Wendy's Mistaken Exposure

Wendy Mills worked for a fortune 500 Company in Houston. Each year the
company hosted a company wide outing. This particular year, it was
held at Astroworld, a Six Flags amusement park. The company had rented
the entire park for the day and the general public was not allowed in.
The company allowed access for immediate family and friends. Wendy and
her husband Richard had no children but each liked the amusements so
they decided to go.

Wendy had met Richard 12 years ago when she attended Texas A&M
University. Wendy was studying geology and was interested in a career
in the oil and gas business. Richard was interested in theater and
art, particularly in sculpture. He did not attend the University, but
went to the campus to find subjects for an art project he was working
on.

The moment that Richard saw Wendy, he wanted her image included in his
project. Her beauty captivated him. The moment he met her, changed his
life: he thought, forever. She was beautiful. Her energy, combined
with the good looks and intelligence, was astounding to Richard. They
dated until she graduated and then they got married.

Wendy was confident that she looked good. However, she enjoyed the
affirmation she received in the reactions that men had towards her. At
the same, time she was modest. Her marriage to Richard was very happy,
and she practiced marital fidelity. She had, over the years though,
developed a modest tease. It started in junior high school with
dressing correctly to modestly show off those physical attributes that
she was blessed to possess. She was very particular about the clothes
she wore and strove to match them for the occasion. Her attention to
appearance detail was habitual.

After college, she found the dress for success theme applicable to
several audiences.

At work, she dressed for her business peers with conservative business
attire.

In her leisure, in public, she would dress less conservatively
allowing her clothes and makeup to accentuate her natural abundant
beauty. This leisure wardrobe included jeans with decorative appliqué
or unusual fixtures. Her dresses included some with slits up the side,
short shirts or wrap arounds but not mini's, blouses and t-shirts with
design and appliqué or semi sheer blouses worn with opaque camisoles.
She never went braless or pantyless. She did not have to or want to
become that intimate with the public. She had some modest personal
limits. Richard encouraged her modest tease, but did not ask her to
flash and never challenged her self imposed limits. Her modest tease
was very sexy and he was perfectly content with it.

At home, she dressed or stripped, as the case may be, to please
herself for comfort and to sexually arouse Richard. Their sex life was
active. She excelled at pleasing him and he her. She actually studied
how to strip and practiced the movements in private and then staged
beautifully choreographed performances for him. She practiced those
sexy body movements with the tilted head, the smile, the wink, the
lick of the lips, the finger play, the toss of the hair, the bend at
the waist, the touch of her hand, and her eye contact. These became
habits that could not be turned off in public. Men often observed
these behaviors as sexy even in the office environment. Yet, she was
not seeking anything more than the affirmation that she looked great
and could attract and hold a man's attention.

On this particular outing, Wendy had chosen to wear a new bikini that
she had recently purchased, had tried on, but had never worn. She
originally bought it for use in their backyard pool and nowhere else.
It was a 403 V bikini from Wicked Weasel. It was yellow and made of
matt lycra. This meant that it would be slightly see through when wet
and opaque when dry. This brand of bikini has no lining at all. Wendy
was debating with herself whether it was too revealing for public use.
This was the largest bikini with the most coverage of all of the
bikinis' offered by Wicked Weasel. Nevertheless, it did not cover
much. The bottom was a thong style. She had figured that since the
weather was so cool, they would probably never go on any wet rides.
She reasoned that if she did get a little wet, her outer layer would
cover her adequately and still provide a little tease. Over this
bikini she wore a white t-shirt on top and some yellow Chino shorts on
bottom. On her feet she wore some well worn, but comfortable Teva
sandals. She wore no jewelry except her wedding bands. She took
sunglasses and a visor type cap.

Wendy and Richard found the lines for the rides and concessions were
very short. They rode the Texas Cyclone roller coaster seven times in
a row. As soon as they got off of one coaster, they got on the next
coaster. They were very active, anxious to ride most of the rides
several times and take full advantage of the lack of lines. The
temperature was a little chilly for Houston hovering at just 70
degrees with a small breeze. But Wendy and Richard were so active,
that they did not notice the cool weather until they got wet on
Thunder River. When her white cotton T-shirt got wet, her bright
yellow bikini top was visible and she was attracting many guys
attention, turning heads everywhere she went.

