Rebecca Dares!

So this is a story I started writing years ago. I found most stories I found didn't really explore my own fantasies enough, so I decided t o give it a go.

It's a story about Rebecca (also known as Bex) who discovers she likes exposing herself, as long as no one's watching.

Sorry for my English - it's not my first language.

I hope you enjoy it, and if you do - please write something and hopefully I'll get to writing more of these!

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Rebecca dares!

CHAPTER 1

She was just supposed to take out the trash.

It was 3 AM on a Wednesday and Rebecca was ready for bed. She and her boyfriend Jesse were currently between jobs so they usually stayed up late. She had taken a shower and put on her cozy sweatpants that were missing the drawstring in the waist. She always wore them in the evening even though they were a few sizes too big. It didn't matter around the house and that was the only place she ever wore them.

Actually they were Jesse's pants but he preferred to wear jeans around the clock.

She brushed her teeth and got out of the bathroom to find the stinking garbage bags by the front door in the hallway. Jesse had the habit of always leaving the garbage by the door instead of taking it to the garbage building across the parking lot.

"Jesus, Jesse!" she shouted, "It takes like two minutes to take the garbage out, why you gotta leave it here to stink up the place?"

"I'm sorry, Bex!" Jesse replied from the bedroom, "I was planning to take them out in the morning..."

"Yeah right!" Rebecca said quietly to herself, she knew he was sure to forget it tomorrow, as he did every other morning. "It's okay, I'll do it!"

She put on her old worn out sneakers, put the keys in her pocket and grabbed one garbage bag in each hand and went out the door.

Rebecca and Jesse lived in an apartment complex in a peaceful area. Nothing horrible ever happened (and nothing really exciting either). Their apartment was below the ground floor so there was a short flight of stairs before the main entrance.

Rebecca started to walk up the stairs. After just a couple of steps she could feel the sweatpants slowly moving downwards, not much but noticeably so. Usually this was not that big of a deal, but usually she was inside the apartment and usually she had panties on. That's right, she didn't bother putting on panties after her shower since she was going to bed soon anyway, and she mostly slept naked. Surely the extra weight from the keys did it's part too.

She didn't mind the pants sliding down a bit, she knew her bottom would prevent them from falling down. Little did she know that it was the friction of her panties keeping the pants up usually. This time, when there was no clingy cloth to hold on to, and only her smooth skin, the pants slowly slid down for every step.

She didn't think much of it and as she got to the top of the stairs she noticed that the garbage bags had started dripping some nasty fluid. She held her arms out a bit to prevent the goo to get on her shoes.

When she opened the front entrance she realized that the situation with the pants was getting out of hand so she put down the garbage bags and pulled the pants up again. Nothing was shown anyway, but she didn't want to stand in the parking lot with her bare ass on display... Or did she?

No, of course not! But there was a slight tingling sensation all over her skin just before she pulled those pants up, that she could not deny.

No doubt she would be mortified if someone other than Jesse caught her naked anywhere, anytime, but the thought of the risk started a nervous but arousing sensation all through her bones and... down there.

She wondered what it would be like if her pants were to fall down on the way to the garbage room. It was late enough for everybody to be sleeping, or at least not looking out of their windows... maybe...

She made a little bet with herself. She was going to cross the parking lot without touching her pants and if they were to fall to the ground she would quickly pull them up again and nobody should be able to catch her, right? It was dark enough, no doubt, but the light outside the garbage room threw a fading light over the far side of the parking lot.

No!

She wasn't going to do it! It was far to risky! And all she had on up top was her baggy crop top, ending just below her bellybutton. She grabbed the bags, held them out from her body and went out into the night.

But then it came upon her again. That vibrating sensation all the way to her fingertips. She stopped again and felt the pants once again slowly sliding down her hips and cheeks.

In the blink of an eye she was moving again, now only thinking of what it would feel like to stand bare assed in the parking lot. Her eyes were focused on the door to the garbage room, but they glanced quickly back and forth to see if someone was nearby.

The pants slowly continued to slide as she gently made her way through the, almost empty, parking lot.

