Jenna masterpost

[okayterrific]

Cheerleader Jenna

by Daring Burlinski

(Originally published Nov 24, 2007)

“Wow, Miss Burlinski, it was, like, really cool of you to help us out with our cheerleading routine!”

Suzie Meyers was the captain of the squad, and she greeted me with a broad smile as I entered the high school gymnasium.

“Let me just get changed,” I answered the teenager, “and I will be ready for you girls.”

They directed me to the ladies locker room. Once inside, I stripped off my casual clothes and pulled on the special cheerleader uniform they provided for me. It wasn’t the one I had worn back when I was a student, of course. At twenty-five years old, that was a while ago, and I had filled out with a curvy womanly form since then. It was a little silly to be wearing this outfit, but I guess the girls seemed excited about it. If it helped them increase their enthusiasm, then it would be worth it. That was the key… they needed to put a lot more energy and spirit into their cheers.

The red and white sweater was a little too tight, and only came down so far. My belly button was completely exposed. The red pleated skirt reached to just the middle of my tanned thighs. At first I was nervous, but then I giggled. This getup did make me feel a little naughty!

“Hey, you look like one of us now!” one of the cheerleaders called out as I returned to the gym.

I blushed at the remark, thinking I might be able to pass as a peer of these young ladies. They were also checking out my body, and I imagined them wondering about what was underneath. Females can be so critical of each other, you know, but I only saw gleams of approval in their eager eyes.

“OK, then,” I cleared my throat and tried to establish my authority. “I suggest we get started with your basic formation.”

As Suzie passed by on her way to the center of the court, she playfully slapped my skirt-covered ass! “Thanks again for doing this, Miss Burliski…”

“Oh, um, it’s my pleasure!” I stammered. “I have fond memories of this school, and happy to do anything to help out, and beat our rival!”

“Anything?” a brunette girl in the back of the line asked mischievously.

She kind of reminded me of a younger version of myself. “Yeah, I guess. I really want to help the team win.”

“Yes, but you said ANYTHING,” the slim teenager persisted.

“Well, I…” my face turned red as I squirmed a little, standing in front of these cheerleaders.

“So would you, I don’t know, maybe streak the football game?”

“What!” I exclaimed, and uncomfortably plucked at my skimpy uniform.

Another girl chimed in, “Yeah, like a distraction, and then we can score the winning touchdown!”

Now all the girls started laughing out loud, and I had to chuckle myself. It was a silly idea, and they were just playing around. Still, the thought did get me kind of excited. I turned around to try to compose myself. Much to my embarrassment, I could tell my nipples were starting to poke out and make indentations in the sweater.

“All right, that’s enough fooling around,” Suzie said, taking charge as the captain. “Let’s see what Miss Burlinski can show us!”

Oh the words these girls used, and their double meanings! I know she meant what I could teach them, or different routines and combinations that I could show them. But I found being the center of attention among a dozen high-school girls had a certain affect on me. Thankfully the girls were soon lining up and going through their standard cheers, so I could see what needed improvement.

As the late morning continued, I was feeling more relaxed and getting into the whole thing. When the girls asked me to demonstrate some of my suggested moves, I found myself bouncing around the gym and doing all sorts of daring maneuvers. They really appreciated my efforts, and I could see some of the more advanced cheerleaders catching on quick. I was having a great time, and I could tell they were going to be red hot thanks to my help!

At noon, we decided to call it a day, since it was the weekend and I had other things to take care of. But when I headed off to the locker room, the squad decided they were going to stay out in the gym a little longer to practice the new cheers I had taught them. So I entered the changing room, wondering if I should use this opportunity for a quick shower.

I was just about to start getting undressed, when suddenly three girls approached me. They were about seventeen or eighteen-years-old, but they were not members of the cheerleading squad. In fact, I didn’t think they went to this school.

“So you’re the ringer they’ve been talking about?” one with ginger-colored hair snapped her gum at me.

“Ringer? What are you talking about?” I asked, confused. “I’m not going to be part of the team… I’m just showing them some stuff.”
A blonde girl stepped behind me and flipped the back of my sort cheerleading skirt. “I’ll bet you are!”

“I mean, honestly! A woman of your age running around in an outfit like that,” The other teenager with long black hair teased me. “What are you trying to prove?”

I blushed under their scrutiny, and I did feel a little foolish. “I’m… I’m not trying to prove anything.”

Suddenly, two of the girls grabbed me by my arms, each one gripping me above the elbow. The black-haired teen pushed me in the back to get my feet moving. I didn’t think to call out for help or anything. Truthfully, I was too startled to put up much of a struggle.

There was an exit in the back of the locker room that opened up outside the school. It was through this door that these young ladies took me. I looked between the two girls on either side of me, but they only smiled smugly. They squeezed my arm, making sure my footsteps moved in time with theirs. In no time at all, we were outside the school building, hurrying across the parking lot in front of the athletic fields.

“Get her into the van,” the blonde girl said indicating the large vehicle sitting before us.

I felt like the school mascot being kidnapped! What kind of cheerleading rivalry prank was this? I mean, so what if I was helping the students of my former high school. But apparently these girls took great exception to me being involved at all. They kept teasing me, and pinched my butt a few times as they slid open the side panel door and shoved me inside. The girl with ginger-colored hair shut the door behind the other two, and then went around to hop in the driver's seat.

It was pretty bare, the interior of the van. A couple of padded benches lined both sides, while I was left to sit on the shaggy carpeted floor. I looked around unsure of what would happen next, and crossed my legs.

“Introductions,” the black-haired teen said as we started rolling out of the parking lot. “My name is Melissa. That is Christiana is behind the wheel, and this is Barbie...”

I looked over at the bubble-gum chewing blonde and almost laughed. Thinking this all might be a big misunderstanding, I smiled and said, “My name is Jenna...”

“Yes, we know who you are,” Barbie snapped at me. “We heard you can be quite Daring. Didn't you graduate, like, ten years ago?”

Melissa frowned at her friend and corrected, “She doesn't look 28 to me. In fact, in that outfit, I would have thought she only graduated high school last year!”

“Um, thank you,” I mumbled, blushing and not sure of what to say.

“The point is,” Melissa continued, “You've returned to help your school's pathetic cheerleaders, and we think that's unfair. So now, you're going to help our team get motivated!”

As the girls laughed, I said in disbelief, “But I don't want to help our rival cheerleaders!”

“Well you won't have much choice,” Barbie informed me. “Your ours now!”

“Get your clothes off,” Melissa instructed me.

“What?” I couldn't believe my ears. These high school girls had gotten me into their van, and now they expected me to strip? “What for...”

Barbie knelt down on the floor and started to run her fingers up my leg. “It's, like, all part of the plan, Jenna. Now we could tie you up and gag you, and cut off your little cheerleader uniform...”

“All right, I get it. You want to humiliate me,” I tried to sound brave even as I nervously undid the buttons on my cheerleader top.

The girls just grinned at me. I was a little amazed at how easily I complied with the demand. I suppose I had been anxious to get out of these clothes anyway. And the things the girls had been discussing with me earlier in the day did have me feeling loose and daring. I supposed taking a ride in the back of a van in just my underwear would not be so bad.

But as soon as I had the sweater completely off and discarded, Melissa said, “Remove your bra, too.”

“Why!” I asked, blushing at the thought.

Barbie only laughed, “Yeah, like, show us your tits!”

Greatly embarrassed, still, I didn't feel like I could put up a fight. I was trapped. Sitting straight up with my back against the upholstered front seat, I shyly reached around to unclasp the hook on my flimsy bra. When the straps fell off my shoulders, I simply tossed the delicate undergarment at the two girls, and then placed my hands in my lap. I was bare-chested and my nipples were sticking straight out!

“Christiana, do you have the air-conditioning on high back here?” Melissa called out to her friend. “Someone looks pretty chilly!”

“Well, she's going to get even more chilly,” Barbie laughed. “Skirt next, Jenna!”

I had just started to lift up my hands to cover my breasts and hide my erect nipples, but now I found that would need my fingers to undo the button and zipper on the remainder of my outfit. For a moment I pleaded with my captors, only to have them smile wickedly at me. I lowered my eyes and concentrated on popping open the button. As soon as I pulled down the small zipper, Barbie reached out and whipped the fabric right off my body! I was left sitting there in my little red panties. First I tried to cover my crotch, then I just raised my arms and crossed them over my boobs.

“Nice undies!” Melissa pointed and laughed.

“OK, so you've had your fun,” I replied. “Now I think you had better take me back to the school...”

“Oh, we will,” Barbie said as she slid herself up against the passenger side front seat, right next to me.

The blonde teenager casually placed her hand on my bare stomach, and started to trace circles around my navel. I was breathless. It tickled at first, but also felt really good! She let her fingers wander, until they came into contact with my panties. Playfully, she tugged the elastic away from my skin and snapped it back against my body. And then she actually slid her hand inside the front of the red silky material!

“Hmmm,” the girl commented. “I think it's time to see Jenna's bush!”

“Oh my,” I gasped as Barbie removed her hand, but not before she had teased her fingers through my pubic hair.

Melissa watched as I shivered and blushed, then said, “You heard her, Jenna... take them off!”

“But... But,” I stammered, “then you'll see me naked!”

“That's the idea,” the black-haired temptress answered. “So unless you want Barb here to remove them with her teeth...”

“All right, all right, I'll do it!” I whined, and straightened myself to a kneeling position.

The truth was, I was getting pretty aroused, and I didn't want these girls to find out just how much this was turning me on. I shifted my body so that my back was to the girls, and I was facing the driver's headrest. I noticed Christiana glanced in the rearview mirror and winked at me. Slowly, I hooked my thumbs in the sides of my panties and peeled them down my hips and thighs. By the time they reached my knees on the carpeted floor, the girls whistled at the sight of my round and curvy, fully naked behind on display. My cheeks turning bright red, I actually stood up o I could let the fabric fall gently to my feet. One by one, I lifted my legs and stepped out of my underwear. I was left wearing nothing but a pair of sneakers and socks.

They told me to face forward again, and I reluctantly did so with my hands clutching my body. I mean I had one arm hugging tight against my boobs, and with the other, placed a palm over my bush. The rival cheerleaders had me nude and vulnerable, and I wasn't sure what might happen next.

Melissa gathered up my clothes, the uniform and bra and panties, and started moving toward the back of the van. I figured she was going to put them somewhere for safekeeping. Instead, with the bundle cradled in one arm, she popped open the lock on the back doors, and swung one of them open!

“Hey!” I called out, even crawling forward a few steps on my hands and knees.

But I was helpless to watch as Melissa tossed all my clothes out of the van! They tumbled to the street and scattered, and as I reached the edge of the cargo space, I saw for the first time that we were driving down a residential street. We weren't going very fast, so with the one door still hanging open, it was easy enough for the girls to stand steadily on their feet. The two cheerleaders took me by the wrists, and slowly brought me to a standing position as well.

“Oncoming traffic!” Christiana called from the driver's seat.

With that cue, Melissa and Barbie spun me around, so that my butt was practically hanging out of the van, They held onto me tight, and of course I didn't want to fall out, so I stood as still as I could. Then on the other side of the road, coming in the opposite direction, a car rolled past us on the left. As the driver of that car checked his mirror, my bare ass was on display, mooning him the whole time! There was a honk of appreciation, and the two younger girls laughed.

“All right, ladies, we're almost home...” our driver, Christiana, announced.

“Home?” I squealed as Barbie pinched my nipples and pulled me further inside the van.

Melissa closed the rear door again, and then explained, “Well, it will be your new home so to speak. We certainly think you will give us a home field advantage!”

I really had no idea what they were talking about. Pouting in frustration, I sat my bottom on one of the side seats, and rubbed my poor titties. Concentrating on my surroundings, I could feel the van make a turn and then start slowing down. I realized now that with my clothes gone, I pretty much had to do whatever they said. But I wondered just how far they would go with this little game.

When the van came to a complete stop, the ignition was turned off, and I heard Christi open her door and hop out. A few moments passed, my heart beating faster. My legs were crossed, and in a nervous habit, I was bobbing one foot up and down furiously. I was so anxious and excited at the same time! And then the panel door slid all the way open, and the girls began to disembark from the passenger side.

“Come on, Jenna, what are you waiting for?” dark-haired Melissa teased.

I shyly stuck my head outside, and saw that we were in a parking lot. “Please don't make me get out... I'm totally naked!”

“Well that's your fault,” Barbie said in an accusing tone of voice. “It serves you right, a grown woman dressing up in a high school cheerleader's outfit! You were showing off your tits and ass in that uniform, so now you're going to show it all, without it!”