"I think the guys like your bikini", Richard chided a little jealous.

"Yeah, and I like it when they can't help but stare", Wendy answered
knowing that Richard was a bit jealous. The attention was not wasted
on her. It turned her on sexually and Richard was the very willing
beneficiary of her heightened sexual tensions.

"I am enjoying how hot you look too. Are those nipples excited! I can
see them pointing through that bikini top". Richard was correct about
the nipples. The fabric was very lightweight and when Wendy's nipples
were erect, they would show prominently under the delicate fabric.

Wendy blushed at Richard's comment wondering if she had made an error
wearing such a revealing bikini. She then just paused to feel and
noticed that she was a little excited between her legs and thought
"What the hell."

"Save that emotion for later, babe. They're at attention because that
water is cold," Wendy lied a little. Wendy did not want to reveal that
it excited her to wear this bikini and get such attention. It was a
bit more daring than she had meant to be, but the attention was fun to
experience.

Their cotton jeans and shirts were very reluctant to dry in the cool
moist air. Once wet, Wendy and Richard decided to finish with any
other rides that might get them wet and then leave the park and go
home. They went on Thunder River and the Bamboo Shoot several times
and soon they were 100% soaked. As dusk began to arrive, the
temperature started to drop. The temperature drop was more apparent in
the shadow of the shops close to the entrance.

"I'm getting cold and I'm hungry. I'm sure it is warmer in there Let's
go inside and get some pizza and then we can go.", Wendy suggested
pointing to the pizza restaurant.

They sat inside the building for a short time and quickly finished a
pizza slice. Although, Wendy didn't touch her drink. The restaurant
was air conditioned and the Miller's were getting quite cold.

"It's time to go. These clothes are not helping my figure. I will look
like a prune if we stay much longer," Wendy chattered. She left with
the drink in a souvenir plastic cup.

The couple left the park and found their Toyota 4-runner in the vast
parking lot. Many people decided to stay, and had dressed
appropriately. Others, like Richard and Wendy, were anxious to leave
as the sun slowly descended.

Richard was so cold that he had goose bumps and began to shiver. He
wanted to get in the car and start up the heater. He was also trying
to figure a way to avoid getting the upholstery all wet. His clothes
were still dripping wet. Wendy was also cold and shivering and her
teeth began to chatter.

"I wish we were out of these clothes and cuddling in front of a fire,"
she mused.

Hearing Wendy caused Richard to think; 'why not just strip and get in
the car. It would warm us up quickly and keep the car from getting too
wet an interior.' Richard was not as modest about public nudity as was
Wendy. As an artist he frequently had live models in various states of
undress and had on occasion been a nude model too. He felt so cold
that it did not seem to matter. He needed to get warm and soon and he
was sure that Wendy was as uncomfortable as he was. He quickly looked
around the parking lot and when he was convinced that no one was
watching, he stripped off the wet clothes and tossed them into the
back of the 4-Runner.

"What are you doing?" He heard as he slipped behind the wheel and
started the car. Richard looked at Wendy and replied, "I am drier and
more comfortable already. Do the same and let's go."

Wendy hesitated for about 5 seconds, contemplating the situation and
weighing the proposed solution. Finally, she made her decision to join
him. She looked around furtively, and then quickly removed her t-shirt
and shorts leaving her wet bikini on. As she slipped into the front
passenger seat, she leaned towards Richard and spying his clothes in
the back cargo area, tossed hers to join them.

She looked him in the eye and nervously snapped, "Let us go, but don't
do anything to bring attention to us! The lycra bikini was nearly
transparent. Wendy's nipples were poking out and her areola was
plainly visible under the thin fabric. Looking down Wendy could see
her neatly trimmed public hair and her vaginal lips were puffy,
bulging and showing quite prominently under the nearly transparent
bikini thong. She was glad that the sun was setting and she would be
protected from displaying her privates by the welcome darkness. She
thought that while the attention was great, she would not choose this
as an undergarment again. She had never tested it while wet and
seriously underestimated the fabrics' ability to display her as naked
when wet.

"I must have put on quite a show today," Wendy said hoping to get his
opinion on how revealing she might have been.

