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Naked Delhi Daredevilry Part 1

It started very serendipitously. On a warm summer night in Delhi. I had returned home from a long day at work. I took a cold shower to wash away the day's worries. Got out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around me and went into my bedroom to get dressed for bed. My standard sleeping garb in summers was a loose t-shirt (no bra) and shorts (no panties). As I rummaged through the closet, I realized that I was out of all clean shirts and shorts. Work had been keeping me busy for a while, and the maid had taken a long leave, so my laundry was piled up in the hamper.

For a moment, I contemplated sleeping in the nude. After all my roommate Anagha the air-hostess was working on the flight to New York that night, and wasn't home. I had the apartment all to myself. But, as I would look back with irony later, at that moment I decided I didn't feel comfortable being naked, even in an empty apartment. Surely Anagha wouldn't mind if I borrowed her shorts and t-shirt. We were about the same size, although her boobs were slightly smaller than mine. And with both of us in our mid-20s, we wore similar stuff too. I didn't feel it would be polite to rummage through her closet, so decided to check the clothesline in the balcony. Unlike me, Anagha had been washing her clothes regularly, so she might have something I could use out there.

So with the towel wrapped around my body, I stepped out into the balcony. And just my luck. It was completely empty. Anagha, ever the organized one, had probably put all her clothes away before leaving. I was about to turn around and go back inside when BANG.... a loud sound of a car misfiring down the street. It was past midnight and had been really quiet that night, so the sudden loud bang, which instantly sounds like a gunshot, gave me a start and almost made me jump out of my skin.

That jump made my towel knot come undone. And I watched, as if in slow motion, as the towel unraveled and started falling down. I was late in reacting to grab it, and before I knew it, it had gone below my reach. What's worse is, it fell towards my left, where below the balcony ledge is a grill with bars I now realize have too much space between them. As I bent to grab the towel, I saw it slip through the gap in the bars, and down below.

I instinctively stood up and leaned over the side of the balcony to see the towel float down and land on a ledge. That's when it struck me. I was standing in the balcony bare-ass naked. My ample 34C boobs and my pussy were on full display. I froze for a few seconds, then gradually surveyed the surroundings to see if I had given someone an eyeful. There was no one in any balconies in my building. As it is, more than half the apartments in our newly built building were still unoccupied. There were no people on the road as far as I could see. No cars either except for the one that had misfired and it was a fair distance down the street. And across the road was the unlit half-constructed building which had been abandoned after the builder had gone bankrupt. On either side of the abandoned building were just empty lots. Oh, and since this was a new neighborhood on the outskirts of Delhi, the streetlights had not been installed on all streets yet. The street outside my balcony happened to be one of the dark ones with no lights.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I realized no one had seen me naked. That's when I heard the pounding.... of my heart, which was racing. And my mind finally rebooted and said to me "Umm... excuse me...Teju..... time to go inside?" I ran inside, bolted the balcony door shut and collapsed on the couch in relief. My heart was still racing and my face was flushed. And the rush felt good. I was relieved that no one had been around to see me naked. And even if someone had been around, let's face it, the odds were against anyone having seen me. I was up in an unlit balcony on the 6th floor of a building. And as long as the incident had seemed to stretch out, the time between the towel unraveling and my running inside had been no more than ten seconds.

After my breath and heartbeat returned to normal speed, I went to my bedroom. Decided, well there was really nothing wrong with sleeping in the nude with a robe by the bedside. Got my satin robe out of the closet, kept it on the nightstand, closed the door of my bedroom, and went to sleep. Well, tried to sleep. For some reason, my mind kept replaying on a loop, the nakedness incident. And I fondly remembered the rush I had felt. Tried to put it out of my mind and resolutely go to sleep. But after about twenty minutes of tossing and turning I sat up.

"I know what I need. I just need to wear something, go out into the balcony and stand there for a few minutes under normal circumstances. That will take the aura off the whole incident." I thought to myself.

