Streakin' Saturday!

It all started out pretty tame, I thought. Roy and James escorted me out of the building, there weren't very many people around, everything was calm. Then the fresh air and sunlight hit my skin and I felt a rush of energy! I took off at a dash across the grassy field, the wet morning dew on my bare feet and the soft grass felt amazing! I could hear them shouting for me to slow down, Roy telling James that Cynthia was going to kill them if anything bad happened. I ran up to several people and twirled around, drunk on the freshness of the day, the feeling of liberated skin, and the conflicting emotions roiling inside of me. It was all a bit too much and started to make me light headed.

That's when I fell over. Right into Roy's arms. "Whoa there, filly!" He said with a grunt as he lowered me to the ground. He laid me on my back, on the sidewalk.

Looking up into his narrow blond face and his ridiculous cowboy hat, I said: "Yer cute!"

He snorted a laugh and looked to James, who had just then caught up to us. "I think she's a bit punchy."

"Probably... literally... high... on her own... brain chemistry..." James said, leaning on his knees, out of breath. "Swimming..." pant pant pant "in endorphins, probably... means she's gonna crash in a while, though."

"Well, she seems happy now," Roy said, letting me touch his face and pinch his cheek, with what must have been a huge, dopey grin on my face.

"Here, let's get her on her feet and take her over to that drinking fountain."

One of them lifting each arm, they helped me over to a drinking fountain across the street and let me drink. I realized how much I needed that. My heartrate was thundering in my chest as I stood back up, blood pounding in my ears.

"Excuse me, what's going on here?" someone said. Turning, I saw that an older couple, a man and a woman, were standing behind us, looking perplexed and concerned.

Trying to put on my best smile, but also covering my breasts with both arms, I said: "Just enjoying the beautiful day!" and **** myself to let go of my breasts and stretch my arms to the sky, taking in the sun.

The woman leaned in toward me. "Are these men bothering you, young lady?"

I tried to effect a look of surprise and hurt at the suggestion. "Oh, Roy and James? No! They're making sure I don't do anything stupid. It's all very chivalrous, I assure you!"

She didn't look convinced.

"This is sort of a lifelong dream for her," James attempted. "We're here to make sure she doesn't get too carried away."

"Well, you know there's a time and a place for this sort of thing," the woman said, tugging on her husband's sleeve as she started to walk away. "Stay out of trouble!"

"Yes, Ma'am!" Roy tipped his hat at the lady, though she was more concerned with trying to get her husband to stop staring at my naked body. Before she turned his head away I made sure to waggle my butt at both of them, feeling sassy and amazingly bold.

"Come on! I'll race you to the statues!" I said, running out into the park proper, toward the statues. These statues are what gave the park its name, Founders Park, as it had representations of the early California Explorers and important figures from the Russian, Spanish, Mexican and early American periods of California history.

"Hey! Wait up!" James shouted as he chased after me. I didn't look back to see what Roy was doing, I'm assuming he was right behind me. Reaching one of the many crisscrossing cement paths which cut through the large grassy field, I started to pass more and more people. Some were alone, some walked in pairs or small groups, all of them were looking at me with a variety of faces.

If James was right, and my brain was being flooded with endorphins and dopamine and oxytocin and who knew what else, then that was the moment the high started to fade, and I suddenly began to feel very, very naked. I crossed my arms over my breasts, trying to look casual even as my cheeks burned red and I felt like there were a thousand eyes all laser focused on my naked butt cheeks. I continued walking until my legs seized up with, what I assumed to be, the beginnings of a mild panic attack. I had stopped right in the middle of an intersection of three paths without a statue. It was just a large open circle of cement, and there I was, totally nude, outside, in the middle of a big round cement circle in the middle of a park.

My knees started to feel weak...

As my embarrassment flared, I pressed my thighs firmly together and squeezed my breasts with my arms, scrunching down into a crouch to hide myself. James and Roy were soon by my side asking me if I was okay. After a minute, my breathing was slowing and becoming less shallow, and another emotion began to well up inside me, in response to the embarrassment: a deep, overwhelming arousal at being so exposed. I went down to my knees and removed my arms from my breasts. One hand began cupping my left breast and fondling it, the other hand slid up my thigh to my pussy and began stroking my vulva in a slow, up and down motion. I moaned... "I want everyone to see me...!"

James and Roy, standing nearby, looked at each other, somewhat confused as to what to do. Until Roy shrugged at James.