Holding my bare breasts with one arm, I hesitantly gave the blonde teenager my other hand so she could help me out onto the pavement, I was glad at least for my sneakers as I stepped onto the blacktop. But my pussy was exposed completely and I know all their eyes were fixed on my trim black bush. I tried to get my bearings as the door was shut behind me and locked. Here I was naked, in a strange parking lot with three students from our rival high school! Finally when Barbie let go of my hand, I was able to regain some modestly by placing my palm over my crotch. And then I turned around to see a large building...

“Oh my gosh!” I cried. “This is your high school! I shouldn't be here... not like this!”

I was so embarrassed! I never thought I would be on our rival school's property in my birthday suit. I blushed all over, thinking about those kids seeing me exposed like this. But of course, it was a weekend, so it seemed no one else was around. The girls started walking toward the building. I looked over my bare shoulder, back toward the locked van. I even thought about running away. But then I figured, maybe if I played along with them, they would take me safely back to my school where I could get dressed again.

Calling out for my captors to wait up, I started jogging behind them. Although my firm breasts were held snugly in my one arm, I know my butt jiggled with my motions. Three teenage cheerleaders turned around to laugh at me.

“Follow us, then, cutie!” Melissa waggled her finger as she headed up the steps toward the front doors.

For the first time, I noticed that Christiana had a bulky black tote bag slung over her shoulder. Nervously I asked, “You mean we’re going in there?”

“Yeah, the school is open for the janitors to clean on the weekend,” blonde Barbie stated the obvious. “If you’re lucky, they are the only ones here, and maybe they won’t see you.”

“Maybe…” Christiana chuckled and made her way into the lobby.

So with hands clasped over my pussy, I entered the high school of these devious girls. I was constantly looking all around, my brunette ponytail swishing as I swung my head left and right. The place truly did seem deserted. I hoped that the custodians were busy on the higher levels. But then again, I had no idea where I was being taken!

We turned around a corner and began walking down the hall. The rubber bottom of my sneakers squeaked as I shuffled along the polished tile floors. This only served to heighten my awareness of my nudity, since my sneakers were the only items I was wearing! At the seem time, the idea of being in this totally unfamiliar setting, the high school of our cross-town rivals no less, had me very excited. Unfortunately, this meant my nipples were rock hard and practically sticking straight up.

Before long, I realized I was being led further away from the corridors that had classrooms, and entering an entirely different wing of the building. But the further we moved away from the entrance and where the girls had parked their van, the more anxious I was growing. Finally, we stopped before the huge double doors of what appeared to be their gym.

Melissa ushered me inside, and I kind of snuck in a bit hesitantly at first. I mean, I wasn’t sure if I should expect the bleachers to be packed with students, and me on display! Amazingly, that thought had me both blushing and squeezing my breasts at the same time. The gym, however, was empty. I wandered around, almost in a daze, taking in the strange sight of their sports teams’ championship flags. I was in enemy territory now, and I even lowered my arms submissively as I turned around, lost amid this unreal situation.

“Listen up,” the dark-haired girl said approaching me. “There’s a couple of things we would like you to do for us, and you had best behave if you expect a ride back to your school!”

I then saw that Christiana was unpacking her bag, pulling out what appeared to be a collapsible stand… like a tripod! She then took out a video camera, and I watched as she checked the components and mounted it on the stand.

Swallowing a lump of fear, I asked Melissa, “What… what is it you expect me to do?”

“Well this is all part of a larger plan,” the teenager chuckled. “But for starters, Jenna, you can jog a lap around the gym.”

The red light on the camera went on, and I knew they were all waiting to see what I would do. I guess a quick run around the gym didn’t seem too bad. But the fact that they were capturing it on tape was horribly embarrassing.

“Isn’t there some other way?” I started to protest…

SMACK!

Melissa palm came down on my naked ass, causing to jump a little and squeal. So finally I began bouncing forward on the toes of my sneakers, gathering up moderate speed. I pumped my arms of course as I ran along one side of the gym, which left my bare breasts heaving up and down. My ponytail streamed out behind me, rising and falling against the back of my neck. As I started to work up a sweat, I felt a bead of perspiration trickle down my stomach, but also another kind of wetness between my legs.

I made the full course, and returned to these rival cheerleaders a bit winded, but not out of breath. Hearing the persistent whirl of the video camera, I self-consciously slung an arm across my boobs and covered my crotch.

“What next?” Barbie asked eagerly, clapping her hands. “Oh, I know … nude jumping jacks!”

My eyes went wide in shock, although maybe part of me had once fantasized about doing calisthenics back in school, totally naked.

“Come on, Jenna,” Melissa urged, “Do you think you can give us twenty? Let’s see how good of shape you are really in.”

Christiana made a comment that she liked the shape of my body. Blushing, all I could do was close my eyes and mentally prepare myself, as I lowered my arms to my sides. Poised on the tips of my sneakers, I made a small leap in the air and spread my legs apart. At the same time, I lifted my arms and touched my hands when they were above my head. I bounced back to the hardwood floor of the high school gymnasium, then repeated the motions.

Completely exposed, my tits jiggled uncontrollably, in a symmetrical up and down circular pattern. As I continued to open and close my legs with each jump, I was afraid that my labia were hanging down, and even my clitoris might be poking out. This was so humiliating! The girls remained silent; the only sounds seemed to be the running video recorder and the squeak of my shoes rubbing off the floor.

When I hit twenty (yes, I was counting in my head to keep my mind off of my nudity) I stopped and let my arms dangle at my sides. Strands of my brown hair had come loose, and I know my body was flushed. Christina bent down behind the camera and took something else out of her black tote bag. It looked like it was some kind of long, plastic object with a base that had suction cups to stick to the floor. This, she fixed to the ground and then Melissa pointed at me.

“Now we would like you to squat down over there and ride that thing… you’re going to have a huge orgasm!”

Well, out of curiosity, I took a couple of steps and crouched down, even running my hand along the length of the clear rubber shaft. It was pretty tempting, but I really didn’t want to pleasure myself in front of these girls. Especially on a sex toy, in the gym of our rival high school!

Still, I knew I didn’t have much choice here, but I pleaded, “Please… isn’t there something else I could do?”

The girls huddled together for a moment, and then Melissa asked if I would rather let Barbie give me a spanking. My body tingled at the thought, and I said, yes I would. But after these cheerleaders made me stand up again, Christina hopped back behind the camera, and I was told to really ask the blonde teenager to give me a spanking.

“Please…” I started, and I could picture the camera zooming in on my full pouting lips. “I really want you to spank me, Barbie!”

The blonde teenager let the request linger for a minute, so I asked again, making it sound like I was desperate for her to paddle my bare bottom. Then she told me to turn around, and get down on my hands and knees.

I immediately did as I was instructed, my butt sticking up in the air and my pussy lips visible from behind. Barbie calmly walked over to my side and knelt down, staying just out of camera shot, I imagined. She did pause to place her hand on my lower back, which felt nice. And then she glided a finger up the crack of my ass…

“Ooooh,” I let out a moan.

SMACK!

Just like that, the teen’s hand fell across my bare cheek. A few more quick swats and now my butt was really jiggling. I also felt that warm, naughty feeling growing between my legs even as she continued to spank me in front of the camera. The sensation of her palm striking my naked skin was electric, and if she kept this up, I knew I was going to cum!

“Mmmmph!” I tried not to scream as my body quivered and finally shook with an orgasm.

“Oh my, you bad, bad girl!” Barbie teased, emphasizing each word with one more slap of her hand. “First you try to help those nasty cheerleader friends of yours, and now you have an orgasm in our high school gym!”

“Looks like we got what we wanted after all,” Melissa noted.

“That’s a wrap!” Christiana added, saying how she closed on a tight shot of my reddened behind and puckered anus.

The rival cheerleaders then gave me a moment to slump to the floor and let me recover, the hard polished wood cool against my overheated skin. After a few minutes, they actually gave me a hand, to lift me to my feet. When I started to regain my senses, I also tried to preserve some modesty and clasped my hands over my wet pussy.

“Now here is the plan,” Melissa started while the ginger-haired teen packed up her gear. “We are now in possession of a very entertaining tape. One, which I don’t think you would want many people to see.”

I gasped, raising a hand to my mouth, realizing I had just been set up. “But, why?”

“Well, Jenna, we needed something pretty powerful to make you do what we are going to ask you.” The dark-haired teenager explained. “This is about school rivalry and creating a psychological advantage over own cross-town opponents. Next weekend we have a football scrimmage game against your team. It’s not official, but we really want to beat your school.”

“So how do I fit into all of this?” I was truly puzzled. “Do you want me to stop working with our cheerleaders? OK, I promise, just don’t release that tape…”

Barbie snuck up behind me and slowly rubbed my glowing ass. “Oh no, Jenna, we want you to cheer. But we want you to cheer for our side!”

“Never!” I cried, clenching my fists at my sides.

Melissa stepped forward, and flicked my now exposed nipples. “Oh, but you will. And there’s one more catch… for every touchdown that our team scores… you will remove a piece of your uniform!”

“What? You want me to strip in front of everyone?” I asked in disbelief.

“We don’t know how many points our guys will score.” Christiana said, patting her tote bag. “But if you don’t cooperate, then the whole team will see this video!”

“So are you motivated?” Melissa traced her finger between my breasts, down my stomach and made a circle around my belly button.

Defeated, trapped, I could only nod yes, and then hang my head in shame.

Barbie grabbed two handfuls of my butt cheeks and squeezed, adding, “Then I know our boys will be motivated, too!”

At that point, I was still stunned, still dazed by all that had happened. I followed the girls out of the gym, as we made our way back through the school. Part of me remained on alert, for any stray janitors who might be sweeping the hallways. But I was also preoccupied with this new situation I found myself in. How would I explain this to the cheerleaders from my school?

I had time to think about this as we left the building, and I cautiously stepped into the parking lot while holding my hands over my pubic mound. We piled into the van again, and headed down the road, toward my former high school. At least it seemed these girls were going to hold their end of the bargain and return me to the safety of my clothes. I had no doubt they would follow through with their threat, if I failed to cooperate. All this made me chew my fingernails nervously, one leg crossed over the other, as we continued through the streets of town.

They dumped me unceremoniously out in the school’s rear parking lot, practically kicking me out of the vehicle. The teenagers drove off out of sight, leaving me to hurry to the back door to the locker rooms. Fortunately, the doors weren’t locked. I figured it had been a couple of hours since I had been abducted.

I jogged naked between the benches, quickly finding the spot where I had left my clothes. My good fortune continued, as the pile appeared undisturbed. Just as I was about to pull on my panties, the front door burst open and the cheerleaders from my school filed into the room.

“Jenna!” the captain, Suzie, called out. “I thought you had left to go home!”

Startled, I kind of just stood there, while some of the girls laughed at seeing me totally nude. “Um… well… I decided to stay behind, and watch you continue practicing in secret. You know, to see how you would do without me around?”

“Oh, but why are you naked?” the slim brunette girl asked.

I half-heartedly dropped my panties to the floor and answered, “I guess I thought I would take a shower before going home…”

“Well you look like you just had some wild sex,” Suzie remarked.

Blushing, I tried to think of an explanation, while the girls were staring at my erect nipples and juicy pussy lips puffed out. “Um… well, you know that routine you girls have been working on is really hot. You did it so good, I guess I got a little excited!”

The cheerleading captain only arched her eyebrow, but as the other girls giggled among themselves, I could tell they were pleased to hear of my reaction. I guess they figured if their moves were that stimulating, they must be on the right track. Finally they let me continue stripping so I could take that shower I had mentioned. The soap and water did feel really good, but it was also embarrassing taking a shower in a room full of teenage girls. My nipples were hard the whole time, but I dare not touch myself and bring myself to another orgasm!

“That was sweet of you,” Suzie said when the others finally left. “I mean building up their confidence like that. You have been such a great help to us, and to the school. Will we see you at next week’s scrimmage game?”

Dressed now in only a towel, my ears turned bright red. I felt so guilty! Maybe I should have told the girl what had happened, and that their rivals from the other school were forcing me to cheer on their side… and strip for their team. But I couldn’t find the words. So with tears nearly brimming in my eyes, I simply nodded and managed a weak smile. Then Suzie gave me a quick kiss on the cheek to show her appreciation, before dashing out the door of the locker room.


* * * * * * * *

Next weekend arrived, and I was feeling pretty bad about what I was going to do. But I just couldn’t let those other girls show that videotape around. I think I would die of embarrassment if people saw what I had done. Not only running around a high school gym stark naked, but also doing naked jumping jacks, and being spanked on my naked ass until I had an orgasm! What if the tape was shown to people I knew, people I worked with? I just couldn’t let that happen, so I found myself driving up to the school of our rival cheerleaders.