Soon she could feel she was sporting a pretty generous plumber's crack and since she was now only halfway through her distance she began to panic. This was going to happen! The closer she came the more lit the surroundings became. "Just a few more seconds, please!".

Then it happened! Just outside the door! Or at least it would have if Rebecca hadn't freaked out and pulled her pants up at the last thrilling second. She had to suppress a scream and instead went with a nervous "Nnnnnnnnn!"

The moment she pulled her pants up she dropped the nasty garbage bags, one of which landed on her right foot. The nervous arousal was quickly replaced by disgust as she felt something wet and gooey. The bag had burst and slime she didn't want to know the origin of was now seeping through her shoe.

She quickly pulled of her shoe, opened the door and threw it in the garbage bins along with the bags. She didn't know what she would need the other shoe for so she tossed it in as well.

Luckily there was a washstand so she could rinse that nasty smell off her foot.

As she washed her feet she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed by how things had gone. Not so much by the destroyed shoes, they were done for anyway. No it was the fact that she lost a bet. And to herself, nonetheless! She had pulled up the pants to early. She would have to make this up to herself. On the way back she wasn't going to touch her pants even if there was a news team reporting live outside. If they fell, they fell and she was not even allowed to pull them back up until she was inside the building again!

"Why am I doing this to myself?" she thought.

The answer was obvious when she felt between her legs. She wanted this! She needed this! She didn't need to be seen, but she needed this little adventure in her mundane life.

She opened the door again. No news team. Great!

It was a bit chilly to go barefoot on the asphalt this time of night, but nothing too bad.

She was really careful this time. The last thing she wanted was to be walking like a penguin the whole distance with her pants around her feet. Oh, she wanted the pants to fall, sure! Just not now.

Halfway through the lot her pants were holding on for bare life. No other life was seen or heard though. Just the wind and maybe a distant car.

Now she was moving with baby steps to prevent the pants from falling too soon. Her white butt cheeks was now visibly out in the open.

"Oh my god!" she thought clenching her jaws as well as her bottom. This proved to be a mistake since that made the pants fall to the ground like a wet mattress.

Her first impulse was to bend down and pull them up, but on her way down she froze in position. She still had a couple of meters to go. She owed this to herself.

Quickly, or as quickly as one can move with pants round ones ankles, she darted to the front door, pulling it maybe a bit to hard for a locked door. She immediately became aware of her situation and reached down to her pockets to retrieve the key.

Looking anxiously around she hurried to unlock the door and get inside the building.

Her pants were back up in a fraction of a second.

"Oh my god!" she thought again, panting nervously.

"That was insane!"

"That was stupid!"

"That was..." she paused in her thoughts, "AWESOME! Oh my god, who am I?!"

CHAPTER 2

Once back inside the apartment she had already decided she wasn't done for the night. She wanted more and she wanted it now!

She walked out in the kitchen and emptied the trashcan and on the way past the bedroom she stopped.

"I'm taking these out too."

"But that's not even half full?" Jesse said.

"I know but the garbage truck came when I was out, so I might as well."

"Oh, alright." Jesse said, not considering the late hour.

This time was much easier. The thrill was the same, but the fear was not. It was like if she'd been drinking or was on some kind of high. This was something she'd never felt before.

Maybe it wasn't as much the exposure as it was that the exposure might seem unintentional. That anyone (hopefully not) observing might think that she didn't mean to expose herself, that it was an accident.

Well, that was unlikely considering the fact that she purposely didn't pull her pants back up when they fell.

What if something happened that made her stay naked a while and made it impossible to cover right back up, she thought.

On the side of the garbage house was a ladder leading to the roof.

If this had been a cartoon, a light bulb would have lit over Becca's head, cause she had a stroke of genius!

After throwing that other bag away Becca rounded the garbage building to check the ladder out. Oh yes, it was as she thought. The ladder had once been a slide-down ladder so it was in two parts, of which the lower one was loose and now only leaning against the wall with quite a big gap between them.

As Becca stepped on the lower part she could already feel that she was showing some skin. She did however get to the top of the lower part without her pants falling.

