Exposed in the Park

I deliberately misspelled words to stop the stupid auto censor from ruining the story without reasonable cause. Some words are just edited. Context doesn't matter. b*****r, sl**py, sl**p, sl**ping ******************************* Exposed in the Park I never knew I could get embarrassed but it happened. Sitting against a tree with a book, blue, conservative shorts and low heel clear sandals with thin but strong straps. I wore a loose, white button blouse that I admit was much too sheer especially since I wasn't wearing a bra but I usually got away with it as long as it loose because my boobs were B cup but my nipples are very big, almost always erect and will poke through any fabric. I've always hated bras. They're too constricting. Besides it was a warm Summer day and I like to let my girls breathe. Bras are too hot and sweaty and those damn straps bite in and leave marks. Ugh. Strapless is almost as bad. Wearing a harness like a pack mule is not fun. I had a few buttons opened and a light, warm breeze swept over me causing my blouse to billow slightly. The duck pond seemed to absorb all the sound except for a quack now and then. It was very peaceful. Nobody was nearby as I sighed softly and allowed my breeze lover to caress me. My nipples were rock hard and erect and I was glad I was wearing a loose fitting top. My book was now lying flat on my belly as I drifted off into a delicious sl3epy, horny haze. Something was wrong. No billowing fabric, too much air. BARE SKIN! I w0ke with a start to find my blouse completely open and pulled down around my shoulders. I let out an alarmed ”EEK!” sound and closed my blouse at warp speed but only the top buttons were left, the bottom buttons gone. As I buttoned up the four remaining guardians of my modesty my eyes were suddenly drawn to a leering, disgusting, pot bellied old perv. UGGH!! I yelled in disgust, then I spotted both his camera and the bulge in his pants. He had sliced off my buttons!! A primal scream of rage erupted from the depths of my being as I charged at him. He was stumbling back so I threw my book in his face and gave him a double palm heal push to the chest as my br0th3r had taught me and grabbed the dangling neck lanyard of his camera. The camera popped easily from his hand. An expensive one, I could tell. My big br0 fucked me and convinced me to sell myself to an “exclusive” ped0 whore house but he also taught me how to fight. YOU FILTHY FUCKING PERVERT!! I screamed YOU CUT THE BUTTONS OFF MY BLOUSE AND PHOTOGRAPHED MY TITS WHILE I SL3PPT! I'M F!FT33N YEARS OLD!!! By now a crowd of people had gathered. He turned and ran away but nobody chased him. I was crying in anger and shouted at the crowd, “How many of you stood there and let him do this??” Then I realized someone would call the cops and bring me attention I didn't need. I was an onderrag prostitute for a secret perv “Empire” and they do not like attention. The camera went sailing high over the duck pond as I performed an Olympic quality throw, seemed to hang sparkling in the Sun forever before we all saw the distant splash. The crowd applauded and I had to laugh but my face felt hot and I knew I was blushing bright red. I retrieved my book and hurried back home. ~ END ~ Now the REAL story: I was sitting there reading my book, the warm breeze blew, I drifted off in a horny sl33py slumber for a moment then suddenly looked to my right to catch a filthy old pervert staring at my completely exposed left tit. My left tit sticks out more than the right one. Just my luck. He sat there cross-legged with a big bulge in his pants, still staring at my tit. I threw my book in his face and screamed at him, called him a filthy perv, blah, blah, he ran away, the people gave me words of encouragement, I picked up my book and hurried home. There was no camera, he didn't cut my buttons off. :) My big br0tter also taught me some karate. Sometimes fiction is better than straight reality. ^_^ The “EEK” happened too. Heehee The really weird part is I've always liked “accidentally” flashing my tits in public then covered up and said OMG if someone told me “miss, your breasts are showing.” I still do it occasionally. If it's on MY TERMS it's OK. The perv in the park violated me. It's a 'girl thing.' Yes I know, I'm intersexed but it's still a girl thing, OK?

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