Already, though, groups of people were starting to gather, looking at me, conferring with each other, asking what was going on. Some had their camera phones out and were taking pictures. After a moment, I started looking straight at the people with phones out and smiling for them. I began to pose for them, shake my breasts or bottom for them, eager for their apparent approval of my nudity. This received cheers from the people with phones out, and eventually other people. My hand kept returning to my crotch, and I started masturbating more and more eagerly.

I got down on all fours and began turning around in circles, making sure everyone could see my ass and pussy and anus, occasionally pushing myself upright on my knees to make sure everyone could see my breasts. I began rubbing my clit intensely, trying to make myself cum while others were looking, and I was soon rewarded with a bone clenching screamer of an orgasm right there, in the middle of the park, at the centre of a huge group of people.

I was on my knees, my body tipped over so that my head was on the ground, ass up in the air, my cheek pressed against the cement, both hands between my legs. I moaned and cried out several times, working myself into a fervor. Eventually, I rolled over, onto my back, feet in the air, legs splayed wide apart. I was also able to keep my head up so I could see my pussy, my legs and lower body, and a good chunk of the people present. There were a lot of phones out, and I waved at a lot of them, and got several waves back. I always kept one hand on my pussy, though, feeling another orgasm building.

Sure enough, I rewarded my new fans with another big, squirting orgasm soon enough, and some of them did their best to run in to get caught in the blast of liquid, tongues out, shaking their heads back and forth, shouting with enthusiasm for my girl-cum.

When my head cleared form this orgasm I noticed that James and Roy were doing their best to do crowd control, stopping anyone from getting too close, saying things like "Respectful distance, guys, looking not touching, okay? Enjoy the show from there."

That was so nice of them! I remember thinking. Especially because Roy, at one point that I could see between orgasms, was getting whacked by an old lady's purse as she shouted at him. I'd have to do something really nice for them both when we got home.

Marcie pressed through the crowd of rowdy onlookers, worried and concerned about what she would find in the middle. As she got to the inside of the circle, she could see a naked girl, lying on her back, squirting in orgasm at a group of the crowd, to their absolute delight. One of the guys, wearing a white backward baseball cap, shorts, sports shoes and a tank top, ran in with his hand extended, attempting to stick his fingers in Natalia's pussy. Another man, wearing a white cowboy hat and a green and yellow tracksuit, all but tackled the guy, shoving him back so that he fell on his ass.

"I told you before, buster! Look don't touch! They get it!" he pointed to the rest of the crowd. "What don't you get? Now git!" He pulled back his fist threateningly. The dude-bro in the white baseball cap removed himself from the circle.

"Natalia!" Marcie shouted.

James turned to look at the woman who had just run into the circle and was running toward Natalia.

Hearing my name, I looked around, to see Marcie behind me, laden with shopping bags. Perhaps the surprise, or the fact that I had already orgasmed at least five times, let me snap out of whatever sex crazed fugue state I was in. She was behind me, so probably didn't see my vulva, as I was showing that off to people in the opposite direction from her. I closed my legs and rolled over onto all fours, looking at her (and giving the group behind me a good view of my ass). "Marcie! Hi!"

"You know her, Nat?" James asked. "Yeah, she's my roommate." At that, James didn't try to prevent her from approaching.

Carefully, I got up with one hand placed over my pussy so as not to trigger Marcie to eat me out, and just managed to get to my bare feet before she reached me, put her bags down on the ground, and started kissing me.

The crowd went wild!

After our make-out session (Marcie seemed in a good enough mood to give me more than one slap on the ass!), James suggested to Marcie we should probably go back inside. She agreed and, Roy helping me up, and James bringing up the rear to dissuade people from following us, we started to head back across the street to the grass field and our apartment building. I couldn't help but play with myself as we went, and I'm not even sure it was all the app's fault, the sexual high was the most intense of my life, better than sex with Marcie had been, even, if I'm being honest.

We took the elevator to the third floor, and I was feeling really, really dopey and fuzzy and hot. I posed in front of the mirrors on the inside elevator walls, loving the fact that there was dozens of me as my reflection was reflected in the other mirrors. I did have to push Marcie away a little bit, and tell her "No" when she made motions to pleasure my pussy, having seen my vulva in the mirror, she began fondling herself, of course.

After taking the walk across the building to our apartments, Marcie opened our front door, and I dashed inside to retrieve my phone from the kitchen. While I was there I also grabbed a much needed glass of water.

When I came out into the living room, Marcie was setting out our food on the table, and James was making proper introductions.

Gems Remaining: 41
Total Gems Spent: 69
Lifetime Total Gems: 110
Average Gems Earned/Day: 50

Girls Customized: 2
Achievements Unlocked: 8
Orgasm Count: 39