"Perfect!" she thought, feeling that nervousness heighten again. She pulled her pants back all the way and reached for the upper part of the ladder as she balanced on the lower one. When she got a hold on the third step from the bottom she intentionally leaned so that the lower part of the ladder fell to the side, landing softly in the grass. This of course made her pants fall down too. In fact they almost fell completely off!

Here she was, hanging by her hands with her pants clinging on one foot. This was actually a little more than she hoped for. She'd only wanted the pants to fall down to her feet, not off one foot.

Looking down she realized that it was further down than she'd thought. She wouldn't dare letting go from this height!

At the same time she felt her pants sliding on her foot and in a motion to save them she instead kicked them away to the side of the building.

"Oh God, please get me out of this! If you do I promise not to do anything like this ever again!"

Well, God was probably not listening, or perhaps he was enjoying the show because in the distant she heard a car approaching.

Becca froze as she pondered her possibilities. Should she climb up on the roof? No, that would only make her more visible to all the apartments in the area.

She decided to just hold on tight and stay still.

Through a wooded area with a playground she saw a car closing up, headlights beaming.

As the car closed up Becca almost lost her grip in nervousness. She almost peed.

Suddenly the car turned and ended up on the far opposite side of the garbage building, slowing down, door opening and closing. A beep signaling that the car alarm was activated and then a sound of an entrance door closing.

"Maybe there is a god after all" Becca thought. As the thought came upon her the ladder let go from the wall and she was thrown on the ground.

A hoarse hissing came out of her as she hit the ground, she wasn't hurt as much as she was shocked.

She swiftly picked up her sweatpants, pulled them on and hurried home.

When she got inside she found that Jesse was asleep. If only he had known what she'd been up to... What would he think of her? Was she a pervert? A sick, twisted exhibitionist?

That last word made her want to go out again.

She didn't hesitate this time. Out the door she went. She'd made it this far, and how probable was it that there were two late homecomers on a night like this? She liked the odds.

Before she went out of the main entrance she wondered what she'd do next. That ladder thing would be hard to top. She remembered that playground. There were thousands of possibilities with that place.

Once outside again she didn't hesitate to hurry to the playground, not a worry that her pants kept falling down. She even put a stone in each of her pockets to make the pants fall faster. This made it almost impossible to keep them up.

But this felt kind of old now. She needed to up the ante, but not in a way that would end with her stuck someplace again. She did however want to go out with a bang!

On the playground there was a bowl strapped to two rubber cords, like some kind of sand catapult or something. Becca thought it looked a bit dangerous for little kids but didn't care too much for little kids at this moment. She got the idea to use it to shoot her pants up in the air like fireworks for a finale.

When she got her pants off and put them in the bowl it didn't seem enough. If she was going out she would be going out BIG!

In a matter of seconds her top was in the basket too.

Now, without a stitch on her body she was ready. This was it! The big finale!

She stretched the rubber bands to a maximum and as she let go the thought hit her that maybe this was taking it too far? And judging by the amount of air her clothes got that thought might have been right.

The stones! She'd forgot about the stones in her pockets!

Her clothes landed all the way over by the sidewalk on the far side of the road.

"Oh crap! This is to much!" she thought to herself running to collect her lost items. As she did so she heard an entrance door open somewhere. She couldn't see where.

"This is bad! This is really, really bad"

She quickly hid by the fallen ladder of the garbage building. Someone was getting into a car. She saw the headlights beam up and soon they where on their way too her side of the building!

As the car closed in on her she rounded the corner to hide from sight. Soon the car stopped again. What was this about?

She leaned around the corner to see that it was the paperboy. Or papergirl in this case. It hadn't been someone coming home late before, that was the papergirl doing her round.

As the papergirl went in another entrance Becca hurried to the place where her clothes was. But there was a problem. A big one!

The car had parked on top of her pants. Her top was free and she managed to get that on in good time, but what was she to do with the pants?

She decided to leave them there. Jesse was asleep anyway, he wouldn't notice her coming home without pants. So that's what she did. Running bottomless towards her door she realized that her keys where in the pocket of the pants!

