I am one lucky Girl Pt. 4

I am one lucky Girl

by Vanessa Evans

Part 4

***** SATURDAY

The day was nothing special, some of the clothes that I had ordered arrived and so did the jogging mask. I’d chosen a clown mask and yes I did look stupid in it but the point was that it would make the facial recognition software useless if some camera captured my image and the police got involved.

I tried my new clothes on and decided not to show daddy because all the skirts were longer at the back and at the front they barely, or didn’t at all cover my slit and clit, and I knew that daddy wouldn’t be happy about me going out like that.

True to his word, daddy did take me out for dinner. He took me to the same posh restaurant that we went to to celebrate my eighteenth birthday and I felt so different when I walked in. Gone was the girl wearing clothes that better suited a young teenage girl and in walked a young, confident woman wearing a black dress that wouldn’t look out of place on a top model, long with splits up the sides to my waist, backless with a front that barely covered my breasts; and it was see-through. At daddy’s request I’d worn makeup again but I’d told him that I wasn’t going to make a habit of wearing any, which he didn’t object to.

I spotted a few people looking at us as we walked in and I wondered if they thought that I was some sort of escort to the much older man whose arm I was holding on to. But I didn’t care, they were seeing me, more of me than the other women there were showing.

We had another excellent meal and I caught the waiters looking at my chest a couple of times, and when one of them didn’t look away when I caught him, I leaned back a little so that he could get a better view of my pointy little tits. I wanted to tweak my nipples for him but I didn’t, thinking that it would be just too obvious. Also, daddy might not have been too happy.

One of the topics of conversation was daddy’s summer party. This was usually held at the end of July but this year he was bringing it forward to the following weekend. He did explain why but I wasn’t really listening because I was thinking about the opportunities to show my naked body. What I did pick up on was that the arrangements were the same as previous years, marquee put up on the Friday and taken down on the Monday and the caterers arrive on the Saturday morning.

The big difference this year for me that is, was that I wasn’t going to hide away as soon as the guests started to arrive. This year I had decided that I was going to be seen. When I told daddy that I wasn’t going to hide away he was pleased but he also begged me not to cause him any embarrassment.

“Daddy,” I said, “I promise that I won’t go skinny dipping and I won’t go wandering around naked.”

“Good Isabella.”

“And I promise that I will wear a dress that is less see-through than this one is.”

“Thank you Isabella. A couple of my colleagues are, shall I say, traditionalists and may get a little upset if you display your best bits.”

“Daddy, are you saying that my ‘best bits’ are my breasts and my vulva?”

“No darling, that was a bad choice of words, not that those parts aren’t good parts, all of you, and your character are you best bits, you are an amazing package.”

“I’m not so sure that I like being compared to something that the mail man would deliver but I know what you mean, I’ll be on my best behaviour and if you point out the fuddy-duddies I’ll keep away from them.

The conversation changed topics to what I wanted to do with my life after college. I didn’t raise the possibility of me becoming a porn star.

I was reminded of how much I love my daddy that night, I knew that he wasn’t happy with me displaying my body like I was but he was being a brilliant father by supporting me doing what I wanted.

When we got home and I put some coffee on then went and hung up my dress. Back in the kitchen we sat at the table to drink our coffee. When I sat on my usual chair I looked at the seat and was disappointed that my dildo wasn’t stuck to the middle.

That night I slept the same as the previous night which has now become my norm.

***** SUNDAY

It was actually a very uneventful day but I did spend a few houses sunbathing and I was happy that my white bits were starting to get less obvious.

***** MONDAY

Daddy left very early whilst I was still asleep but I vaguely remember being half awake as he leant over me and kissed my forehead. When I did wake up and vaguely remembered that I wondered if he had a good look at my naked body.

I gave the delivery guy a nice surprise when he delivered the rest of the things that I’d ordered online then in the afternoon I walked to the beach then along it to the rocks wearing just a cover up where I did some nude sunbathing. Unfortunately no fisherman walked by and I had a quiet time.

***** TUESDAY 3 a.m.

Another nude jogging session but this time I wore my new clown mask and two hair bands, one to tie my hair into a ponytail and the other round my left wrist holding a five pound note firmly in place.

The route that I chose went passed a few houses that had presence detector sensors linked to lights and maybe cameras but this time I didn’t run down the middle of the street. If my image got captured by any cameras the mask would have hidden my identity, but I still avoided the council cameras.

One drunk man got shocked by the mask and I wondered if he was one of the people who has a clown phobia because he genuinely looked shocked, but I kept running.

When I approached the petrol station I was pleased to see that there was a young man sat at the counter, and like the last time he had his head down and looked to be asleep. That was confirmed when I opened the door, a bell rung and the young man jumped up.

He wasn’t the only one that got a shock, I saw that it was Zack Turnbull who had been in my class at school. I looked at him and he looked at me in all my naked glory.

“Hi,” I finally said, “bottles of water?”

“What? Oh err, over there.” Zack replied as he pointed to a shelf.

“Just out jogging and I needed a drink.” I said as I went to the shelf which just happened to be a low one.

As I got to the shelf my naughty side kicked in and I bent at the waist with my feet well apart. For some reason I took ages to decide which of the identical small bottles of water I wanted but I finally picked one up and slowly walked back to the counter with Zack still staring at my naked front.

