There Are...Complications...

I take a look around, streaking isn't something I'd ever done before, if there was a culture to it or some kind of mutual understanding, I was unaware. Emma was waiting though, so I took yet another look around to make sure the coast was clear, then pulled my hoodie over my head.

Flashing someone was one thing.

Masturbating with my hoodie pulled up certainly was too.

But I was actually properly naked in public.

I could feel my breath catch in my throat, my knees threaten to give out. Every inch of me fought to cover up again, to hide skin that should be kept decent. I ignored such instincts though.

"Come on" Emma's words snapped me out of my partial trance, she was standing there with a hand on her hip, but both her smile and the hand she was extending were softer than expected, as if she wasn't demanding...but offering. Giving me the chance to say no if I wanted.

Returning her smile with one of my own, I passed her the hoodie. Now I was naked and my only means of cover was out of my possession, how exciting.

Without waiting for any further instruction, I set off. I move at a half jog, not wanting to waste time, but also having no intention of getting caught in the open. My main goal is keeping to cover, the first and last thirds should be good for that, plenty of bushes and park furniture.

Scampering like this out in the open, I almost feel like a fox. My eyes dart around, making sure there aren't any witnesses, before I expose myself again to move to the next cover.

I eventually stop at a fairly overgrown spot, the last spot before I need to streak through a large open patch. Squatting down I take stock of myself, I'm actually starting to sweat, I can see a light sheen on my skin reflecting off of the ambient light.

I'm also realising that I need to pee, I didn't go before we headed out...and I recently had a cup of tea. I think about holding it in, then it hits me. I'm naked in public, in the middle of a park, getting caught pissing would be the least of my worries, even if it seems so...taboo. Biting my lip, I adjust my squat, leaning back a little so I don't get any on my shoes, then relieve myself.

I don't think I find the act specifically arousing in any way, but doing something like this, while naked and trying to stay undetected, it certainly adds to the thrill. Especially with how my stance prevents easy escape.

Feeling my bladder empty out, I let out a quiet sigh and take another look at that open patch. There are people.

It's dark out by this point, what are people doing at a park? I think there's two men, maybe a third...but they're shorter so it's hard to tell if it's just their shoulders or a shadow or something. They're just hanging out at a set of benches, no way they wouldn't see me if I went that way.

I try looking at them more closely, it's hard in such low light. I think I see a high vis vest...oh, oh no. These are police officers. Did someone call because they saw me? Am I gonna go to jail?

Biting my lip, I try and ground myself. Police are going to be inevitable with hobbies like this, but they aren't searching...maybe they aren't here for me.

Taking another look I see one holding something. It looks like a coffee, are they on break or...? I decide to wait a moment, it's starting to get late but I really have no other option. I hope Emma is alright.

They start to stand and walk, they're not leaving the park, but they're heading away from my route. I can still see them...

I control my breathing, and then dart out as quickly and quietly as I can. I'm heading straight across, making for the closest possible cover, but this park isn't as small as the previous one.

I'm about halfway across...I can hear the police officers chatting, I hear one laugh. I don't think they've seen me yet.

Finally, I duck behind a skateboarding ramp. My heart is in my chest and adrenaline is coursing through me, but I feel safe. Poking my head out I can see them walking to the other side of the park...a problem for later maybe, or they're just leaving. Either way I feel content that I got by just fine.

My pussy is burning for attention though. This whole thing has me hornier than I've been my entire life, not that it's been a high bar.

I take a look around, I poke my head out to see if those officers were still there. The coast was clear, and while I was technically in plain view of the road, the shadows were cast on me in a way that obscured me. I felt confident, that I was just too horny.

Bringing a hand to my chest, I gently kneaded, my fingers pinching at my nipple as my other hand went low. Pushing in with two fingers, then three, I started fingering myself, right there. I knew for a fact anyone could just turn up, but here I was, too hornybrained to care.

Climax came quickly, perhaps my body knew I shouldn't linger. I almost slumped back, let my legs give up so I could feel the pleasure in full. But I straightened myself up and scampered out.

Now that I was back in the bushes, finishing my lap wouldn't be too hard. Honestly it was going fairly smoothly at this point, I even see where I'd started and...Emma wasn't there.

Blinking in surprise, I made my way over. There was nobody here. No Emma, no hoodie. Nothing and nobody. Did she ditch me? Oh, what if the police got her? Did she look like she was loitering? I force myself to calm down and decide to walk back to Emma's place.

At the very least my phone and house keys are there, so if Emma is actually gone then I can still get into my own home.

Even if this means extending my streak even further...