They had left one of their uniforms for me to change into. Instead of the red and white of my school, these were black, and trimmed with gold and had the lettering done in emerald green. I took a deep breath, alone in the locker room, and then got undressed. I found that the pleated skirt fit nicely around my hips, but came down to just below my crotch. And the top was a little tight, plus leaving my tummy exposed. This was going to be so humiliating…

I tied my hair in a ponytail and checked myself out in the mirror one more time. With my white sneakers and ankle-high socks, I suppose I did look pretty sassy. Still, I would not be wearing this uniform for long, if my school’s team didn’t play good defense! I grabbed the pom-poms that were left for me, and headed out onto the field.

By the time I reached the side where our opponents were, Melissa and Barbie and Christiana were already waiting for me dressed in similar cheerleader outfits. But there were also another dozen girls eyeing me suspiciously, as well as the high school senior boys who made up the football team. I didn’t know if I should feel awkward about being in my mid-twenties among all these teenagers, but the guys sure had some interesting comments to make about body.

When I looked out across the field, I saw the team representing my school, and the cheerleaders I had helped train as well. Also, there seemed to be more people who looked like high school students gathering along the sidelines. Before I realized it, there must have been a hundred people showing up today!

I turned around, and almost walked right into Suzie Meyers, come to greet me.

“There you are, Jenna! What the hell do you think you are doing?”

Melissa stepped to my side before I could explain, “I’m sorry, honey, but it seems your little prize helper has had a change of heart. It seems she’s willing to cheer for whichever side offers the most incentive…”

“Incentive?” Suzie was shocked, still regarding me in their rival’s school colors with disgust. “Are they paying you to join their side? You greedy bitch!”

“No, Suzie, it’s not like that…” I started, but the blonde cheerleader had already turned her back on me and was marching across the field.

Now I wished I had talked to her about the predicament I was inclined to explain things, and started to go after her, but Melissa put her hand on my shoulder and said, “Don’t worry about her. Just do your job like we discussed, and everything will be fine.”

I continued to watch the young girl stalk back to her fellow cheerleaders. They would all hate me, to think I had switched sides on them. Then I thought, maybe after the game I could tell them what really happened. If only there was some way to help our school win! But for now, I turned to look at dark-haired Melissa, and simply nodded.

The players managed to get themselves onto the field and in position to start the game. This was it… an unofficial contest between our rival high schools, played on a mid-summer’s Saturday afternoon. The school I was being forced to cheer for, won the coin-flip, and their team started with possession of the ball. After they made their first play, the girls broke into one of their spirited routines, and I clumsily followed along.

OUR DEFFENSE IS DAZZLING, OUR OFFENSE HOT STUFF
WE’RE THE MIGHTY SHAMROCKS, AND WE’RE TOUGH, TOUGH, TOUGH!

WE WILL, WE WILL, ROCK YOU DOWN, SHAKE YOU UP
LIKE A VOLCANO ABOUT TO ERUPT
MIGHTY SHAMROCKS HERE TO STAY
ROCK YOU ALL NIGHT, ROCK YOU ALL DAY!

WHOAH, SHAMROCKS!

When the cheers were over, I found myself getting caught up in the excitement of the game. I mean, it was wrong for me to be rooting for this team, especially knowing the consequences if they should score a touchdown. Melissa actually came over and said I did a pretty good job.

“And don’t forget to smile, Jenna!” blonde-haired Barbie added.

Well, I didn’t want to get these girls upset, so I tried to put on my best game face. But I guess I underestimated just how motivated the players for this school were, as they blazed down the field. Suddenly, on the next forward play, they took the ball and ran with it… passing yard after yard, and scoring the game’s first touchdown!

Amid the wild cheering on this side of the grass, I stood shocked. It had happened so fast. All I could do was cover my mouth with my pom-poms. But the rival cheerleaders started to break into a victory celebration, and I knew I had to make a decision quick. Looking around, while no one was particularly paying any attention to me, I reached under my skirt and started to pull down my panties. I figured, this way, I might still make it through the game with my outer clothes in place.

“Bold move,” Christiana said to me as I discreetly discarded the material on the ground. “But you’re going to have to be careful on our next cheer…”

Well, the next cheer had me jumping and lifting my knee, then kicking my leg out while shaking the pom-poms in an open and shut fashion in front of my chest. I realized, I must be flashing my pussy to the other side of the field! And then the players from my school won control of the ball, and I guess my routine somehow inspired them as they started to gain some ground.

I watched as the girls from my school did their cheer, one of the routines I had taught them! They did a good job with it, and I actually felt proud for them. Also, it seemed to have the appropriate affect of encouraging the team, and they soon scored a touchdown of their own. The first quarter ended with the game tied.

There was a huddle on the field, and some more cheers from my rival’s school, with me conscious of my lack of any underwear. At the end of one routine, Barbie suddenly lifted my skirt, showing the football team my bush! The boys gave out an aggressive growl, and charged down the side of the field, unstoppable. It was another touchdown for them.

Melissa came over to me, taking a drink from her water bottle. “So what will be next, Jenna? How about you shed your skirt, and show everybody your bare ass…”

“No, not yet!” I cried, trying to sound defiant, but now I was getting really embarrassed.

Turning my back to the field, I gripped the bottom of my top where it came down just beneath my boobs, and lifted the fabric up my chest and over my head. I tossed the uniform shirt to the grass at my feet. Now I hoped I could finish the came in my white halter-top.

The cheerleaders then started another set of moves, and this had me jiggling around a bit. However, the warm sun did feel good on my bare shoulders. I was trying not to think of my less-than-decent outfit, when Barbie walked in front of me.

“I think we should make this next cheer more interesting…” And with that, the mischievous blonde sprayed water all over my white sports-bra!

“Oh!” I gasped, and watched the material turn semitransparent.

Of course, all the excitement of the game and the little stripping I had done so far, made me kind of aroused. My nipples were erect and sticking out quite prominently. The sight of my wet titties must have further excited their football team, as in a matter of a few plays, they were in the end zone scoring yet another touch down! The crowd of teenagers went wild, and even I had to lick my lips in anticipation, wondering what I would do next.

Well, the choice was pretty clear: either I go topless, or bottomless! I couldn’t believe it had already come to this, and we were just minutes away from half time. Finally, I decided that I did not want to spend the rest of the game with my bush and butt on display. So I took a moment to collect myself, and then slowly peeled the halter top off my body. My firm and perky breasts bounced deliciously, free of the wet clingy material. Quickly, I grabbed the pom-poms and held them in front of my chest.

I tried to do the next routine with these rival cheerleaders without moving my arms out of the way. But the girls who were blackmailing me with that tape, frowned at my inhibited motions. They said I wasn’t doing it right. So for the grand finale, just before the end of the first half, I was told do the cheer out in front, while the rest of the squad formed a kick line behind me. The cheer ended with me striking a pose, fists on my hips. I listened to the crowd of students whistling and yelling all sorts of remarks, as I stood blushing in just my skirt, sneakers, and socks!

As the players regrouped on their respective sides of the football field, the cheerleaders formed a loose circle around me. Some of the girls teased me about my naked breasts. Some of them laughed about my rock hard nipples. Suddenly into our midst, Suzie pushed her way through, and I could see she was enraged.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to prove!” she said storming up to me. “Was this your plan all along?”

I tried to calm her down, but could barely get in a word, “No, please…”

“Well let me tell you, Jenna, it isn’t going to work. Our team is going to beat you and your new friends! And we’ll do it with skill, not because of some nudie strip tease!”

And then she reached out, and squeezed my breasts really hard!

“Ahhh!” I groaned.

“All right, get back to your own camp!” Melissa came to my rescue, giving Suzie a little shove. “Jenna is our property now, so hands off!”

The blonde captain of my former high school’s cheerleading team shot me one last murderous glance. And then she turned on her heel and headed back across the field. The game was about to resume in a few moments. Barbie tried to soothe me by rubbing her hands up and down my bare back, and Melissa even teased her fingers around my areolas.

“Aw, don’t worry,” the dark-haired teenager said. “You’re doing a great job. And the way your team is playing, I doubt we have to score any more points! But I don’t think our boys are thinking about that… one more touch down, and you have to get naked!”

My face must have turned bright red, thinking about all these people who might see me. I shyly crossed my arms over my swelling breasts, while rubbing the toe of my sneaker behind one leg. But soon someone was blowing a whistle, and the third quarter had begun.

Again, when it came time to run through our cheerleading routines, I tried to preserve some modesty my keeping my pom-poms over my tits. There was just no way, however, I could avoid all the jumping and stretching. And, well, I guess I was getting into the spirit, and it did feel nice to have my boobs flopping up and down and all around as I repeated the motions.

Then something interesting happened. It seemed the players from my team, were just as motivated to see me topless on the sidelines, and I suppose they were a little envious too of the show their opponents were getting. This caused them to come out much more aggressive in the second half. They scored a touch down first, and moved within seven points of a tie. Secretly, I clapped my hands, but I could see Melissa’s lip curl in a sneer.

Well, my old high school didn’t stop there! I watched as the other girls I had helped practice now urged them on… and in the closing moments of the third quarter, they had scored another touch down. We were all even!

Now Melissa and the cheerleaders who had taken me, tried to counter with some new tactics. They had me run up and down the sideline, completely topless and arms at my sides. Everyone on that part of the field was checking me out, and my nipples pointed toward the bright sunny sky.

But as the last quarter opened, my school’s team continued to press their advantage. Maybe the player’s on their rival’s team were too busy thinking about my nearly naked body, to concentrate on the game. There was a fumble… one of our players took the ball, and made a desperate run for the end zone! Another touch down! My school’s team had now taken the lead!

Beaming with pride, I walked up to Melissa sitting on the bench, my tits practically in her face. “I think I’ll be keeping this skirt on, after all!”

“We’ll see, Jenna. The game’s not over yet,” she replied.

Unfortunately, I had spoken too soon. With only a handful of minutes remaining, the opposing team that I had been forced to cheer for, found a last reserve of adrenaline. Maybe they had a pep talk of their own, and the boys realized that my modesty was on the line. Whatever it was, they suddenly blazed past my school’s stunned defense, and scored a touch down to tie the game.

I was pretty stunned myself. I think the whole crowd of students was stunned. It seemed everything went incredibly quiet, as all eyes turned to my quivering form. My hands cupped over my breasts, I turned to look at Melissa.

“Please don’t make me take off the skirt… you know I’m not wearing anything beneath it!”

The teen cheerleader now stood up and smiled. “A deal’s a deal, Jenna. For every touch down our team scores, you must remove a piece of your uniform. Unless you want me to have copies made of that tape, for every person at this game…”

“No, no!” I cried putting out my hand. “You promised to destroy that video, if I went along with your instructions. All right, I’ll continue stripping. But you sure are tough!”

I closed my eyes and brought my hands to my hips. Basically, I just needed to pop the button and I could shimmy the short skirt down my legs. This was so embarrassing… in a few seconds I would be nude in front of everybody! I felt the material fall to my ankles, and I shyly lifted my legs to step out of the uniform skirt. There was a pause, as all the spectators and players took in sight of my naked body… they could see EVERYTHING!

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh…” I kept saying, before finally clasping my hands over my pussy.

The crowd cheered wildly, and I was only partially aware that the game was now going into over time. The game had to continue! I spun around, showing the people on the other side of the field my totally bare butt. Unsure of how much more I could take, since I was getting horny as well as embarrassed, I just hoped one of the teams would score first. I didn’t care which side it was!

But apparently my work was not done just yet. Melissa made me join the cheerleaders as we broke into a rallying cheer… and me up front, in only my socks and sneakers! Following the routine, I had to twist and gyrate my hips, bending over and lifting the pom-poms high in the air. My naked rear jiggled as I pranced through the choreographed steps, and when I stood with feet shoulder-width apart, my pink pussy lips peeked out.

Well, such a brazen display of female nudity certainly emboldened the boys, and my rival high school’s football team quickly scored a sudden death touch down! Now they grouped for a huddle, likely discussing how they could run the clock. In these final moments, Melissa told me to take off my shoes and socks.

“But that will leave me completely naked, from head to toe!” I cried. “Besides, you said only one item had to be removed…”

Melissa crossed her arms and frowned at me. “That was for the regular game. We’re in overtime now, so the rules change. Hurry up and get them off!”

