How About Some Streaking?

It took John a minute to actually accept the reality of what just happened. A million questions raced through his mind as Delaney walked away. "Why the fuck was she at my window?" he thought. "What the fuck do I do? If she shows that video to anyone I'm fucking done for!"

John looked at his body, still covered in cum, then quickly at his clothes strewn about the living room, and then to the door. He had to make a quick decision and just do something. "Fuck!" said John cursing the circumstances as he ran to the door and flung it open still completely naked and covered in his own cum with no time to clean up and get dressed. He ran outside and up to the sidewalk and called out Delaney's name.

Delaney turned around and started filming once again with her smartphone "Yes? What do you need?" she said with a grin.

"Please! Delete the video!" John said with desperation in his voice.

"Why should I? I think it would be rather funny if you were thrown in N.A.K.E.D.," said Delaney. "Besides the rules of the program are crystal clear, anyone who fails to report and submit any evidence of a potential exhibitionist will be thrown in the program, and I'd rather not risk my butt being bared because you were reckless and someone found out I knew."

"But you were spying on me! You filmed me in my own home without permission! Plus I wasn't even in public! If anything you'll end up in the program for trespassing, stalking, and recording without permission!" said John.

"You and I both know I most likely don't have anything to worry about. The government likely won't punish me if I can say I felt desperate to gather proof because I didn't want to end up in the program myself for not reporting that I suspected you," said Delaney. "And for the record, I wasn't stalking you, I came over to ask if I could borrow your Netflix password and when I approached your house you had just opened all your curtains and windows while completely naked, then when I got on the porch you started jerking it like a mad man in your living room."

John blushed like crazy. She was probably right, and she had him on tape confessing he was an exhibitionist, and if she truly didn't mean to see anything like she claimed and says she was only filming for proof she'd likely be let off scott-free.

John hated that he was in this situation, mostly because Delaney was right. She was required by law, just like everyone else, to report anyone she suspected of being an exhibitionist along with any evidence so that an investigation could be launched. The government outlawed exhibitionism, public lewdness, public nudity, and public indecency. You could end up in N.A.K.E.D. yourself for not reporting someone who was likely to or had broken the law. It caused a lot of protests and backlash when first implemented as a law but the government just treated it as evidence you were a risk and put you in the program for speaking out. Eventually people shut their mouths out of fear because even the biggest of exhibitionists were eventually begging and pleading and crying to be let out of the program eventually.

While John was thinking about what Delaney had just said to him, she took the moment to watch and film him as he stood naked on the sidewalk absentmindedly playing with his exposed penis, which she couldn't help but notice was hard as a rock. "Plus, it's hard to deny that you're an exhibitionist," said Delaney. "Especially when you're literally standing outside naked on the sidewalk while covered in cum playing with your dick in front of me. I mean like, seriously you're not even making an attempt to cover yourself."

John's eyes grew with terror, and he blushed a deep shade of red as he realized he was indeed unknowingly playing with himself naked outside. "Shut up! I didn't know I was doing it! And I only left the house naked because you've already seen everything, I was desperate to get the video deleted, and I didn't think I had to time to clean up and dress and still catch up to you," whined John blushing.

"Well, since you really want the video deleted..." said Delaney "How about we make a little deal."

"What kind of deal, I'll do pretty much anything, just don't report me as a potential exhibitionist," begged John.

"It's very simple, but you'll have to listen closely okay?" said Delaney with a huge grin on her face still filming him.

"Okay, I'm listening," said John calming down now that it appeared he wouldn't be outed as an exhibitionist and thrown in the program.

Delaney savored that look of pure relief on John's face before speaking. Then she finally spoke. She got up real close to John, smiled, and whispered in a nice sultry voice "You have to catch me before I can submit this footage of you." She then stepped back, turned around, and took off running down the sidewalk.

John stood there in a state of shock for a few seconds unable to believe she was going to make him do what he thought she was trying to make him do. "Fuck! Damn it!" He swore as he took off down the street after her, still completely naked. "Oh god," said John blushing with embarrassment as he ran down the sidewalk after Delaney. "I can't believe I'm actually streaking naked down the street after my neighbor!" thought John.

It was a surprisingly warm day for the time of year with pretty much no wind at all. The sky had no clouds and was a beautiful shade of blue. "I'm actually doing this, I'm actually doing this, this is real, this is actually happening right now!" thought John over and over again in his head unable to believe he was actually doing it. Occassionally a car would drive by and honk at him, sometimes he'd dash by the occasional passerby, but he was too scared call out Delaney's name out of fear of attracting attention to himself.

Delaney was giggling and laughing as she ran through the neighborhood with John following naked behind her. "I'm so happy this all on film," she thought.

As John ran his erection bounced, swung, and slapped his stomach. His face was beet red with embarrassment. He noticed the warm sun beaming down on his bare skin and how pleasant it felt. As much as he hated to admit it he was loving the thrill of what he was doing. "I'm streaking, I'm streaking, I'm actually fucking streaking!" thought John with glee. "I can't believe I'm streaking in broad daylight, I've always wanted to do this, this is insane!"

John's bare feet slapped against the sidewalk as he ran after Delaney. He felt super embarrassed whenever he passed by someone, but he kind of liked that embarrassing feeling. His penis began leaking a little bit of precum as he ran enjoying the free feeling of being naked in public.

Eventually the bus stop for the bus that would take Delaney to the local N.A.K.E.D. program office, once she reached it she could report John in person. She could've done it online, but having John run through the neighborhood in his birthday suit sounded more amusing.

After that John's worst nightmare happened. "Hey look over there, do you see that man?" said a voice.

"Yeah it looks like he's chasing that young teen while naked, what should we do?" said another voice.

"I think he might be some pervert trying to rape her, we should restrain him until she can get to the N.A.K.E.D. program office to report him.

John immediately freaked out as he was restrained completely naked for all to see. "The bus is coming miss, you should get on it and report this pervert, we can hold him back until you're safely on the bus."

"Delaney! Please! Don't report me!" shouted John as she gets on the bus. "Let me go I can explain!"

The bus speeds off and there's nothing left John could do. When they let him go he was to scared to go near the N.A.K.E.D. office and just hoped she was lying about what she was gonna do. John explained his situation to the people that were holding him and they decided to just stay out of it and let him dash back home, clean up, and get dressed. After all even if he was a deliquent in N.A.K.E.D. trying to rape Delaney, she was gone anyway. They realized weren't really thinking things through before acting anyway, so that's another reason they let him go.