"Yes, you were quite bold. I'm sure you hardened a few cocks today,
including mine," Richard said as he stoked his stiffened cock a few
times.

Wendy looked down at his stiff cock and shivered from the cold and
from the excitement she knew would come from playing with it at home.
"I didn't realize it was so sheer when wet. I wouldn't have worn it if
I had known," Wendy said admitting her mistake.


"You're usually a tease, but a modest one, until today," Richard said
playing on her doubts and fears that she over exposed herself.

"Do you think I over did it," Wendy asked with true concern?

"It was just an honest mistake. There weren't any kids paying
attention to you. It was mostly young guys, studs, that were doing
double takes. It seemed there were a few girls too. You didn't get wet
until an hour ago, so it's not like you were exposed for very long.
Besides, your T-shirt and shorts tended to obscure, unless you were a
few feet away. It was the guys up close that got quite an eyeful,"
Richard said knowing that she was now embarrassed by the experience.

"You never know. I might just do it again," Wendy said with a tone of
defiance. She lied. She had no intention of ever wearing this bikini
in public, even if it were used as underwear like it had been today.

Richard could sense that she was bothered about the incident even
though her words were rather bold. "Babe, you turn heads what ever you
wear. Today they just got a much bigger eyeful," Richard said.

Richard was surprised when, on Thunder River, water splashed against
Wendy's side. It took a few moments before the fabrics transformed and
the other riders in the raft were treated to her sexy nipples pointing
earnestly from their once opaque concealment. It made a couple of the
young guys in the raft exchange glances that Richard was sure meant:
"Wow! Look at those! Damn! Is she hot! Damn! Are we lucky to be here
right now!"

Richard was less nervous and tried to assuage her fears. "Since it's
dusk and growing darker by the minute. No one is likely to see us in
our moving car."

"I think your right. Let's get out of here before any lines begin to
form at the exit."

Richard responded by putting the car in gear.

"Just don't do anything to draw attention to us," Wendy repeated.

A small child came running between cars and Richard hit the brakes
abruptly. Wendy had her iced drink in hand with the top off sipping
the coke when the abrupt stop caused her to spill some down her chin
to her breast and stomach. As she composed herself from the shock of
the icy coke running on her goose bumped flesh, the rivelets gathered
in her lycra bikini bottom.

"Damn these kids," Richard muttered.

"Oh! That's cold," Wendy gasped. The sticky coke was so cold that it
hurt her as it's icy tentacles raced down her already chilled chest
and tummy to her puffy vaginal lips. Wendy sucked in her breath and
held it. The bikini was now the repository of pain from the frigid
liquid held in its' fibers. She had to escape the painful grasp of the
cold wet clothes. Moments later, she had her freshly moistened bikini
removed, and threw the coke soaked clothes in the back to join the
rest of their clothes. "So much for modesty," Wendy sighed. She was
clearly more uncomfortable now that she was totally nude.

"Just don't do anything to draw attention to us," Wendy repeated.

"I am enjoying this heat. How are you?" he asked.

"Yes it's great to get out of those wet clothes, but I'll be nervous
about being seen until I am safe at home. I feel so visible, so
vulnerable. I am glad it is almost dark ", she answered.

"No one will see us, at least not for long, and if they do, we are
just anonymous strangers. Besides you are so good looking that any guy
that might see you will just get horny and bang his girlfriend or wife
tonight."

"Just drive carefully", Wendy said sharply. She was nervous about
being nude. She certainly had more reason. Her bare breasts were on
display in the dim light. Richard was a guy and accustomed to going
topless with no care at all. The thought that a guy that saw her bare
breasts would get aroused was itself an arousing idea. A component of
Wendy's jitters were a degree of sexual excitement besides the fear of
getting caught.

The Miller's lived in North West Houston. It was free way nearly all
the way home. Richard's biggest concern was that they might get stuck
in some traffic from construction or an accident and possibly have
some embarrassing moments. As Richard pondered the possibilities, he
wished now that he had not tossed his clothes so far back. On the
other hand, the cargo area was the only place with a rubber mat to
protect the upholstery. If they did encounter some slow traffic, and
it looked like someone might see them, it would produce some
embarrassing moments. That was a chance that they were willing to take
due to their present discomfort.

