I can’t help myself, I just have to be seen naked.

by Vanessa Evans

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Part 1

It all started when I hit puberty, whilst other girls started getting all shy, I went the other way.

Okay, a few basics for you. I’m Maria, I’m 22, an average height girl, but I’m slim, curvy and skinny (washboard ribs). I’m told that I have a cute little bubbly butt. I really hate the idea of getting fat so I eat little but healthy.

I’m blonde with blue eyes and hair half way down my back that I usually wear in a ponytail, and ‘A’ cup tits on my front. I’d hate to have big tits as I’m sure that they would spoil my fun.

I do have big nipples that sit proudly on small, darker areolae making them stand out on my bronzed skin.

My pussy is one of my best features, well it is now, I’ll explain later, that I am proud of and I love showing it to people.

I was still at school when puberty hit me long after most of the other girls had reached their puberty. I’d realised that the other girls were getting all shy about their bodies and I just couldn’t understand it.

Before and after PE lessons the other girls would go to great lengths to cover their bodies as they changed, and some of them often skipped what were supposed to be compulsory showers.

Me, I just didn’t care and usually walked to and from the showers totally naked without a care in the world.

It was the same at home and mum often scolded me for walking from my bedroom to the bathroom and back, without any clothes on.

My mum had always told me to cross my legs when I sat down but that felt uncomfortable to me so I didn’t bother and my mum got quite annoyed with me at times.

It wasn’t until I was at university in London that I started to make some sense of my feelings, how I appeared to be different to other girls, and how I appeared to have what was rapidly becoming an addiction.

Our old dorm block was split into apartments with 8 bedrooms in each apartment but only one, large bathroom. Fortunately, I was allocated to an apartment with 5 boys and 2 other girls.

Once I realised that I had no one telling me to get dressed, or at least wrap a towel round me, I decided to experiment with my addiction, and I went out and bought some new clothes, skimpy ones that I could accidentally expose myself in.

I also started going to the bathroom in just my bra and knickers, then, after all the guys had seen me like that, the bras stayed in the drawer and I flaunted my little tits to the guys.

That soon became not enough and the knickers stayed in the drawer as well.

All my knickers and bras never came out of that drawer again as I decided that I’d never wear underwear again.

With my new, very short skirts and thin tops I was attracting a fair amount of male attention, and going underwearless seemed to attract even more which implied that I had been flashing people without realising it. That both pleased me and annoyed me as I had not know I’d been flashing.

It didn’t take long for me to realise that I could have lots of deliberate ‘accidental’ wardrobe malfunctions to feed my addiction.

Guys often saw down my tops or up my skirts in the common room, but them seeing me totally naked took me to another level and they just loved having a naked girl wandering around the place, and often after I’d been seen naked I would go to my room and masturbate to 2 or 3 orgasms.

I started showering with the cubicle door open and at around the same time each day. The guys quickly realised and I often wasn’t the only person in the bathroom, and I often had conversations whilst showering and drying with a guy or 2 watching.

But even that wasn’t enough and I decided that while I was shaving my armpits and legs in the shower, sometimes with a guy watching, I would shave all around my pussy.

The first time that I did that and one of the guys saw me, my jilling session in my room extended to 4 orgasms. It was heaven.

Being bald down there under my really short skirts got me even more attention as I went about my business at the university.

My addiction was getting stronger, and I found myself sitting in class and at the cafe with my knees well apart.

*****

My parents had always warned me about boys and other than a bit of groping and sucking in any quiet place we could find, I was still a virgin when I went to university and I was happy that I was now free to discover the other parts of sex.

I’d gone to the university medical centre during my first week there, and gone back to my room with a little bulge in my arm and knowing that there was very little chance of me getting pregnant for quite some time.

This being the case, I was free to experiment with boys and, possibly because of the way I dressed and had lots of ‘accidental’ wardrobe malfunction, there was not shortage of guys wanting to date me.

*****

Like most students, I quickly became broke and looked for a job. I wanted one that could feed my addiction and when I saw a card on one of the notice boards stating that a strip club was looking for girls, I just knew that that was what I needed to do.

I went along early one Friday evening and got interviewed by the manager. I hadn’t really expected him to get me to strip naked for him, but that was a bonus for me, and I got another bigger bonus as he fucked me just before he told me that I could start straight away.

Because I’d never been a stripper before he told me that I’d be working the floor, taking drinks orders etc. for a few days, then he’d see about me doing some stripping. I told him that I didn’t have any clothes suitable for a barmaid he told me not to worry, I wondered and hoped that I’d be working naked and I told him so.

He, Justin, smiled and told me that he’d love that, but the law wouldn’t allow that and that I’d have to wear a G-string.

“As you saw Justin, I wasn’t wearing any underwear when I arrived, I could go out and buy one.”



“Not necessary Maria, there’s a box of paper ones in the changing room, I’ll take you there and show you where they are, and introduce you to any staff that are already here.”

Justin led the way, through the main part of the club to a room on the other side of the stage.

My nipples and pussy were already tingling after having to strip and get fucked by Justin, the tingling got even stronger as I walked naked through the main part of the club carrying my clothes. There was only a handful of customers there, but that was enough to increase the tingling.

The G-strings were all one size, and a very lose fit on me. When Justin saw me he said,

“Just pull it up, you’ll be fine.”

I pulled the sides up, the triangle moved up above my slit and my labia engulfed the string going from the triangle up between my butt cheeks. Justin smiled and said,

“Well technically you’re legal so no problem.”

Justin took me to the bar and introduced me to the barmen and asked them to keep an eye on me. I smiled and hoped that they literally would.

The barmen, Felix and Branston, partnered me with Candy, not her real name, and after seeing what the G-string wasn’t covering, she suggested that I use the name Pussy Galore.

Both Felix and Branston laughed and I saw their eyes go down to my exposed pussy, making it get even wetter and tingling more.

Candy has much bigger tits and they bounced quite a bit, even more so when she changed her walking style as we approached the customers.

She did that as we approached a table with 4 guys sitting at it and Candy stood between 2 of them as she asked what she could get them.

I was a little surprised at 2 things, firstly the conversation, Candy was obviously teasing them with innuendos and other things with double meaning; and secondly, one of the guys hand was moving around on the inside top of her thighs. Her paper G-string would be no defence against his fingers.

When Candy managed to get their drinks order out of them, she turned and we walked back to the bar.

“Are all the customers like that?” I asked.

“Unfortunately not, some are actually very polite. But I prefer the guys with the sexy banter and wandering fingers, they usually tip more as well as making me happy.”

“Doesn’t you G-string get all wet, do you have to go and change it quite often Candy?”



“That’s another reason why I like guys like that. The paper in the G-strings disintegrates quite quickly and the guys get much better access to me. Are you going to be able to cope with that Pussy Galore?”

“Looking forward to it.” I replied.

“I thought you might, I saw the way that you were dressed when you arrived here. Oh, did Justin bend you over his desk and fuck you when he interviewed you?”

“Yes he did Candy, does he do that with all the girls that he takes on?”

“He’s done it with all the girls that I’ve spoken to. Right Pussy, do you want to take these drinks over to those guys?”

“Okay.”

“Remember Pussy, be friendly to them and the tips will be bigger.”

I went and stood between a different 2 of the guys and said,

“Hi gents, I’m Pussy Galore and I’ve got your drinks, who wanted the whiskey?”

I watched all their eyes as they went up and down my body, the feelings in my brain, my nipples and my pussy were amazing.