Meekly, I lowered myself to one knee in the grass as I unlaced my sneaker. Pulling off the sock, I then sat my bare butt on the ground and removed the last items from my other foot. When I stood up again, I realized that I was now totally nude, not wearing a stitch of clothing in front of a hundred people! I wiggled my toes in the grass, which tickled the bottoms of my feet. Suddenly, I felt a wave of excitement flutter in my tummy and my nipples grew very erect. I just thought of a way I could help my school and the cheerleaders I had let down!

The rival players were setting up for the field kick, to score that extra point. They had their place kicker sent in, and he was right about to attempt the goal.

Out of nowhere, I bolted from the sidelines, and ran stark naked across the field! Not covering up or anything, my boobs bounced and undulated, and I ran at an angle so that my bush was in full view of the kicker. My bare feet flying over the grass, I streaked the high school football exhibition!

The teenage boy’s eyes went wide at the sight of my unclothed body moving closer, but he was already mid-stride into his punt. Well, he was too distracted and hit the ball at a wrong angle, and the kick went off-line. No extra point!

As I raced across the field, I made it to the other side and dashed over to Suzie and her cheerleaders. The fans here were already cheering at the missed field goal attempt, and now they had a naked mascot back in their camp!

“Jenna, that was unbelievable!” one of the girls shouted.

Another girl gave me a welcome back hug, my bare tits crushing the fabric of her sweater, and as her hands reached behind me, she squeezed my butt cheeks, lifting me up on my toes! I then stood back on the sidelines with my own school, and although I was pretty embarrassed to be seen like this, I did not hide my breasts and pussy. I wanted to give some motivation to our players!

Well, once they were in possession of the ball again, one of the boys made a daring rush toward the end zone. He passed right in front of us, but there was a couple of opposing players right on his tail. I quickly started rubbing my pubic mound, and even began flicking my clitoris. When I let out a moan of pent up sexual frustration, the two tackles tripped over themselves, and our boy went on to score a game tying touch down.

Unfortunately, having started to masturbate myself, I found I couldn’t stop! Being out here in the sunshine, absolutely naked… all these young people looking at my ass and watching what I was doing! I squeezed my breasts and continued to rub my clit as our team prepared for a field goal kick with seconds left to go.

Seconds left before I would cum!

“Aaah… Mmmmm… Oh, yes! Yes!” I couldn’t believe I was going to have an orgasm in public like this!

I really didn’t know if people were paying attention to the action on the field, or what was going on between my legs. My toes curled in the grass, only adding to the sensuality of the situation, and my hands roamed all over my bare body. With my eyes closed, I lost myself to the sounds surrounding me, and the exquisite sensation of my finger slipping in and out of my pussy. I heard the punt of a football… and then a loud roar from the people around me!

As I exploded with a massive orgasm, I knew our team had made the goal and won the game. The students rushed onto the field to congratulate the players, as the defeated rivals sulked off to their school’s locker rooms. The girls formed a protective circle around me, as I recovered from my climax.

“Wow, Jenna… I knew you said you would do anything to help us win, but that was, like, unreal!”

With my knees still weak, and leaning on one of the young ladies for support, I finally told them what had happened, and why I had started out the day on the other side.

Suzie looked at me closely and asked, “But aren’t you afraid that they will show that tape now, since you helped us anyway?”

“Well,” I started, and was feeling suddenly conscious of the fact that I was still naked, “I guess after what I just did out here, it really doesn’t matter. It was more important to help my school.”

The girls all gathered around and gave me a group hug, which only had the affect of rubbing the soft material of their uniforms against my bare skin. Then, when the crowd had dispersed some, they led me back to my car in the parking lot. I walked with an arm across my breasts and palm over my crotch the whole way. But that didn’t prevent some playful slapping and pinching of my ass.

Of course, I had to drive home naked…

THE END

[okayterrific]

Jenna's Animal Attraction

by Helmhood

(Originally published Nov 24, 2007)

I arrived at my friend Andrea’s house, wondering what sort of fun she had planned for us today. Our other pals, Jean and Sarah, were already there. When I walked through the door, letting myself in, I saw that everyone was gathered in the den. Andrea was sitting on the floor, and looked to have some kind of small terrier in her lap, scratching behind its ears.

“Hi, Jenna!” she called out as I entered the room.

There were two couches facing opposite each other, and my other two friends were seated on the sofas. Jean patted an empty spot next to her and motioned me to come over.

“Are you wearing that perfume,” the cute, black-haired Asian girl inquired pleasantly. “Like we asked you, before leaving your house?”

I thought it looked like Sarah was trying to stifle a chuckle, but I answered, “Um… yes. Although I don’t know why Andrea asked me to get dressed up like this. What are you girls up to?”

Taking my position on the couch, I demurely crossed my legs as I was wearing a short, turquoise skirt with black diagonal stripes. I also had a black top on, and pointy-toed blue heels. It sounded like the other ladies were snickering.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned. “Don’t I look all right?”

Andrea looked up at me and laughed, “Oh you look hot, Jenna! But I wanted you to meet my new friend. I think he likes you, too. His name is Max.”

I waved at the salt and pepper colored puppy, who stared back at me with big brown eyes. “Hi, Max…”

Sarah, sitting across from Jean and me, propped herself up to get more comfortable. “We’ve discovered that little Max can do some tricks.”

“Yeah, I bought a bottle of the same perfume you are wearing,” Andrea told me. “And it seems this little pup rather likes the scent. Here, watch this… fetch!”

Suddenly, the dog bounded out of my friend’s lap and dashed over to the couch I was sitting on. He seemed full of energy, and I thought he was going to leap on me! But instead, the terrier took a mouthful of my shoe and pulled it off my dangling foot. Then Max scurried back and dropped the heel in front of Andrea.

“Wow,” I laughed with my giggling friends. “I’ve heard of training a dog to fetch your slippers, but that’s really something else!”

I self-consciously lowered my foot to the floor, and started to raise my other leg to cross over my thigh. But with a devious smile, Andrea commanded Max to fetch again. The little dog went straight for my foot, grabbing the heel between his teeth. These shoes were strapless, no buckles or anything, they just slipped on and off. Well, Max had no trouble removing it and bringing it back to the middle of the den.

“Oh my!” I yelped, placing a hand over my mouth, trying to conceal my smile. “The rascal has taken my shoes!”

We all laughed at the prank, and now I dropped both feet to the floor. My bare toes wiggled on the carpet. Sarah clapped her hands in delight as Andrea neatly placed my heels, retrieved by the terrier, to the side. On the couch next to me, Jean reached over and playfully squeezed my knee.

“But wait, Jenna… there’s more!”

“What?” I asked quizzically, only to hear Sarah across the room command Max to fetch.

The dog dashed over to the couch, and jumped so his little paws pushed against my lower legs. With a bound, he was up on the cushions of the sofa, but just as quickly had the side of my skirt between his teeth! Wily and relentless, the critter started pulling the material down, even as he backed toward the edge of the seat. Now I was a little startled, and I didn’t want him to tear my clothes… so I straightened my legs out in front of me and actually wiggled and lifted my butt up, as he hopped to the floor. The skirt, of course, was still in his mouth and I could feel the fabric whisked past my hips, sliding down my legs. In no time at all, it was down to my ankles, then pulled completely off!

I watched in shock as the mutt scampered over to Sarah on the other couch, and presented her with my skirt as if it were a hunting trophy! Then I looked down to see I was only wearing my sheer black panties…

“Nice undies,” Jean remarked, her almond-shaped eyes laughing as she snapped the elastic at my waist.

“Eek!” I cried and flopped onto the floor of the den, trying to hide the sight of my underwear. “That is some trick, you’ve taught him, Andrea!”

My brown-haired friend, who was always flirtatious, stood up and patted Max on the head. “Oh, he doesn’t stop there, Jenna. Maybe he wants your kitty to come out and play. Max, go fetch!”

I was just getting to my knees when I heard the rapid pitter-patter of the little dog behind me. Instinctively, my hands gripped the front of my panties. But ever determined to follow the command, he took a nice bite into the rear elastic waistband. There was a bit of a struggle and tug-o-war, as I attempted to crawl forward and Max pulled himself backward, with my friends cheering on. I reached out with one hand, trying to find anything to gain leverage, while feeling the material of the panties stretch further away from my ass. Finally, loosing my balance, I had to stick out my other arm and brace my palms against the floor to keep from falling on my face. Thus, I gave up my hold on my underwear, and Max proceeded to pull them down my backside, all the way to my knees. Not thinking, I tried to crawl forward again. It was a simple matter for the naughty canine to take my panties the rest of the way, down my shins and curvaceous calves… I could feel the last sensation as they slipped off my toes, being happily brought back to my waiting friend.

Oh my gosh! I was completely bottomless… I had just been pantsed by Andrea’s dog! I blushed bright red, knowing that the girls could see my bare butt. Even more embarrassing, as I was still on all fours, they could see my lower pussy lips from behind. And then, Jean called to the obedient pup very dramatically.

“Oh, Max… fetch!”

What did he have left to fetch, I wondered desperately. The furry puppy was quickly behind me, sniffing and snuffling, he even licked my ass! I have to admit his tickling tongue was not unpleasant, and the thought occurred to me that if I turned over, he would probably have his snout in my bare crotch! Instead, Max clamored up onto my back, and his teeth found the knot that tied my top together. I didn’t think he could do it, but the little dog never ceased to amaze. Growling his little puppy growl, he bit and pulled and soon the ties were undone.

At that point, the top separated at my back, and it wouldn’t take much for it to fall off my body. Well, Max was certainly going to make sure of that as he gripped the black material in his teeth and started tugging it down my shoulder. I was totally at the mercy of this mutt, fussing in embarrassment, but eventually rolling onto my back. The dog yanked the top from me, and ran back to Jean who gave him a scratch behind the ears.

I couldn’t believe I was lying there, almost entirely naked. Desiring some modesty, I placed one hand over my pussy. But my friends didn’t give me a moment to catch my breath. Just as I was about to lift myself up, Andrea whistled and called out.

“Fetch! Fetch me Jenna’s bra!”

Oh no… my last scrap of clothing! In a flash, the terrier was on top of me again, lapping his tongue over my face, teasing and tickling and making me laugh in spite of how humiliated I was! His hind paws danced on my bare tummy, while his forefeet tested my bra cups. It was a matching undergarment, black and lacy, with a clasp in the front right between my jiggling breasts. The smart little beast sniffed down my cleavage until finding what he was looking for.

“No, no!” I admonished, rubbing my feet up and down on the carpet, forgetting that I was putting on quite the show between my legs. “Bad dog!”

With another growl, he used his tongue and teeth to pop open the clasp on my bra. The cups fell to either side, and my boobs sprang free. He didn’t stop there. Taking a strap firmly in his mouth, Max jumped down from my body and bolted across the den. My arms flailed as the material was pulled off and away, sliding under my back, then gone with the dog as he returned to Andrea’s lap.

Leaving me, completely nude.

“Oh my gosh, Andrea!” I cried, slapping an arm across my breasts and placing a hand over my pussy. “That was so not funny!”

But my friends must have thought it was hilarious, as they laughed out loud and kicked their legs on the sofas. I slowly rose to my own feet, trying to carefully hide my parts. I looked around the den to see what had become of my clothing. But it seemed the dog had confiscated everything… from my shoes and skirt, my top, and even my underwear! Well, this was no good, standing here blushing in the buff!

“What am I supposed to do now?” I asked.

Jean wiped a tear from her eye and answered, “Oh, Jenna, you look so adorable like that. But really, girl, you weren’t dressed appropriately for what we had planned anyway.”

“Yeah, we’ve got some outdoor activities for today,” squealed Sarah, who was always a bit of a tomboy.

Andrea stood up and started to walk past me, but paused to grab a handful of my bare ass. “That’s right, I’ve got some more suitable clothes for you to wear. Come along, and follow me.”

I turned to look over my shoulder, and saw she was heading for her bedroom. It’s true, we were both about the same size, although she had much larger breasts. Still, I would likely have little difficulty in finding some of Andrea’s clothes to change into. As I turned around completely, my other two friends whistled at the sight of my entire backside on display. This made me hug my body even tighter. But as I began jogging toward Andrea’s room, I couldn’t help my curvy butt from bouncing!

Pretty soon, I was dressed again, decked out in jeans and boots and a loose-fitting, but comfortable shirt. I walked back into the den, and the girls greeted me with approval.

“That’s much better,” Sarah commented. “Now we’re ready for the Park Lane Equestrienne.”

“The what?” I asked, while half looking around for the little dog.

Jean picked up a stylish cowboy hat and placed it on her head. “We’re going horseback riding, silly!”