The first seven miles were comforting. The heater was soothing their
once numb bodies and Richard did not feel like he was wearing a wet
diaper for the first time in a couple of hours. Traffic was heavy, but
flowing nicely, with no problems in sight as far as he could see.
Then, he noticed a police car with its lights on just behind them. He
didn't panic. This happens all the time. Richard was not speeding or
going too slow or driving erratically. He just knew that the police
were not after him. He eased into the rightmost lane so that the
police could pass them, but the police moved in behind them and beeped
the siren for an instant.

"Oh shit," Richard said!

"He is not after us," Wendy said with a bit of fear and surprise in
her voice!

"I think he is," Richard said softly.

"We can't stop when we are naked. Oh shit! What are we going to do,"
Wendy wondered aloud. Her frustration was clear in her voice and
growing to a frenzied panic as she realized that there was nothing
around her to cover her nakedness.

Richard began to move slowly to the side of the road and slow down.
Eventually the 4-Runner came to a stop as far away from traffic as
Richard could safely drive it without easing into the muddy area along
the road. There was 5 or 6 feet from his door to the traffic lane to
the left of him. The police car stopped a cars length behind them and
kept the flashing lights on to keep the considerable traffic from
hitting them. The lights also attracted attention to them. The
powerful colored strobe lights flashed on them and Richard could tell
that each car that passed was looking and then taking double looks
when they were close enough to see inside their car.

"This is not happening to us!" Wendy whispered. A whisper is worse
than a yell when it comes from Wendy. Her whisper is her most serious
tone of voice. It is used to say "I love you," after throes of
passion, but it would also be used on a home intruder, as she cocked
the shotgun and whispered, "Good riddens asshole!"

The Miller's had both heard stories of people in Houston shot for
giving a police officer a reason to think they were up to something
threatening. It was already the heavier part of dusk and the officer
must have been able to see at least their heads in the silhouette of
the patrol car lights. If Wendy tried to quickly grab something from
the cargo area, she would have to span the back seat and then back to
the cargo area. It could very well look threatening in this dim light
combined with police strobes. Wendy leaned back and saw that her
clothes were piled up against the back tailgate. She reasoned that the
reach was too great to make a grab for them without climbing over the
seat and appearing weird and threatening. The clothes would
unfortunately have to wait. She was mentally preparing for the police
officers arrival.

"Do you think, if I went after my clothes, I would look threatening,"
Wendy asked?

"I don't know babe." Richard answered.

Wendy remained still for a moment and then started to look frantically
around her hoping that she could find something: anything to help
cover her embarrassing nakedness. She found nothing but her hands.

"Damn", she said, and Richard had to agree.

The officer approached Richard's window and shined her flashlight on
the two of them. Richard was surprised that the officer was female and
was hoping that Wendy would feel a little less awkward about being
naked in the presence of another female than if it were a male
officer. He glanced at Wendy and she did not look relieved. The
officers name tag read T. Garcia.

"You are both naked," T Garcia stated as she alternately shone her
flashlight on the Millers naked bodies.

Richard thought and hoped that once officer Garcia established the
fact that a naked person was no threat to her that she would remove
the flashlights spotlight, but he was mistaken. She pointed it between
them so that both Wendy and Richard were both always clearly visible.
This was a bonus for the slowly moving cars in the rightmost lane.
Richard watched as the cars occupants clearly stared at the naked
couple.

Wendy was covering up as best she could using both hands placed over
her breasts and pubic area. She was getting angry that T. Garcia
continued to shine the light and she felt very vulnerable and
embarrassed being put in a spotlight in the nearly dark early eve.

"Good evening officer. I can explain our being naked", Richard offered
meekly.

After shining the flashlight slowly over the couple again she said,
"Please do."

"We're going home from Astroworld. We'd gotten all wet on a water ride
and were freezing when the sun began to go down. Since it was dusk and
almost dark we just decided to strip and drive home. Our wet clothes
are in the back cargo area," Richard blurted out nervously. The
officer shined her flashlight on Wendy, and then, back on Richard.

"I need your drivers license, her drivers license, and your proof of
insurance", officer Garcia instructed.