Susan's Little Problem
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What is wrong with me? Susan thought for the umpteenth time that month, ever since her eighteenth birthday. For three weeks now anytime she was out in public, and saw someone she found attractive - man or woman - she had an uncontrollable urge to flash them. It didn't matter what she showed: just something she wouldn't normally show in public.
When this first started happening to her she was riding home on the bus. Without warning she just had to spread her legs enough to show her panties to the good-looking guy she noticed checking her out. She could feel herself go beet red but try as much as she could she could not make herself close her legs again. To make matters worse the man's eyes never left looking at her nether regions. Finally she reached her bus stop and was able to stand up and leave. She lived on a quiet street so she didn't meet anyone else on her way back to her house.
Her mind went over the incident again and again but she could not figure out why she had done such a thing. She went to bed that night and had strangely erotic dreams about displaying her body. She woke from a particularly intense image to find her fingers buried deep inside her soaking pussy, and brought herself off to a tremendous orgasm.
The next morning Susan slept through her alarm and had to rush to get ready for work. She ran to the bus stop and reached it just in time for the bus to arrive. Despite it still being early in the morning the summer heat was already getting intense. She sat on down out of breath and started to fan herself with her own blouse to help cool off.
She heard a woman gasp. Only then did she realize she had just unbuttoned her top and was flapping the blouse open and closed displaying her full bra-clad breasts to everyone looking. She felt herself blushing and wanted to close up her top, but couldn't; she pulled the stop cord and walked with her blouse still open to the back doors and got off as soon as they opened. Thankfully she always wore comfortable runners until she got to work, so she ran the two bus stops back to her house, her breasts on full display when the wind from her running pushed her blouse off her shoulders. Finally she made it back to her house; letting herself in, she slammed the door closed behind her.
Once she was alone she was able to close her top again. She thought about calling her doctor, but she had no idea what she could tell her, so she decided to call in sick to work that day. She sat down and thought about what was happening to her. Am I going mad? Am I becoming a nymphomaniac? Why do I have expose myself like this? As she voiced all these questions to herself, she closed all the curtains in the house and didn't go outside the rest of the day. Instead she tried to calm herself, with little success. Every time she tried to relax her mind was filled with images of herself, as if watching a film, her legs open and her breasts exposed, and each time she got aroused. She brought herself off many times that day and finally went to bed exhausted, having taken the precaution of a sleeping pill.
The next morning Susan decided to call in sick again, since she didn't trust herself in public anymore. She made it until lunch time, but an urge began to grow in her At first it was subtle and she could fight it but slowly the need to go outside grew stronger and stronger. Finally she couldn't bear it any longer and found herself moving towards the front door.
Before she left the house, however, she heard a voice. Right from the beginning of this, there had been a murmuring in her head, which seemed to agree with what she had been doing, although no words could be made out. Now the words were clear and horrifying - they said her name and then an instruction: Susan! you need to take off your t-shirt before you go out ... it will be so much more comfortable and you know you want everyone to see you like that, don't you? Don't you, Susan? Oh yes I do, she thought, and obeyed the instruction. She stepped outside into the hot sun, grabbing a bottle of sun block before she closed the door.
There was a park behind her house, and Susan found herself walking towards the people she saw there. There were several women sun bathing in skimpy bikinis, the men around giving them covert looks. Susan was mortified to realize that she couldn't even pretend to be wearing a bikini top herself. Her bra was a black lacy thing, semi-transparent. She was sure anyone that looked could see her nipples through the material. And of course they were - men and women looking, either covertly or openly, as she lathered on sun block to protect her exposed skin. Each time she saw someone looking her hands twitched to undo the clasp holding her bra closed (that voice again!) and, although she she was able to fight the urge to actually open it at first, she knew that she would give in eventually - and so it proved.
She sat on a bench and opposite her on another Susan saw a woman looking at her: a beautiful, strikingly beautiful, woman. As their eyes met she acted; her hands went behind her, popped open her bra laid it in her lap. Although she desperately wanted to cover her breasts, she daren't disobey the commands in side her head. You can go further than that, Susan, much much further ... you can start by playing with your nipples as you look at me ...' Look at me? thought Susan, look at who?
And then she looked at the woman opposite again. Her eyes! what startling eyes she had! and then she saw the woman's lips moving. Although she was very close the words were inaudible - or were they? No - they were inside Susan's head ... not coming at her as normal speech from another person would. What was she saying now?
Play with your nipples, Susan ... make them stiff ... you know you like that! It makes you so horny, doesn't it, my love? my sweet Suky baby!
Suky baby? That was what her grandmother called her! But she was dead many years, and this woman was much younger. Perhaps it was just a coincidence?
I'm not a coincidence, darling, but just come to see you and to help you in your difficulties!
At first Susan tried to speak, but found her voice gone. Then she discovered that she could "talk" in her head and that this strange woman could hear her.
Are ... were... you my Granny Dawkins?
Oh yes, darling, that's me. I've followed you through your life, and now you are eighteen I asked if I could be with you. You never hear about me much did you, Suky baby?
Er, no ... Granny ... we were just told that you had moved right away and that we shouldn't write to you. Mom said that you had been wicked and that the whole family wanted nothing more to do with you ...
Quite correct the woman opposite smiled broadly, though no words came across the path. I was very wicked indeed, although I didn't think I was. Do you like the way I am helping you sweetie?
You mean it's you getting me to do these naughty things? You suggested I show off my panties, you told me take off my bra? How could you Granny - it's not me at all!
Ah but it was me, baby. You haven't done anything yet, I can assure you. Try this, though - there is man sitting on the grass over to your right under a tree. He's pretending not to look at you but his sunglasses hide the fact that he is. He has a terrific erection and just wants to jerk off. Get up and walk over to him, sit beside him and put your hand on his bulge... and don't worry - you will still hear me taking to you - and for God's sake smile - you look as though you are off to a funeral!
Once again Susan had no choice but to follow instructions. She stood up and unhurriedly went over to where the man was sitting, smiling as she went. He was fortyish, fair haired and, as she got up to him and he took off his sunglasses, she could see he had the bluest of blue eyes. He returned the smile, although a little warily she thought! and after all why not? a bare-breasted woman was approaching him, and he was probably the target for all the eyes around... A woman walking her dog almost fell over a child's toy lying in the grass; and a boy gave a long wolf-whistle and a loud "Lovely tits, missus!" from across the green.
She found she could ignore them however, and she sat down beside the man. "Hello! I'm Susan, and I couldn't help but notice you were admiring me ... what's your name?"
"Harold - Hal for short". The man's voice was a bit croaky - but again, who could blame him. He glanced nervously around at the audience, who mostly turned away - apart from the inquisitive boy. "I admire you, of course - who wouldn't? - but I can't say I have ever seen a woman topless in the park before!"
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