“It will be great,” said Andrea grabbing her keys and purse. “It’s such a beautiful day outside… we’ll have so much fun!”

And so the four of us tumbled out of the house, and piled into my friend’s SUV. Now I recalled that the place they were talking about was just a little outside of town. It was supposed to be really nice; a good location for camping and hayrides, with lots of trails. And of course, horses. It was a pleasant drive, for like my friends said, the sun was shining, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The temperature was warm, but not too hot outside.

We pulled into the parking lot, finding a spot between a dozen other cars. It didn’t seem like it would be very crowded. The first thing we had to do was march ourselves into the main office building and register. Then we could leave our bags and stuff there while we went out to have some fun.

As we stepped across the main site grounds, I couldn’t help but notice how cute Jean looked in her cowboy hat. Her sleek black hair streamed down from beneath the brim, and seemed to shine in the sunlight. She was shorter than me, but also had nice round breasts, which were showcased teasingly in a tight-fitting top that left her midriff exposed. Andrea was wearing a low-cut top that showed off her ample cleavage. Between the two of them, I felt a little self-conscious. At least Sarah, who was always more sporty, had a trim and athletic figure.

Crossing the field, we came to the stables. Our blonde tomboy friend was the most experienced, and she had been here before. We decided that we only wanted one horse to handle, which they let Sarah lead out of the corral.

“His name is Magic,” the stable hand called out to us, as we headed off toward the trails.

“Aw, Magic… you’re a good boy, aren’t you?” Andrea rubbed down the horse’s muzzle. “Who wants to go for a ride first?”

Jean spoke up, “Well, I’m not sure I want to be left alone with him, even if he is the friendly type. I’ll get on now, and ride until we come to the main trails.”

Sarah, helped our petite friend into the saddle, while demonstrating to me and Andrea the proper way to mount.

“Oh, I don’t think I’ll have any problem mounting up…” Andrea remarked, squeezing her boobs for emphasis. We all got a hearty laugh out of her innuendo.

In this fashion, we continued on our way, with Sarah leading Magic by the reins. Andrea and I walked on either side of the horse, occasionally patting his flanks. We were moving at a lazy, comfortable gait, eventually reaching the overhang of branches. The path here was wide, a couple leading their kids on a pony, passed us.

“Hey Sarah,” Jean called down from atop Magic. “How about you take over, and blaze a trail for us to follow?”

“Yeah, somewhere more… private,” Andrea said with a wink.

I was wondering what she meant by that, after all, this was a fairly public park and campground setting. Although, I suppose one could plunge deeper into the woods and away from the main site. Sarah helped little Jean off the horse, and then she swung her legs over the saddle. It was a joy to watch our friend’s graceful movements. The blonde looked back at us one final time before flicking the reins, and cantering down the trail.

“I hope we can keep up,” I confided to my friends. In truth, Andrea’s boots were feeling a little less comfortable on my feet.

Andrea took my hand and pulled me along saying, “Don’t worry, Jenna. She’s going at a slow trot right now. I bet there’s a big field somewhere, and then you can really run at a full gallop!”

Jean laughed, and pulled playfully on my ponytail. “Oh, I’d like to see that!”

I blushed, imagining myself falling off the horse in front of everybody. That would be embarrassing! The three of us continued to gab and chitchat and tease each other as we walked along the riding trail. It seemed like we must have walked for ten minutes, before we came to the edge of a wide clearing. There had been some branches off the main trail, and we tried to follow the direction of the hoof-prints in the dirt. For while, of course, there were lots of prints of different sizes traversing back and forth. But then we saw a single set veer off, and this led us to a beautiful pastoral view with a blue sky that seemed to go on forever.

“Hi girls!” Sarah trotted up to us, from out of nowhere. It was like we were alone out here. “Magic and I were wondering what took you so long!”

I folded my arms and looked up at her. “It was kind of a hike, you know! And these boots of Andrea’s are starting to kill me!”

My other friend, with shoulder-length brown hair, turned and regarded me. I felt a little uncomfortable, as she looked me over from head to toe. She was plotting something. Usually Andrea was a lot of fun to hang out with, but sometimes her playful nature could get me in trouble.

“I have an idea,” she said as Sarah pulled her feet from the stirrups and dismounted. “How about Jenna takes a turn riding the horse. But she has to ride bareback!”

I looked over at Magic who was innocently nibbling on some grass. Then I turned to my friends and asked, “What… you mean with no saddle?”

Jean reached out and tugged on my shirt. “No, Jenna. I think Andrea means without this!”

“Oh my,” I said, gathering up the shirt in my hands. “But I don’t have… I couldn’t find a bra that…I mean, I’m not wearing anything beneath this shirt!”

Sarah laughed at the admission. “Well I guess that’s why you’ll be riding bare back!”

My friends urged me on to take off the shirt. They knew I could be a little daring sometimes, although sometimes I got carried away. Looking around, it did appear that we were by ourselves out here. Just us girls, and the horse. And it’s not like I would be showing anything they hadn’t seen just a few hours ago…

I took a deep breath, and took a good look around one more time. Then I slowly undid the buttons down the front. It was kind of like a sports jersey. Before I had a chance to reconsider, I opened up the last button and peeled the material off my shoulders. Once I gave the shirt back to Andrea, I stood topless, my nipples growing erect in the fresh air.

“Wow, Jenna… you seem pretty excited to go for your ride!” Jean teased.

Embarrassed, I quickly crossed my arms over my breasts, rubbing my elbows nervously.

Andrea tapped her chin in thought. “Hey, wouldn’t it be wild if you went for a ride… completely naked!”

“Oh no,” I shook my head, even as I felt the tips of my ears burn red. The problem was, the suggestion was just so daring, part of me wanted to try. It wouldn’t take much convincing…

“Come on, Jenna. Didn’t you say my boots were hurting you? So go on, take them off.”

Well, she did have a point there. It would be nice to give my poor feet a chance to breath. I carefully crouched down, very aware of the warm sun on my bare shoulders. My fingers lowered the zipper at the side of each black boot, and I lifted a foot out of the too-snug fit. Standing now in my bare feet, the grass did feel nice and cool between my toes.

Andrea immediately reached down and collected the boots, then smiled at me. “I dare you to take off the rest!”

Oh, oh! That was all she had to say! My friend had laid out a challenge, and now I couldn’t refuse. With shaking hands, I found the button on the borrowed jeans. Once I had this popped open, it was just a matter of shimmying the fabric down my hips, then completely off my legs. I guess out of expectation, I neatly folded the pants and handed them back to Andrea. Shyly, I hooked my thumbs in the sides of the white panties she had lent me. I hesitated, my brown eyes wide as I looked at my three giggling friends. And then I gradually peeled the underwear down my shapely thighs and past my knees… letting them fall to the grass, where I stepped out of them.
Oh my, for the second time that day, I was completely nude in front of my friends! And in front of another animal! The horse gave a well-timed appreciative whinny, which caused me to jump and spin around. This cracked up my friends as they watched my nubile form jiggle and bounce around wildly. I clasped both my hands over my neatly trimmed bush. Audrey stepped next to me and smacked me on the ass.

“Up you go, Jenna!”

“Oh, but… Sarah…” I started to plead. “I don’t think I can do this.”

The blonde girl rubbed my arm reassuringly. “Of course you can. Now first put your foot in the stirrup…”

Lifting my leg, my toes actually curled around the cold metal, sending a delightful shiver through my body. I then had to place one hand on the horn of the saddle, and use my other hand to brace against the horse’s flank. And this meant no more covering up. Well, there was no chance of hiding anything now. I was completely naked, and as I started to hoist myself up, my pussy was eyelevel with Sarah. Even more embarrassing, when I had to swing my other leg over, my labia were totally visible from behind, unfolded and hanging down. I guess I was kind of getting aroused.

Finally, I was situated in the saddle with my other bare foot slipping into the stirrup on the other side. Wow… the hard leather felt really good between my legs! Hoping my friends wouldn’t notice from below, I bit my lip, grinding my crotch into the saddle. As I took the reins in my hands, my tits were sticking out with nipples so erect, they pointed toward the sky!

On the ground, my friends smiled up at me. Jean came over and rubbed my leg in encouragement, fingers brushing my bare skin. Her touch sent a thrill of excitement from my head to my toes, my tummy quivered. I lifted up the reins, figuring I had better get moving before I did anything embarrassing.

With a quick flick of the reins, we started forward. Magic got off to a slow trot, and I bounced lightly in the saddle. Oh, wow… if I thought just sitting up here felt good, the sensations now flooding through my loins was amazing! I felt so natural and free, my bare breasts swaying deliciously in front of me. The horse broke into a steady rhythm, my pussy rubbing against the leather in time. Mmmm… this felt incredible! My clitoris swelled up as I was getting more and more turned on. But I dare not lower my hands to touch myself!

“Oh yes! Yes!” I found myself calling out in as I continued to bounce naked in the saddle. We were galloping faster now, across the open field. The wind rushing over my body was exhilarating. I then realized that I was very close to having an orgasm!

Well, I really didn’t want to do that while riding an animal. It just seemed wrong. But the sun felt really good on my back and shoulders. The thought of being totally nude out here was pretty exciting, too. And it didn’t help that my most sensitive parts were being repeatedly subjected to the up and down motion, in constant contact with the supple leather of the saddle. Maybe I could rein in the horse and jump off, so I could lie on the ground and masturbate. But I was afraid the horse might run off, leaving me naked out in the middle of the field! I decided I had best return to my friends and get dressed.

Gently tugging the reins, I brought Magic around, steering him toward the line of trees that marked the entrance back onto the trails. We had ridden a few minutes out into the open, and now that I thought about it, I was lucky not to have been caught. My legs squeezed the sides of horse tight, trying to fight back my body’s urges. I looked down for the first time, and saw that sitting in this position, my pussy lips were spread open with my clit poking out. Oh, this was so embarrassing! But I would be grateful to get back to some shelter and hide the signs of my arousal.

“Hey Jenna,” Andrea teased as we trotted into view. “You look pretty flushed. That must have been some ride!”

“She looks like she’s ready to explode,” Jean felt the need to point out.

Bringing the horse to a complete stop, I dropped the reins so that I could use both hands to cover my stiff nipples. Breathless, I said, “I… I’m ready to put my clothes back on now.”

Andrea had bundled up the items she had lent me, stuffing them beneath her arm. Smiling shrewdly, she said, “Your clothes? I think you have borrowed my clothes for long enough. You looked so natural up there, well, I figured you didn’t want them back. Besides, you kept complaining they didn’t fit!”

Sarah took hold of the reins, adding, “We’re going to lead you back to the stables. This is the last part of your dare.”

“But…” I stammered, my bare feet dangling uselessly to either side. “But I’m so naked! And I really have to… pee!”

Andrea winked at me, guessing what I really wanted to do. “Well, Jenna, you’ll just have to hold it in a little longer!”

“Don’t worry,” Jean said in comforting tones, while tickling the bottom of my foot. “I’ll scout ahead along the trail… make sure we don’t run into anybody, we don’t want to see you.”

And with that, even as I protested, my friends started walking forward. Sarah held the riding tack lightly in her grip, as Magic obediently followed after. I wasn’t in control of the horse at this point, which at least allowed me to rest one palm on the saddle horn, and clasp the other over my engorged vulva. Andrea walked on one side, continuing to whistle at me and make comments. But good-hearted Jean did run further ahead, to make sure the path was clear. I couldn’t believe I was doing this!

At the stables, the young man’s eyes went wide as we approached. Blushing, I slung an arm over my breasts, and he really couldn’t see my pussy. But he must have known I was nude, sitting there with my bare legs and feet hanging down.

“She’s trying out for a part in a play,” Andrea explained. “It’s for Lady Godiva…”

The stable hand mumbled something about me getting the part for sure. But now came the tricky part… I had to very carefully stand up in the saddle, just enough to swing my leg over and climb down. As hard as I tried not to, I must have flashed some pink. Thankfully, I kept the large animal in front of me, blocking my body from view. Jean had already retrieved our things from the main office, and Andrea let her pull her SUV around, as close as possible. Still, once I turned to walk back with my friends to the car, there was nothing hiding the sight of my fully naked ass. And then I realized that once the young man removed the saddle, he would discover the trails of my juices running down the leather. How embarrassing!

Well, the girls made me remain undressed as we drove home. Andrea wouldn’t even let me borrow her outer clothes again. At least they let me ride in the back seat where I could huddle a little out of view from passing cars. Although my back seat partner, Jean, did manage to sneak in some tickling of my sides and ribs, causing my boobs to bounce around wildly. There was laughter the whole duration of the drive.

