needed to go home.  I knew I would definitely be out again, soon, but it was time to stop for tonight.  As I reached the curb I noticed the homeless guy was now just a few feet from the entrance to the bridge.  I ignored him, walking right in front of him, and started up the path.
 
As I climbed up the long ramps to the bridge, it began to hit me what I had done, what I was doing.  The excitement was over, and I couldn't believe myself.  What I had just done was insane, I could have gotten in serious trouble.  I didn't even know what to say.  It was completely, recklessly, insane.  I approached the entrance to the bridge at the top of the ramps and thought about how far I still had to go.  It was so much fun walking away from the car, but now I just wanted it to be over.  I wasn't worried or even excited about being seen anymore, I just wanted to get back.  I shook my head again as I remembered walking across Bayshore moments ago as dozens of cars went by just a few feet from me.
 
I started across the bridge, starting to feel relieved.  I was almost home now.  Just down the ramps, then up the street and I would be there.  I quickened my pace a little, and was about half way across when it happened.  I saw in front of me, two ramps below me but coming this way, three young men, maybe 18 or 20.  They were not nice-looking young men; they were the kind of young men who would be out after midnight in a bad area on a school night.  I broke out in sweat, and was hit by a jolt of adrenaline worse than any I had felt.  But it wasn't a pleasant feeling this time.  I stopped in my tracks, nude, lit up by the harsh halogen lamps, as the cars rushed by below on 101.  I turned back toward Bayshore, my mind racing.  Bayshore offered no cover at all.  Even if I made it to the street without being seen, I had no idea which direction they would be going, I would have nowhere to hide, and farther from my car than ever.  
 
I froze.  There was nothing I could do.  I couldn't go back, I couldn't just walk by them.  Maybe I should have walked by them, but I couldn't make myself do that, so I just stood there naked in the middle of the bridge over 101.  My mind was screaming, every nerve in my body was howling, looking in every direction at once for some way out of this.  It was impossible.  I could do nothing but wait, stark naked, for the three men to round the corner and discover me there.
 
I was so overwhelmed I came very close to crying.  I was shivering and panting, then they topped the last ramp, stepped onto the bridge, and stopped. I knew that at that moment, I had one moment, one fleeting moment when I could have taken advantage of their shock to take control of the situation, act like nothing was unusual, and walk right past them.  But as every fiber in me screamed for me to move I was still frozen.  The cars continued to rush by below us.  That moment was gone in a flash, and they regained their composure, their swaggers, and began to walk toward me.  I finally was able to move also, and I began to walk slowly toward them, one bare foot on the rough concrete in front of the other.  I continued toward them with baby steps, my mind still tearing itself apart with indecision, should I act demure, scared, upset, confident.  I could not decide, and so I did nothing.  I just walked up to them and stopped, naked.  I realized later I didn't even try to cover myself.  I stood there with my legs slightly apart and my hands by my sides.  I saw the kid in front look down at my crotch and I could feel him looking right at the hood of my clit and my inner lips protruding slightly from my pussy.  My hair had not grown much in the last two weeks, and in these harsh yellow lights I was lit up completely. . . .

I could not bring myself to speak, and we all just stood there for what seemed like an eternity.  Finally, I croaked, "Can I go by?"  "What are you doing here?" I didn't say anything.  "You're just walking?"  I nodded.  "But I need to get home now," I said a little more clearly.  I could see him thinking.  I think his mind was racing as fast as mine was.  "Can we see you first?"
 
I didn't understand that.  "What do you mean?"  I was relaxing a little.  They didn't seem to be threatening me.  I got a little bolder.  Too bold.  "You've already seen me completely naked!  I just need to go on home now."  I tried to push past, praying I still had a chance to just go by them and continue to my car.  But he grabbed me around the waist and held me.  He wasn't violent, but familiar.  I tried to push his arm away but he tightened his grip and I stopped.  He was behind me now, his arm around my waist, pressing me against him.  He said quietly against my ear, "No, we just want to see you.  We won't do anything to you.  But show us yourself, then you can go."
 