I got up and put the robe on. Tied its sash very tightly to make sure it didn't meet the fate of the towel, in case some other car misfired. Walked out into the balcony and stood there. See, I said to myself, everything is fine. Everything is normal. There is nothing special about being here. I paced around the balcony for a little bit. Looked around some more. Yup, the whole world outside my window was definitely sound asleep. Hmm, that's that then. I should go inside. I should go inside. Hello? Am i listening to myself? I should go inside.

But for some reason I lingered in the balcony. As my mind contemplated the unthinkable, my heart started racing again and my breath got heavy. That rush was coming back. Should I do it? A strongly weakening part of me was saying, don't be crazy. It's stupid. It's risky. And most importantly, it's a dangerous slippery slope. The heavily dominant part was saying - when was the last time you felt such a rush? It's no big deal. Don't be a wuss. There's no one around, so it isn't really a risk.

After a few seconds, my hand went towards the sash. Fumbling due to the nervousness, and maybe because of the extra-tight way in which I had tied it, it took longer than usual to untie it. Finally, it was undone. The sides of my robe gently fell away from the front. Half of each breast was on display, as was all of my trimmed pussy. A few second passed like that, as I scanned the surroundings once more. No one around. No cars. Now was the big step.

In one rapid motion I took the robe off and held it in my right hand by my side. I clutched on to it hard, making sure it didn't slip down the balcony like the towel did. Gingerly walked around the balcony. This time I noticed a lot more than I had during the last incident. I noticed how my nipples were hard as stones. I noticed my pussy was slowly but surely moistening. There was no breeze, but I could somehow feel the outside air all over my body. And I noticed how I got goosebumps. I turned around and bent over, displaying my ass to the sleeping world. It felt good!

And then I heard the sound of a car's engine in the distance. Instinctively, I ran inside and shut the balcony door. The heart was pounding faster than ever. Almost as if on auto-pilot I crashed on the couch and started fingering myself. I closed my eyes and replayed my naked moments in my head. Thought about the risk of being seen by someone. Thought about how it had felt to be out there naked. And within a minute, I was having a strong orgasm.... stronger than I usually did while masturbating. I lay there for a few minutes, spent, as my heartbeat came back to normal. And I didn't realize when I fell asleep on the couch.

I woke up with a start some time later. Couldn't remember what woke me up, but I thought it must have been some dream. I sat up on the couch in the darkness. The incidents on the balcony came back to me in a flash. Had they really happened? Or was all that a dream, I wondered. I noticed I was still naked. The robe was on the couch next to me. So I had really done it. What was wrong with me? I had a good job, a good life, and although I wasn't dating anyone currently, a fairly active and satisfying sex life. What's making me take these risks for an orgasm, I asked myself, when all I have to do is go out with one of the many good looking guys at work or at the gym who are clearly interested in me. I had never in the past wanted to flash myself or expose myself to anyone. I had never been an exhibitionist and never craved the audience. Why did I take the risk then?

That's when it hit me. The epiphany. It wasn't just about getting off. And it wasn't at all about exposing my naked body to an audience. I didn't want that. In fact I wanted to avoid that. It was about the risk of being seen and the rush arising from it, especially from not wanting to be seen. Just like bungee jumping or sky diving isn't about hitting the ground at tremendous speed, but precisely about getting the rush from the risk of hitting the ground.

And I had been a regular bungee jumper and a skydiver. And I would regularly go whitewater rafting, rock-climbing and mountain-biking on the weekends. This was like an adventure sport. That epiphany was so exhilarating that I started laughing like a crazy person. The self-doubt, the mild self-loathing, and the feeling of "what's wrong with me?" was gone. And I was filled with excitement and a sense of possibility.

I got up and peered at the clock. It was a little before 3 a.m. Perfect timing. I walked towards the balcony door again. Thought about taking the robe with me, but decided against it. It was time to step it up a notch. I had started breathing heavily already, I realized as I noticed my heaving boobs. Opened the balcony door, and stepped out. The familiar silence greeted me. This time I was a lot more relaxed. As I looked around at other unlit balconies in the distant wings of the building, I realized something. I could not see anything in them at all. Which meant that in turn, no one from the distant balconies could really see me. And I could see that the balconies close by were empty.
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