As I put the bottle on the counter and retrieved the five pound note Zack just stared for ages and I felt that all too nice tingling in my nipples and clit and I felt my pussy get wet.

It seemed like hours before Zack finally said,

“I know you don’t I?”

“Yes Zack.”

“Isabella Walker.”

“Yes Zack, how did you recognise me with this mask on.”

“Those tits and that clit, not many girls have tits like little traffic cones and a clit that sticks out like yours does, and I’ve seen you naked, or virtually naked twice before, remember?”

“Okay you got me Zack.”

“So what’s with all this naked stuff, and naked in public as well?”

“It is the middle of the night Zack.”

“But you came in here, did you know that I worked nights here?”

“No I didn’t know it was you Zack.”

“So why?”

“I just like being seen naked.”

“I sort of gathered that Isabella. Jeez, you’re so different from when you were at school.”

As my identity had been discovered I started to take the mask off.

“No, leave it on Isabella, there’s a camera behind me, no audio so the boss can’t hear what’s being said but if he reviews the files he’ll see you, but I guess that that’s what you want, you’re some sort of exhibitionist aren’t you?”

“I guess that I am.”

“You should come to the Bald Cat on a Sunday night, darts night in the back room, the guys there would love to have a naked girl playing, especially a girl with a hot body like yours.”

“I might just do that Zack, so do the cameras cover all the shop and the forecourt?”

“They do, but not round the back.”

“Hmm, I might just have to go round there one night. Can you write your mobile number on me so that I can phone you to warn you that I’ll be there?”

I stepped forward and Zack wrote his number on my left tit. When he was finished he tweaked my nipple causing me to moan.

Shortly after that I left and headed for home, satisfied that another man had had a good look at my naked body. As I ran I thought about the Bald Cat pub. The thought of being in a pub naked with lots of men looking at me appealed to me so I decided that I was going to go there one Sunday evening. On the way home I saw a builder’s van heading towards me and I decided to let the, presumably, men in it see me so I moved from the pavement to the road and I waved at them as they got close. I was rewarded by their horn beeping at me.

I woke up again just before 10 a.m. to the sound of the doorbell ringing. Then I ran downstairs and opened the door to the smiling postman who gave me a package. When I thanked him he replied saying that it was always a pleasure delivering things for me.

“You can take a selfie of you delivering it to me if you like.” I replied.

So he did, and as he thanked me he told me that if he showed it to his colleagues there would be a battle to see who delivered this round.

The package was the movement activated webcam that I had ordered and I rushed to get it setup so that I could go to sleep with it between my legs to see if I play with my pussy when I’m asleep. I also tested it by laying on my bed with the camera in place and my head propped up on pillows so that I could check that the recording light came one when my hand went to my pussy.

It did and I couldn’t resist rubbing my clit to make me cum so that I captured my first orgasm on camera. Then I checked my laptop to make sure that the video had been stored. It had and I watched myself, well my pussy, as my fingers rubbed my clit then my orgasm. I was surprised to see that my pussy was doing Kegel exercises all the time that I was cumming.

I then switched everything off and had some breakfast before getting ready to go to see this Ben guy. I’d watched a few of these ‘casting’ videos so I was expecting Ben to ask me lots of questions then get me to take my clothes off before he fucked me. I was looking forward to that but I wanted to do a bit of a strip when I took my dress off so I decided to wear the bra and G-string set of underwear that has no fabric between the frilly, elastic strings. With a see-through dress over them at first glance it would look like I had normal underwear on under the dress and I wondered how long it would take this Ben to realise that my tits and pussy weren’t actually covered by my underwear.

It took me going on for an hour to get to Ben’s house which was nearly as big as daddy’s house but it was overlooked by a couple of houses at the back.

I’ll admit that I was nervous when I got out of my car and walked to the front door, but I was also very excited which was evident by my rock hard nipples and leaking pussy.

Ben led me through to his conservatory where he introduced me to Tom, his cameraman. I was a little surprised by a third person being there as I’d never seen a cameraman on the videos that I’d watched. My surprise must have shown and Ben asked me if it was a problem.

“No, not at all, I just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here.”

The next fifteen or twenty minutes was spent exactly as I had expected with me sitting on a sofa opposite Ben with Tom moving around videoing me from all angles. At one point I realised that Tom had the camera pointing at my uncrossed legs so I spread them wide for a couple of seconds whilst I was answering one of Ben’s questions.

“That’s an interesting pair of knickers that you’ve got on Isabella.” Ben said when I stopped answering his last question.

“Like them do you Ben?”

“I do, and I guess that now would be a good time to ask you to take that dress off. Slowly please Isabella.”

I stood up and did as requested, then I did a slow 360 to let Ben and the camera get a good look at me.

“Very nice,” Ben said, “I like the underwear Isabella, all girls should wear underwear like that.”

“Yes. I like it too, I’ve got some bikinis like this as well.”

“I bet that you’re a hit on the beach.”

“I haven’t really had the chance to wear then on a beach yet, but it’s definitely a ‘yet’.”

“I love the tits and clit. I could see them through the dress but seeing them in the flesh I can see that they are amazing. Not many girls are lucky enough to have conical tits at your age, they’ve usually got much bigger and more like balloons filled with water.”

“Yes, I like them too, I hope that they stay like this forever.”

“And that clit, that’s a beauty, you say that it’s very sensitive, that must cause you problems.”

“Not at all.