I pushed on his arm again and he let me go. His friends had moved past us, and we had all now switched positions: I had Bernal Heights behind me, Bayshore was behind them.  My mind raced again.  If I ran, I gambled, they would probably let me go.  He even put his hands down and relaxed his stance.  "If I show you, then I can go?"  He nodded vigorously, "Yeah, sure."
 
I looked down at the concrete of the foot bridge.  It was very clean, like it had just been made.  I knelt down and the rough concrete dug into my knees.  I looked over at the cars speeding past below.  I awkwardly rolled onto one hip and slid my legs out in front of me.  The concrete was now digging into my butt.  I sat there a moment with my knees drawn to my chest, then gingerly rolled myself back onto the concrete, keeping my eyes on them the whole time.  The concrete gouged painfully into my spine until my shoulders and head were down, and I was able to adjust myself.  The concrete was still very rough, but it was not uncomfortable.  They stood there looking down at me.  I looked down over my breasts and my raised knees at them.  I moved my hands to my knees and slowly spread them open.  All six eyes were glued to my pussy as it opened up.  "Okay, thank you," the one in front said.  He had let me go.  I could get up and walk back to my car; I knew they wouldn't bother me anymore.  I slowly ran my hands down the inside of my thighs until they pressed against my outer lips.  Once again I just wanted to do a little more then I would go home.  I raised my feet off the concrete and pressed my knees against my breasts.  In this position my back was curved and the concrete dug again into my spine.  I put my hands on my ass cheeks so that my arms pressed my legs further against my chest, and pushed my ass and pussy more into the air.  I turned my head to the side and watched the cars go by as I slid one finger inward until it was pressed against my butthole, then I slid it up over my pussy, between my lips and finally found my clit.  I rubbed against my clit one time hard, and the intense tingling and shortness of breath returned.  I removed my hands, rolled over onto my knees, stood up, and walked toward the end of the bridge without looking back.  My back was on fire as I imagined one of them rushing up behind me and grabbing me, but they didn't and I turned the corner and started down the ramp.
 
I jogged down two ramps, then looked up to see if they were behind me but they were gone.  I broke into a run, running down the last ramp and all the way up the street to the corner.  Someone was pulling their garbage can out of their garage, and I ran right by without thinking twice about it.  As I ran to the corner I started to cry, and by the corner I was sobbing uncontrollably, in great heaving breaths.  I was out of control, and it felt wonderful.  This sobbing was the release that I longed for.  By the time I reached my car my neck and breasts were wet with my tears.  My sobs subsided, but I continued to weep as I got into the car.  I didn't even close the car door, but put my fingers between my legs and found my clit again.  Normally to masturbate I have to rub myself lightly, but I needed something different.  I pushed onto my clit hard, as hard as I could, almost trying to hurt myself.  Each jab sent a shock through my body, and on the fourth push I came intensely.  I actually cried out as it hit me, something I never do.  It wasn't really an orgasm, just a single intense jolt.  I pushed my clit again and came again, then one more time and finally relaxed.
 
I started my car and drove down the hill to Caesar Chavez.  I would not have even considered putting my clothes back on yet.  Rather than the highway, I drove home up Caesar Chavez then down through the Castro.  One hand was between my legs the whole way, but I did not come anymore.  There were still a lot of people on the street in the Castro, and I reached over finally and pulled on my t-shirt.
 
When I parked in front of my building, no one seemed to be around, so I left the rest of my clothes and ran the last few steps to my apartment door bare-assed.  After entering the apartment I took off my shirt and threw myself on my bed.  I started weeping again as the flood of emotions from the night came rushing back to me.  I lay there with my head pressed against my pillow, feeling the tears run down my cheeks to wet the sheets, and my hands found my clit again.  My head was a tangle of emotions.  I was disgusted with myself, ashamed of myself, proud of myself, and scared for myself, and still intensely excited.  I quietly came one more time, and began to think about what I would do next time I went out.
 
Please write me and tell me what you think!
 
Love,
 
 
Celestine

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