The coat

Sue moved through the busy town centre with a confidence she’d never felt before. Her new black coat wrapped around her naked body like a secret. She’d tied it loosely at the waist, but left the buttons undone just enough that a gust of wind or a wrong step might flash a stranger.

The danger was part of the pleasure.

Her hands rested casually in her pockets as she weaved through the crowd. Every passer-by was a potential witness, every glance a temptation. She scanned the faces with hungry curiosity, wondering who deserved the gift of seeing her.

Then she saw him.

A young man in his early twenties, tall and lean, wearing tight running shorts and a clingy T-shirt — was stretching near a lamppost, clearly warming up for a jog and Sue smiled to herself.

Perfect.

She approached slowly, her heart thrumming with anticipation. “Excuse me,” she said sweetly, “could you tell me how to get to the train station?”

The jogger stood upright, slightly startled but polite. “Yeah, sure, it’s just down....” he began, but his voice faltered.

Sue held his gaze with a calm smile. Her hands remained in her coat pockets as she gently pulled the fabric open. The belt slid loose, and suddenly, she was standing there completely naked beneath the coat, the city buzzing behind her.

The young man blinked, mouth slightly open. For a heartbeat, he didn’t react — as if his brain couldn’t quite process what he was seeing. Then the words tangled on his tongue.

Sue’s smile deepened. She held the moment for just long enough — then closed the coat again, tying the belt. She turned and walked away without a word.

Her body buzzed with adrenaline. Her skin felt electric. She glanced back over her shoulder.

He was still staring stunned, bemused, with a clear swelling in his shorts.

Good, she thought. He won’t forget me.

Sue headed for the city square, where her journey had begun weeks ago, the place she’d first left an envelope of photos. The square was quieter now, the afternoon sun casting long shadows. She slipped into the same corner café where she’d once waited nervously, sipping coffee and watching.

This time, she wasn’t nervous.

She ordered a drink and took a seat by the window. It wasn’t long before she spotted her target, the well dressed businessman who had found her first envelope. He sat at the same bench as before, eating a sandwich, glancing at his phone. Alone.

She rose and crossed the street, her heels tapping on the pavement. As she neared, he see her until she cleared her throat softly.

“Did you like my pictures?” Sue asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.

He looked up, sandwich slipping from his hand. His eyes widened.

“I—I’ve been here every day since,” he stammered. “Hoping to find more. You’re… stunning.”

Sue smiled slowly and took a step closer. She untied the belt of her coat and opened it in front of him.

His mouth hung open. He stared, wide-eyed, unable to speak. Sue could feel his gaze sweep over her naked breasts and shaven pussy, she could feel the sun on her skin and her nipples were solid, she craved for him to reach out and touch her.

“You have ten seconds to take a photo,” she said coolly. “Then the show ends.”

The man fumbled with his phone, his hands shaking. Sue turned her face away slightly, letting her long blonde hair obscure her features. The camera clicked. Once, twice, again. She counted silently.

Ten… nine… eight…

At one, she closed the coat and stepped back.

“Wait!” the man called, breathless. “Who are you? Can I see you again?”

But Sue was already walking away.

The high was dizzying. Her legs trembled beneath her, not with fear but with hunger. With need.

This game thrilled her, empowered her. But deep inside, a new truth was stirring a sense that this wasn’t enough anymore.

She needed more.