Straight Female / 31
I kept having these day dreams, they started with fears of someone breaking into my apartment, or taking me with them in a parking garage. I could picture it. The images were vivid and real. I started to talk about these fears with a coworker. He asked me if anything like that had ever happened to me, which it hadn't. He told to see a psychologist, because this sounded like something deep that I needed to get over. People just didn't go around thinking about that.
One day I was at the mall and I had to use the restroom, and while I was there I decided to take my panties off and walk outside. Several weeks later I did the same thing, only this time I had on a dress. The feeling of walking around naked under my dress drove me crazy. I wanted people to see, to notice. I rode the escalator, I tried on shoes, I sat on the mall bench.
I went to Backpages and posted a notice that I would be going commando at the mall on such a given day, I described my skirt. I kept my word and went to the mall.
I posted the same notice several times, always describing my skirt. I bought skirts that were open and flowing. I would turn in front of the mirror to see how much showed when I turned. I got brave and would stand by the rail over the main hall below, checking my phone. I noticed guys who would walk by several times.
Then one day I posted a note that the girl with the skirt would be in the stairwell of the parking garage between 8 and 9. I waited. I didn't see him, he grabbed me when I left the stairwell to walk back to my car. He pushed me back into the stairwell and fucked me from behind. He had on a large cap and sunglasses, but I never got a look at his face. He never said one word. He was black, and heavy and strong. I peed myself after he left me.
That is when I went to see a therapist. Still no explanation other than I have deep seated issues with attention. I don't post anymore, but I still go bare at the mall and I walk into the stairwells and go slow up or down a couple of flights of stairs. But nothing has happened again.
One day I was at the mall and I had to use the restroom, and while I was there I decided to take my panties off and walk outside. Several weeks later I did the same thing, only this time I had on a dress. The feeling of walking around naked under my dress drove me crazy. I wanted people to see, to notice. I rode the escalator, I tried on shoes, I sat on the mall bench.
I went to Backpages and posted a notice that I would be going commando at the mall on such a given day, I described my skirt. I kept my word and went to the mall.
I posted the same notice several times, always describing my skirt. I bought skirts that were open and flowing. I would turn in front of the mirror to see how much showed when I turned. I got brave and would stand by the rail over the main hall below, checking my phone. I noticed guys who would walk by several times.
Then one day I posted a note that the girl with the skirt would be in the stairwell of the parking garage between 8 and 9. I waited. I didn't see him, he grabbed me when I left the stairwell to walk back to my car. He pushed me back into the stairwell and fucked me from behind. He had on a large cap and sunglasses, but I never got a look at his face. He never said one word. He was black, and heavy and strong. I peed myself after he left me.
That is when I went to see a therapist. Still no explanation other than I have deep seated issues with attention. I don't post anymore, but I still go bare at the mall and I walk into the stairwells and go slow up or down a couple of flights of stairs. But nothing has happened again.
