The Elevator

"Speed is of the essence." The naked young woman once again closed her eyes. "The longer I take getting to the tenth floor the more likely I'll be spotted." Her blue eyes opened again and glanced down to her nude form. She bit her lower lip. "Elevator."

Hannah covered her womanhood with one hand and crossed her other arm across her chest. Her breasts weren't large and she could easily cover them in such a manner. Her firm rear would have to remain exposed. She crept down the back hall of the buildings first floor to peek around a corner and scout out the lobby. It was empty, no other residents in sight. The streaker then took a deep breath and rushed into the open room. Her butt cheeks briefly bounced with each step, her arm shifted to show hints of her light pink nipples, it would have been quite the show for anyone watching. She began mashing the button to call the elevator, the door didn't open. A glance up to the floor indicator showed both cars near the top of the building.

"Oh shit." Hannah had lived in that apartment for years, she knew the cars were set to idle on the third and ninth floors. If it was at the top in the morning it meant someone was on their way down. She rushed back to the hall to hide and plan. The door opened and a woman in business attire stepped out. The moment she turned to walk to the buildings main entrance Hannah streaked across the room to nearly dive through the open elevator door. The businesswoman didn't seem to notice.

Yes!

Hannah was overjoyed. She hit the button for the tenth floor and held down the door close button for good measure. A moment later the nude young woman was on her way home after a long, long night. All the things she wanted to do began drifting through her head. Sleep was a top priority, but several times in the night she had found herself turned on by her circumstances. Her close encounter with Saint Cities criminal underworld became a concern for later as she began to accept her nature as an exhibitionist. Public nudity and exhibitionism had always been fetishes of hers and being able to live out those fantasies was, in retrospect, amazing. Being naked in places she wasn't supposed to be was a thrill, being caught was exciting.

The elevator stopped with a ringing tone and Hannah instinctively glance up at the floor indicator to see the stuff of nightmares. "Eight?" The doors opened to reveal a fit young man in gym attire, evidently on his way to the roof for a workout. The two stopped and stared at one another. She could see his eyes start at hers, then slowly drift down her naked body as the elevator doors closed. Hannah didn't move until a few moments later when the door opened to the tenth floor.