Arriving at Andrea’s house, I was the first to jump out of the car. I was dying to get inside and find some quiet place where I could relieve all that pent-up excitement! None of her neighbors were around, or else they would have gotten a nice little streak. Finally my friend came up to the door and opened the lock.

As soon as I walked down the hall, who should greet me but Max the dog who had stripped me earlier! Wagging his little tail, he immediately jumped up the front of my bare body.

“See, Jenna…I told you he likes you,” Andrea quipped. “Oh… oh, my! Looks like he really likes you!”

THE END

[okayterrific]

Jenna's at the Hotel

by Helmhood

(Originally published Nov 24, 2007)

My friends and I had been looking forward to this trip for a long time. We had each saved up enough money for our own airfare, and then pooled the rest of our funds for the hotel reservation. It was going to be a blast, the four of us heading off to New York City for a long weekend. After arriving, we did the requisite sightseeing and shopping. We toured the museums, took in a Broadway show, and then did some more shopping!

The second night, we explored a little of the club scene. Enjoying some of the nightlife, we decided not to stay out too late. After all, four twenty-something-year-old young women by themselves in the city; it could still be dangerous. We headed back to our Embassy Suites hotel, where we shared a suite. It was pretty swanky, and there was no way any of us alone could have afforded just the one room. I was looking forward to some room service.

The next morning, I woke up early so that I could use the shower first. Let me tell you, trying to accommodate the bathroom amongst all my friends was the one point of contention. I figured by getting in early enough, I could take as much time as I needed, and let the other girls sort out their turns.

Well, I stripped off my pajamas and hopped into the marble and glass stall. Wow! The water felt really amazing on my body! It had the kind of showerhead that was like a masseuse, hitting all the right spots on my back and shoulders. I nearly purred with delight as I danced on my toes beneath the gentle cascade. The showers I took back at home never felt so nice.

At this point, I was also feeling a little frisky. I slid the shower door open a bit, poking my head out to make sure I was still alone in the bathroom. My dripping leg stretched out onto the floor mat, and then I stepped completely outside so I could grab some things from the vanity mirror… a razor and some shaving cream. Quickly, I jumped back under the welcome warm water, and began to lather up my lower body. I was going to shave off my pubic hair!

Normally I keep a trimmed bush. But since this was a special trip, and as I was feeling deliciously naughty, I thought the occasion called for a bold new look. And it would be my little secret. Maybe I would even go without panties for the day. Very carefully, I scraped away my womanly fleece, every last wisp of hair. Pretty soon, my fingers reached down to touch nothing but the smooth, pink folds of skin. Satisfied that I was entirely bald down there, I rinsed and turned off the shower.

Stepping back out onto the floor mat, I reached for the large white towel and started drying off my body. I shuddered when the terrycloth brushed against my silky, sensitive pussy lips. Smiling to myself, I wrapped and tied the towel securely in front of my breasts, and stood before the mirror so I could comb my hair. When it was all straight and slicked back behind my ears, I tied the brunette strands in a ponytail. Then I turned around to get dressed.

But I couldn’t find my clothes! There was a little table when you first entered the bathroom, where I remembered placing my underwear, pants, and shirt. Of course, it was a pretty spacious bathroom, so I quickly looked about to see if I had actually put them somewhere else. But then I realized that even my night pajamas, which I was sure I had discarded just before my shower, weren’t even on the floor. This is strange, I thought, as I self-consciously tugged the towel tight, at the hem above my thighs. And then I figured it must be my friends playing a prank on me!

Upon walking back into the main hotel room, I was greeted by little Jean, who was also dressed as I was… a white towel wrapped around her short but curvy figure.

“What took you so long, Jenna?” asked the Asian girl. “What were you doing in there?”

I noticed that she must be topless beneath the towel, as her large breasts were only minimally concealed. If she wasn’t careful, I could just make out the tops of her nipples poking into view. I paused to see Andrea and Sarah slowly stirring in their bed, and ignored Jean’s questions.

“Did you guys take my clothes? Has anyone seen my stuff?”

Jean folded her arms in disbelief. “Oh right, Jenna. We have nothing better to do than sneak into the bathroom while you are taking your shower, and hide your clothes on you! What do we look like, children?”

Unconvinced, I scanned the large hotel room. There were our two queen-sized beds, as well as a sofa ensemble on the other side, and a rather impressive entertainment center. And of course there was the mini-bar. But I could not spy the pile of my things, which I knew I had unpacked in order to wear today. Then I remembered that behind the drawn curtains, there was a balcony and terrace.

I walked over to the bed and shook Andrea, my playful shorthaired fiend. “You put my clothes outside, didn’t you? You want me to go out on the balcony wearing just a towel…”

Jean was starting to walk past me, into the bathroom, when she paused to take the edge of the white cloth between her fingers. “Sure… and then we would tear the towel right off you, leaving you outside overlooking the city, buck naked!”

“No, it’s not like that,” Andrea said, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. “That’s not how we planned it…”

I saw that Sarah was trying to muffle her laughter with a pillow, and I snapped at her, “What? What is it… do you know where they hid my clothes?”

“Oh, OK,” the blonde girl admitted, still giggling, at last. “Relax, Jenna. It was Andrea… she put your clothes out in the hallway, just outside the door.”

Straightening my towel, I huffed, “For crying out loud! They can get stolen that way…”

Despite my two friends snickering at me, I crossed the carpet of the hotel room in my bare feet, approaching the door. First, I tried to look out that tiny circle window you use if someone knocks. But I really couldn’t see anything at all. So I carefully undid the security latch with one hand, while using the other to make sure my towel stayed in place. I opened the door just enough to peek my head into the hallway.

“I don’t see them,” I called out, rather annoyed.

From behind, I could hear Andrea padding over toward me. “Are you sure? I left them right out there…”

Seeing that the hallway was empty, I opened the door all the way. Very shyly, I stepped out of the room, so I could look further down the elegantly furnished corridor. There was a stand of potted plants nearby, and an ornate desk against the opposite wall with a courtesy phone. Maybe my devilish friend hid the items of clothing. That would be so embarrassing if someone else found my underwear!

Well, if they were out here, I really had no idea where they might be. Frustrated, I turned around, ready to make Andrea come out here herself and collect my things. Suddenly, the door slammed shut! My hand instinctively reached for the crystal faceted knob, but I could already hear the metal latch inside being slid into place. It was no use even trying, I knew the door was locked.

“Andrea!” I whispered harshly. “Don’t leave me out here like this!”

Oh my gosh, I was standing outside in the hallway, wearing just a towel! I had nothing on underneath. I gripped the cloth tight around my chest, and pounded on the door. Then I realized that I probably shouldn’t draw attention to myself. Oh, this was worse than if they had tricked me to go out on the balcony. Here, I could easily get caught at any moment… either by other hotel guests, or the people who worked at the hotel. I held my breath and spun around, wondering what to do.

Taking the opportunity to check if my clothes might really be around somewhere, I walked a little further away from the door. Although, I was beginning to suspect the whole thing was just a ruse, concocted by my friends. I was nervous, and blushed, noticing that I was bare from my shoulders to my bosom, and then from my thighs all the way down to my toes. Not much left to the imagination, I guess. It was then, I heard the door to our room open, and Jean stuck her own towel-wrapped body outside.

“Hi, Jenna!” She waved and laughed. “That will teach you to sneak into the shower and hog all the soap…”

But what happened next was kind of strange, and I watched with a sort of detached fascination. One of the girls must have snuck up behind her and gave Jean a little shove, pushing her a couple of more steps into the hallway. The playful hands, however, kept hold of the towel… pulling it from her body, and disappearing with it back behind the closed door. I watched Jean skip forward, now wearing just a pair of brief pink panties!

The young Asian woman looked down, her hands moving quickly to cover up her large circular breasts bouncing free, and she screeched. “Eeeeek!”

“Shhh,” I hushed her as I came to her side, still worried about who might hear us. “Don’t make a scene!”

She looked up at me with her luminous, almond-shaped eyes and said, “Don’t make a scene? Oh my gosh, I am so topless out here! Quick, Jenna… give me your towel!”

“But Jean,” I cried. “I’m totally naked under this towel. At least you still have your panties.”

My friend folded her arms across her chest and pouted. She was shorter than me, but still had a shapely figure. She had a flat, sexy tummy that was now on display, and of course those round jiggling melons, which almost seemed too large for her petite frame.

“Are you really nude, except for the towel?” Jean asked. I didn’t like thinking about how vulnerable I was, so I simply nodded. “Well, I wonder how long Andrea and Sarah are going to keep us out here…”

We waited for a few seconds, huddled by the door to our room. But I didn’t hear any voices from inside. Maybe our friends went back to sleep. Or maybe, they were just going about their normal morning routine, with no further regard for us. And then I thought, what if they ordered up breakfast! It was only a matter of time before Jean and I were caught.

“Did you hear something?” my friend with sleek black hair running down her bare back peered anxiously down the hallway. She used both hands to hide her nipples, but they didn’t hide much else.

I looked both ways, as if I was crossing a busy street, then answered, “It does sound like people talking… coming from…”

The elevator! We both cried at the same time. Well, there was no chance we were going to stay hanging around here! Remembering which way we had to walk whenever we came up to our floor, Jean and I immediately turned in the opposite direction. Needing to get beyond the corner of the corridor, we had to run for it. My hands held onto my towel tight, to keep it from slipping. I watched my friend jog in front of me more freely in her little panties.

Ducking around the wall, we saw that there was an ice machine in a little alcove. A few feet further down, there was another elevator, and then the bell rang! We didn’t even hesitate… the two of us dashed toward the ice machine, and out of view of whoever was about to enter this floor. Jean cowered behind me, with her hands on my bare shoulders, her body so close that her breasts crushed against my back.

A man and a woman, it sounded like, exited as the heavy doors pulled open. Listening to their conversation, we could hear that they were part of housekeeping. Thankfully, their business was taking them to the other end of the hallway, and their voices drifted away. Jean and I waited a moment longer, until all we could hear was the hum of the ice machine.

My friend spun me around and said, “I’ve got an idea! We can just get another room key from the front desk, and let ourselves back in. And then it will be payback!”

“Um, I guess…” I tried to think this out, but it was hard, staring at Jean’s uncovered chest in front of me. In all the excitement, it seemed her nipples were growing fully erect right before my eyes. “Are you sure this is a good plan?”

“Well, Jenna, it doesn’t look like we have much choice. We can’t very well stay out here like this, just two scraps of material shared between us!”

So we agreed that we would brave the elevator down to the ground floor, and seek a spare key from the lobby desk. I was actually amazed that little Jean wanted to come with me. I mean at least, I had all my parts covered. But I guess she didn’t want to end up hiding somewhere alone. She urged me to stick my head around the corner and see if it was clear.

With no sign of the hotel staff, or any guests emerging from their rooms, I stepped lightly toward the golden panel and doors. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Jean just grab two handfuls of her breasts and follow after. I punched the button rapidly, hoping that when the elevator opened, the sight of us wouldn’t startle any occupants! We figured that it was still early in the morning, so it was unlikely people would be coming up to their rooms. I looked nervously at my friend with butterflies in my tummy, and she kind of danced anxiously on her toes, wearing next to nothing.

The bell rang… the doors opened… there was no one inside! Breathlessly, the two of us scampered in our bare feet across the threshold and entered the elevator. I pulled my towel tighter, seeing myself in the mirror and how much skin I was showing. Then I blushed to see how exposed Jean was. Her panties had crept a little up her butt and she was showing a bit of cheek. I pushed the lobby button, and hoped we didn’t make any stops.

“So, you’re going to walk up to the front desk and get the key for us, right?” Jean asked as she crossed her arms over her breasts.

Tugging the bottom of my towel, I answered, “Um, I guess so… although it will be pretty embarrassing!”

Jean got a devilish look in her eye and said, “You know… if you lend me the towel, I could be the one who walks through the lobby and gets the key.”

“Oh my gosh!” my heart started beating faster. “But I would be stark naked! I don’t know if I could wait around like that… that would be too much!”

She looked me up and down for a moment before replying, “Suit yourself. But make sure you don’t loose it on your way to the desk!”

Just then, the elevator bell rang, and I noticed we were only at the 3rd floor! Jean leaped behind me, gripping my shoulders tight. I was afraid she was going to rip the towel right off me as the wide doors slid open. I closed my eyes and bit my lip. Fortunately, after a second of hearing no reaction, Jean informed me that no one was there. She reached around me to hit the lobby button once more, which caused her large boobs to rub against my body.