"Oh fuck! Just what I needed!"

CHAPTER 3

As she approached the car again she crouched by the driver's side to hide when suddenly the entrance door opened again. What was she to do now? The papergirl would surely come to this side to enter the car.

But nothing happened.

Silence...

"Oh no! She's spotted the pants!" Becca thought and without thinking she quickly stood up trying her best to keep calm. "He-ey!" she said smiling nervously and found that the girl was looking into her phone.

"Aah!" the girl exhaled heavily, "My god! Are you insane?!"

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you..." Becca continued, "...but you have parked on my pants..." she looked around to see if anybody was looking out of their window to see what was going on. All windows were dark. No faces seen. Good!

"I have parked on your pants? What do you mean?"

"A pair of my pants are stuck under your tire. Could you perhaps just move your car a couple of feet so I can get them?"

Now the papergirl saw the pants sticking out from under the car.

"Why are your pants in the street?"

"It fell down from my balcony... the clothesline on my balcony... as I was picking up my clothes... from drying."

"Oo-kay? Well, I was going to continue my route soon anyway so it's not that much trouble."

She started to walk to the other side of the car and Becca went the opposite way around the back of the car.

The girl, stopped for a second, slowing her pace, confused.

"What are you doing?"

"Eh... going to get my pants..." she said quirkily, "I figured since they are on this side I should go... where they are...".

Becca looked around nervously, forcing a smile. The girl looked as if she was going to say something but paused for a moment. Becca swallowed.

"You're not wearing any pants, are you?" the girl said.

"What?" Becca snickered, obviously lying, "Of course I am!"

"Then why are you so nervous?"

"Nervous? I'm not nervous. This is just how I am. I mean... I'm not!"

The girl just looked at her. A sly smirk slowly appeared across her face.

"I just have two more houses on this street, or staircases really... Just wait here and I'll help you."

She started to walk away.

"No, stop!" Becca whispered as loud as she could. "...what's you name?"

"Emily."

"Okay, Emily! I'm Rebecca. This might seem very odd, but I really need those pants! My keys are in the pocket."

"Sure! Just wait here and I'll help you. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless you have anything to confess."

Becca realized there was no point fighting anymore.

"Okay..."

"Okay what?"

"Okay, I'm naked..."

"You're what?!" Emily said shocked?

"I don't have any pants."

"But you do have panties on, right?"

"Well, yeah... or... No, I don't... actually!"

"Holy shit! This is messed up! How come?"

"Can I get my pants first, and I'll explain?"

"Sure! I'll help you right, but you have to sit down in my car and tell me what this is all about!"

"Alright..." Becca said, ashamed.

Emily got in her car and rolled a couple of feet so Becca could get her pants on and join her in the passenger seat.

"Okay nudiegirl, tell me what's going on!"

"Well..." Becca said, "I was just supposed to take out the trash..."

CHAPTER 4

Becca told Emily everything that had happened, and Emily listened with wide eyes and ears, curiously adding questions whenever Becca came to a pause.

"So, you did all this to yourself?"

"Yes"

"Because it turned you on?"

"I guess.." Becca shamefully admitted. "But I never intended on getting caught."

"But that's the thrill, I figure? The risk of getting caught?"

"I guess so..."

"Wow! This is totally insane!"

"Well... Now you know. Can I go now?"

"No, no, no! I didn't mean it like that! I mean.. It's seriously messed up but in a good way. I think you're awesome for doing this!"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... I would never dare to do something like that! But I can really see why someone would! It's so exciting! Did really nobody see you?"

"Only you."

"Well, I didn't really see you, I just got to know your secret..."

They sat quietly for a few seconds.

"So... are you going to continue now?" Emily asked.

"No, I think I've had enough fun for one night..."

"Why? It's all gone so well, hasn't it?"

"Maybe. But I wasn't planning on things going so far."

Becca could tell Emily was excited.

"Why do you care?" Becca asked.

"I don't know. I just find it arous... I mean... It's so interesting! Don't you want to do more?"