The doors closed, and we continued our descent without incident. We reached the ground floor, hoping it would still be quiet at this hour of the morning. When the bell chimed, my friend and I really had no choice but to shuffle out onto the marble floor, and do our best to not draw attention to ourselves… a topless young woman, and another wearing only a towel!

A little ways down along the wall, there was a sculpture intertwined with some kind of exotic plant. It was strange, but sort of beautiful. Reaching almost nine feet toward the ceiling, this piece of hotel art décor was rather wide, and looked like it might offer some concealment.

“I’m going to hide behind it,” Jean told me. “Now hurry and get that key, Jenna!”

I nodded once, watching as she slung just one arm over her chest. Basically, her palm covered one very erect nipple, while the other was kept hidden by her forearm. This left the remainder of those swelling mounds rather exposed. She strutted over to wait by the sculpture in her delicate little panties. Then I proceeded to turn the other way and started walking toward the front desk.

I was very conscious of the cold marble beneath my bare feet. I even felt a shiver run down my legs, as I clutched the towel in front of me. It was as I was walking away from the elevators that I saw a few people sitting in the center of the main entry concourse. They looked like an older couple, reading the newspaper over some coffee as they sat comfortably on velvet couches. I blushed when I came into to view, really hoping that they didn’t notice me.

There was a guy and a young woman behind the front desk as I softly approached. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if I could go through with it, but then I remembered poor Jean who must be quivering in her tiny underwear.

“Um… hi,” I squeaked when I padded right up to the counter. “I… um, oh this so embarrassing! I locked myself out of my room this morning…”

The ginger-haired lady looked over my form, and broke out into a wide grin. “Let me guess, honey. You just finished your shower, and stepped outside to fetch the complimentary paper.”

“Yes, that’s it…” I lied, rubbing my foot behind my other leg’s calf like a naughty little girl. “Do you think I can get another room key?”

The hotel clerk just laughed, but his colleague said, “That is just too funny! And you took the elevator all the way down here in just that towel? All right, dear, what is your room number?”

I told her that my friends and I were staying in room 217. That probably gave away more of the truth, as the lady must have wondered why my friends didn’t let me back inside. She reminded me that we were only supposed to get one spare key, so I should make sure not to loose this one, or let something like this happen again. I felt so humiliated being talked to in that tone. If I dropped my towel, the woman probably would have given me a spanking right there in the lobby! With that shameful thought in my head, I spun around and quickly moved toward where Jean was hiding. The older couple lowered their newspapers and made a noise of disapproval as I passed them on my way to the elevators.

Upon returning to the massive exotic shrubbery, I found no sign of Jean. What, had she wandered off or something? And then I caught sight of an unusual scrap of material hanging from the thorny branches. It was kind of snagged on the sharper edges and looked a little tattered. Closer examination revealed them to be pink and silky. As I ran the unrecognizable fabric between my fingers, I suddenly understood, these were Jean’s panties! They had somehow gotten caught on this thing… she was probably standing too close. And now they were torn and… oh, my! This meant she was completely nude…

I giggled at first, realizing that my friend had to be around here somewhere without a shred of clothing. And then, for some reason, I felt a little envious, was even turned on a bit. I really wasn’t in the best condition to go searching aimlessly, but I supposed I ought to find her. Clutching the front of the towel with one hand, and holding onto the room key with my other, I marched down the side of a hallway.

Fortunately, just around the corner, I saw a women’s restroom. I thought maybe this was if you had a room all the way on the top floors, and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. Of course, upon entering I saw that it was a pretty lavish set-up, almost like a beauty parlor, with a long vanity counter done in marble and mahogany. There was everything a lady needed to freshen up in here, and then further down were some stalls embossed with the hotel logo. Fanciest bathroom I had ever been in!

“Jean!” I whispered as I crept forward. “Are you in here?”

There was a moment of hushed silence as I nervously looked around the empty restroom. Then, in reply, one of the stall doors swung open. Out hopped my short pretty friend, holding her massive breasts in each hand. She was absolutely naked. Not bothering to conceal anything below, my eyes were drawn to her pussy where above she had a black “landing strip” shaved out of her pubic hair. I brought a hand up to my mouth, but I couldn’t help to giggle just a little.

“This isn’t funny,” Jean pouted. “That damn shrubbery hooked my panties! I struggled to get them free… well, I heard some people coming and I ripped them in my haste to get away. I suppose they’re all ruined?”

I laughed once more then said, “Well, it serves you right! You had plotted with Andrea and Sarah, to lock me outside in just this towel!”

Guiltily, the young woman lowered her hands until she stood in front of me in all her glory. “I’m sorry, Jenna… will you please let me borrow the towel for just a bit?”

“No!” I cried, surprised that she would even think of asking such a thing. Tugging the white cloth snuggly about my body I told her, “I’ll be just as naked as you… even more naked!”

I didn’t mean to throw in that last part, referring to my hairless crotch, but it slipped out. Fortunately, Jean didn’t catch my meaning. Instead, she folded her arms once more over her boobs, and spun around in a huff, leaving me a full view of her bare shapely ass.

“Well, you did get the room key for us, didn’t you?”

Yes, I had the key right here, I informed my perky friend. It was one of those credit card sized keys that you had to swipe through the panel on your hotel room door. It came in a little white sleeve, which I held onto in one hand at my side. So there was nothing left for us to do, but sneak back out and make our way up to our room.

“I’m not going back in the elevator,” Jean turned around and looked me in the eye. “If we get caught, I’ll be trapped there with nowhere to run. Besides just walking back to the lobby will put me in plain sight of everyone!”

Seeing her point, I agreed that we would find another way back to our room. Fortunately, I mentioned to her, I thought I saw an exit stairwell further down the side hallway. In just my towel, I padded over to the entrance to the ladies’ room, and made sure it was clear outside. Now that we were going to be headed into the main hotel again, Jean shyly slung an arm over her breasts and placed a hand over her pussy. I could only imagine what she was feeling!

The two of us stepped beyond the door, both our bare toes finding the carpet of the hall. We stayed close to the wall, while edging our way closer to an exit that appeared to lead to many flights of stairs. It would be a long climb, but I guess it was better than being stuck in the elevator.

About halfway toward the spot we needed to reach, I heard Jean mutter behind me, “Oh my gosh, Jenna, my nipples are so hard!”

We decided to make a break for it, dashing toward the exit sign. Of course, this meant my friend had to clutch her breasts with both hands so she could run and keep up with me. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that she didn’t even attempt that much modesty, but pumped her arms… her tits bouncing wildly and indeed tipped by very erect nipples! I pushed the door open, and slid through into a secluded landing, where a rise of some very elegant stairs wound their way up and up.

When she followed after and stood at my side, I turned to Jean and asked, “Are you sure you want to go through with this? I mean, I could try to get back to our room alone, and bring you some clothes…”

“No way!” the little Asian girl shrieked, this time keeping both hands over her pussy. “I’m not going to let you leave me here naked, and wait for who knows how long until you return! We’ll go together.”

I shrugged my shoulders, as we then began to lift our feet onto the first of many steps. Being able to keep my hands free, for the most part, I let my fingers run along the smooth polished banister curving upward. Of course, Jean practically hopped behind me, using her arms and hands to hide her nudity. At each new floor, there was a landing and a door that we supposed opened onto the hotel hallways. Our room was on the twenty-first floor. But when we paused to catch our breath on the landing of the fifth floor, I heard voices coming from the stairs above.

“Oh my gosh, what should we do!” I exclaimed, listening to the sound of male voices draw closer. “Should we run back down…”

Jean’s almond shaped eyes went wide at the suggestion. “What? And let these guys see my bare butt? No, Jenna… we have to slip back into the hotel!”

She meant that we had to leave the stairs and hurry out into the hallway through the side door. I wasn’t sure if this was a better idea or not, but soon my friend brushed her naked body past me as she opened the exit just a crack. The way was clear, she said, and disappeared into the corridor beyond. The heavy security door slammed closed behind her, right in front of my nose. At least she could have held it open for me! And then I heard the footsteps on the flight just above me, fast approaching. With trembling hands, I pushed on the metal bar and squeezed through just in time, before being seen.

I was not immediately aware that when the door sealed shut behind me, the edge of my towel had gotten caught. It wasn’t until I took a step forward, then the white cloth peeled right off my body, leaving me completely nude!

I gasped, and hunched over holding my breasts, padding back to pick up the towel. But it was stuck fast, the only way to retrieve it would mean opening the door again.

“Come on, Jenna!” I heard my friend whisper harshly from down the hallway.

And then I heard the footsteps turn and pause, right on the landing behind the door to the stairs. I made a split-second decision to drop the other half of the towel from my grasp and dashed around the corner…

When I finally ran up to Jean, I was clutching my bare breasts with both hands. She looked me over curiously and smirked. “Loose something, Jenna?”

“The stupid door closed on my towel!” I cried. “I knew this wasn’t a good idea…”

“Nice haircut,” Jean giggled.

I looked down, and saw that she was pointing at my bald pussy. I immediately blushed from head to toe. Now she knew my little secret.

“Um… wow, Jenna… you can see, like, EVERYTHING…”

Placing a palm quickly over my very pink lips, I was flustered and confused. “So, now what to we do? I mean, we’re both totally naked!”

“Did you manage to hold onto the room key?” my young friend asked, crossing her arms over her boobs.

In reply, I lifted up my hand to display the slim card. Of course, this left my crotch uncovered, my labia unfolding right before her eyes. I was so embarrassed! Nervously, I kept looking over my shoulder, afraid someone might spy my naked ass. And then I thought, how would it look to be caught with Jean like this… two twenty-four year-old women, stark raving nude! An elevator ride was absolutely out of the question, I figured, but then my friend started walking down the corridor.

“We might as well give it a try,” she said, her cheeks jiggling with each step. “The sooner we get back to our room, the sooner we can get dressed!”

It was unreal, walking down the hotel hallway without wearing any clothes. I mean, any of the guests could exit their rooms to either side of us, at any time! Yet Jean and I did not hurry as we made our way closer to the elevators, because we did not want to run blindly into any unsuspecting persons. More like we shuffled along as best we could. I tried to keep up with my friend, but I have always found it difficult to move gracefully with one hand placed in front of my vulva.

I saw the short pretty Asian girl waiting inside the elevator car, keeping the doors open for me. Still, she motioned with her arm and waved me forward, before anyone else showed up. Looking around shyly, I could see that the area was quiet, and I walked nude into the elevator with my friend. Jean quickly pushed the button to close the doors, and punched in the 21st floor.

My body trembled a little, and I was chilly, having spent the entire morning in a towel up until now. My nipples stood out fully erect, attesting to the cold. This, and the fact that I was smaller in the bust than my friend, made me cross both my arms over my breasts. And my bald pubic area was left completely on display.

“Pretty wild, huh?” Jean laughed nervously.

Just then, we felt the elevator start to slow, and the car came to a stop. We were only at floor number fifteen. My friend and I exchanged worried glances… then the doors open. With his head down, pushing a food cart, one of the hotel attendants entered and passed between us.

“What the…” said the uniformed man when he looked up to select his destination.

I had frozen in shock, just standing there with each hand clasped over my bare tits, not bothering to cover my pussy! Meanwhile, Jean had slung her arm across he breasts and kind of had her other hand hanging in front of her crotch. She smiled meekly at our passenger.

“Are you ladies all right?” he asked, mopping his forehead with a dining napkin, and turning is head back and forth to look at us.

Still squirming, Jean answered, “We got locked out of our room… my friend, here, went to get a spare key.”

Now the room service man looked directly at me, his eyes roving over my very bare body. “You mean, you went all the way to the lobby, without any clothes?”

“Um, well…” I stammered, blushing in embarrassment. “I did have a towel, but I lost it on the way up, back on the fifth floor.”

“Did you at least get your key?” he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

Again, reflex took over, and I held out my hand showing the slim keycard in its sleeve, but exposed my right breast in the process. Only then, did I finally drop both my arms, so I could clasp my hands over my vulva. I was just so flustered being caught nude like this, but also turned on!

Suddenly, the elevator stopped with a jolt and the bell chimed, doors opening to let us out on the twenty-first floor. Our bodies jiggling, Jean and I practically leaped out into the hallway together. There was and awkward moment as our bare skin rubbed against each other… and then we were dashing down the corridor, bare foot and bare-assed as we fled.

“Wait, Miss!” I thought I heard the man call as the doors were closing again. “You dropped something…”

Jean and I hurried around the corner, moments away from the safety and privacy of our room. Relief at last! Ducking behind a few more items, we were careful not to be seen as we approached the door.

My friend turned to me and said, “Quick, Jenna… slide the key card!”

I lifted my hand, but my fingers were empty. Raising my other arm, I found that I must have dropped the room key. Now I was standing completely naked in front of my friend, and I shook my head in confusion. How could I have lost the key! Jean was none too pleased, reaching out to twist my exposed nipples…

“What happened, girl? I thought you could hold onto it safely!”

“What’s going on out here?”

The door to our room opened abruptly, allowing Andrea to catch us nude, with Jean’s hands on my breasts! I noticed that my other friend was dressed in a towel, like I had been just a little while ago.

“Please, let us in!” Jean and I cried, practically embracing each other now to hide our frontal nudity.

But Andrea continued to stand in the middle of the doorway, blocking us from entering the room. “Well, it seems you two have gotten much friendlier! Sarah and I were about to go down to the fitness center and check out the sauna. Maybe it’s not a good idea to leave you girls alone…”

“What do you mean?” we cried, quivering in each other’s arms.

At this point, blonde Sarah came walking up to the door and peeked her head out. She was also wearing a towel. “Jean… Jenna… oh my gosh! Where are all your clothes?”

“Clothes?” Jean pulled away from me, and brazenly placed her hands on her hips. “What clothes? You pushed me outside in just my panties, which got lost in an accident. And Jenna, here, she lost her towel in a door.”

“Looks like she lost more than just the towel,” Andrea smiled. “I mean, you two are really naked out there, but check out Jenna’s bare slit!”

Wow, did she have to announce it to the whole floor? Blushing, I placed a hand quickly over my pussy and sort of shielded my boobs with my arm. I was afraid more people might see me like this, as they left or returned to their rooms. There was just no hiding my naked behind.

And then my friends joined us, stepping into the hallway, closing the door shut. Andrea looked at me and Jean and said, “I suppose we’ll have to take you with us…”

“But you can’t do that!” Jean whined as she hugged her body. “We’re both totally nude!”

Sarah moved between us, the soft fabric of her towel brushing my skin. “Well, it should make for an interesting workout!”

Next thing I knew, I was jogging to keep up with my friends, heading back in the direction Jean and I had come from. My own butt bouncing along the way, I watched the Asian girl’s long black hair swish behind her, as her little ass ran down the hallway. We got into the elevator again, but this time at least the other girls in their sandals and towels would be able to shield us from any other passengers we might encounter. I was still embarrassed because staying nude like this, with Jean equally bare and vulnerable while our two friends remained covered up, was making me kind of horny.

The hotel fitness center was on the fourth floor. Riding down again, I was all nerves and excitement, and soon the doors opened to let us out. We shuffled cautiously across a foyer and concourse until we came to the entrance to the spa and sauna. Sarah and Andrea looked perfectly natural in this setting, wrapped in towels, walking confidently as their flip-flops slapped on the floor. Jean and I moved more awkwardly, alternating our arms and hands between covering our boobs and pussies. Thankfully, it seemed no one else was around.

Observing this, Andrea turned to me with a mischievous smile. “Jenna, why don’t you try out one of these exercise machines? It’s all right, no one will see you.”

She pointed out the line of various weight lifting and cardiovascular equipment we had passed. I saw that there was absolutely no one in sight. And a dare to do some exercises in the nude seemed pretty tempting. Of course, there was always the risk that someone could arrive at the gym any moment, and I would be caught. It was that element of risk, which made me decide to do it!

I quickly padded over to the closest machine. It was one of those combination contraptions that allowed you to work on your upper body and your legs and thighs. When I sat down, the black leather cushion felt nice on my bare ass, sending a tingling sensation up my spine. My feet felt the chill of metal footrests, but I curled my toes delightfully. The other girls, Andrea, Sarah, and even Jean gathered around the machine to adjust the weights.

I was able to swing my arms out and away from me with no sweat. Although I did giggle as my breasts bounced with the smooth motion. What a sight! And then Sarah encouraged me to try the lower exercise. This consisted of lifting the footrests slightly, then swinging my knees apart, then closing them and lowering my feet again. A four-step process, it was really no problem with the low weight setting.

Next to me, Andrea leaned in close and suggested that I try the upper and lower exercises together. It took a little coordination, but I soon found that I was able to do it with little difficulty. Expanding my arms and legs, then contracting them in synchronized motions. I started to get into a nice rhythm. Suddenly, I felt an increasing shift in the weights, and I had to push a little harder. It took all my concentration, but I was able to keep at it and continue the exercise.

Only when my friends moved around so that they were standing square in front of me, did I realize that these maneuvers had me displaying all my private parts! Only then did I notice my nipples had grown more stiff and erect, pointing accusingly at the girls. Worse, my bare pussy was repeatedly opening up causing the pink labia to spread apart. I could just imagine my clitoris teasingly poking out as my friends pointed and laughed.

But I couldn’t make my arms and legs stop! I had kind of built up this momentum, and I kept pumping my limbs… swinging them open and shut, then wide open again. Much to my humiliation, I found I enjoyed this nude workout, which felt really, really good. Especially working the muscles of my inner thighs and vagina. I guess that’s why you normally work out in proper clothes! But all the excitement of the morning, running around the hotel naked, and now my friends watching me, added tremendous sexual stimulation. My body flushed from the exertion, and I began to moan between my heavy breathing. I was going to have an orgasm right here in the hotel fitness center!

Sarah realized this and gasped, “Oh my gosh! I think Jenna is going to…”

Just then, Jean reached behind the blonde, and whipped the towel clean off! To all of our amazement, our athletic friend had been stark naked beneath! Sarah looked down in surprise, before covering her smallish breasts and placing a hand over the light wisp of blonde pubic hair.

Still on the machine, I bucked my hips at the sight of my friend being stripped right in front of me!

But Jean had been so zealous in her revenge, that she had ripped the towel away and let it go sailing a few feet into the workout room. Suddenly, we heard the noise of the concourse doors banging open.

“Quick! We have to get into the steam room,” Andrea called out.

Jean and Sarah did not hesitate, and started for the doors on the opposite end of the room. But I was in a pretty awkward state… I had only just started to build toward a climax, was on the very edge of an orgasm. My arms and legs went slack, stopping the movement of the weight machine. I really just wanted to stay here and masturbate, but couldn’t risk getting caught doing that. At the height of my arousal, I forced myself to get up and follow the girls, leaving a trail of juices on the leather seat.

I dashed into the sauna room, and found my friends waiting on the benches. It was one of those wood panel interiors, and we were the only four inside. Jean managed to keep her breasts concealed with her hands, while she crossed her short shapely legs. Our blonde friend, Sarah, sat with her back against the wall but pulled her knees up beneath her chin. As I stood in the center of the room, I did not bother to cover anything, afraid that the slightest touch might set me off.

Andrea, the only one of us wearing something, laughed and said, “I think you need to cool down, Jenna!”

Cool down? I was naked in the middle of the hotel sauna room, and if anything, I think the steam was making me even more aroused! Beads of sweat formed on my body, trickled down my stomach and onto my sensitive pussy lips.

“You think this is funny?” Jean demanded as she started crawling toward Andrea. “Let’s see how you like loosing your towel!”

The little Asian girl practically leaped on the shorthaired brunette, and after a brief tussle, had the white terrycloth in her hands.

“Here, Jenna, catch!” Jean said as she twisted her body and tossed the lone towel in my direction.

I watched as the towel floated to the floor at my feet. But just as I was about to bend down and pick it up, Sarah moved with surprising grace and quickness in an effort to claim it for her own. We both tumbled to the ground, two nude girls struggling for control of the material. After we rolled over on top of one another, I ended up in a kneeling position, straddling her chest and facing her feet… my hairless crotch inches from the blonde’s mouth! I raised my hands up in surrender, thinking she might do the unthinkable.

Andrea was absolutely naked. The tips of her straight brown hair just reached to her bare shoulders. Her breasts were large and firm, tipped by prominent nipples. Very curvaceous, her hips flared out in proportion to her lower body. A trim patch of light brown pubic hair rested on the mound of her vulva. While I was worrying about my other friend making me cum, Andrea walked calmly over to us and snatched the towel from my grasp.

“Oh no you don’t,” said Jean sneaking up from behind as she threw her arms around the other young woman.

She resorted to tickling tactics, running her little fingers over Andrea’s bare abdomen. This caused the more playful brunette to drop the towel, but only so she could turn around and squeeze Jean’s own sizeable boobs. I had a clear view of her ass as she tumbled backward, falling next to Sarah and me, with Jean landing on top of her! The contest to seize the towel began again as we all scrambled over the floor. Soon, Sarah and Andrea’s sandals had been pulled or kicked off. We were all naked from head to toe, four twenty-something-year-old girls, our bodies entwined.

This was extremely frustrating for me, as more than once I had a breast or someone’s lower lips in my face. I turned my head, but could only feel a hand rub my butt or fingers graze my most sensitive parts. A few times I tried to grind my crotch into a hand passing over my pussy. At this point, I completely lost interest in the towel. Finally, it took the sound of someone at the door to the sauna room, to break us up. The writhing around stopped, the other girls jumped to their feet and scattered for the benches.

Just as I was crawling over on trembling hands and knees, I large heavyset woman entered the steam room. She had a whole bundle of towels in one arm. Dressed in the uniform of the hotel staff, she dutifully picked the stray towel up off the floor.

The lady glared around at each of my naked friends, then at me, sitting with legs spread open but hiding my shaved mound with a single hand. She said in a disapproving voice, “You girls really ought to consider the other hotel guests, before you decide to take a steam bath in the nude. It’s not really appropriate, and I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

With a huff, she shifted her girth and proceeded to leave the sauna room. Obviously, the woman thought we had left our change of clothes in the locker rooms down here. Little did she know there wasn’t a scrap of clothing between the four of us! Maybe we could have asked her for some towels, but that would be so embarrassing, and we might get into more trouble.

“We have to get out of here!” I said at last. “If I don’t find some relief fast, I think I’m going to burst…”

Jean arched her back against the wall, letting one hand run up and down her moist body, teasing an elongated nipple. “Mmmm… I think Jenna’s right. I’ve been without any clothes for most of the morning, and I’m about ready to blow off some steam!”

Taking her cue from this declaration, Andrea got up headed for the door, wiggling her hips as she walked. Peeking outside, our friend told us there was no sign of the towel lady, or anyone else for that matter. We had better make our move now. One by one, we slipped out of the steam room, slowly passing through the gym… all of us completely naked. I noticed that Sarah and Andrea had forgotten, or did not bother to retrieve their flip-flops. Maybe they wanted to feel the experience of walking barefoot through the hotel. Of course, I was the only one who was shaved bald, which made me feel the most exposed.

It was off to the elevators again, and the day was getting on, which meant an ever- increasing chance of being caught. This time it would be four nude girls, and none of us would have anywhere to hide. We walked in single file, but kept close together, certainly within proximity of physical contact. Maybe this made us feel reassured. I watched as Andrea would peer around a corner to make sure the way was clear, while next in line, Jean would place a nervous hand lightly on her back, keeping her pussy shielded with the other. I was right behind Jean, covering my breasts with both my palms. And I could tell Sarah wasn’t hiding anything, as I felt her hands grip my shoulders tight.

In this fashion, we progressed through the hotel hallways. But when we were in sight of the elevator doors opening, three teenagers stepped out, a girl and two guys. They were heading in the opposite direction, so we decided to make a break for it. Of course, they heard the pitter patter of our collective bare feet, and they casually turned their heads to look over their shoulders. They saw our naked bodies huddled together, all of our breasts bouncing as we ran, and there were whistles and catcalls. Somehow, Sarah pulled ahead of me, and I was the last inside. As I reached out to punch our room floor and hit the “close door” button, our spectators got a clear look at my frontal nudity.

We were breathless as the elevator car started moving up. I couldn’t speak for the other girls, but my body was absolutely tingling. Then again, I noticed that all my friends’ nipples were erect. I know mine were rock hard! While they kept their hands over their crotches, I continued to hold my bare breasts.

Then Andrea said, “Oh my gosh! That was so hot! I never thought streaking the hotel could be such a turn on…”

“Well, we’re not safe yet,” Jean said licking her lips. “We still have to make it to our room!”

Sure enough, when the doors opened on the twenty-first floor, there was a man and a woman waiting to get in. I ran past them with my arms crossed over my chest. I can’t really say what my friends chose to do, which parts of their bodies they tried to cover up. Or maybe someone shy like Sarah hid her face in embarrassment, effectively exposing everything!

“My goodness!” I heard the lady exclaim from behind.

I could feel the eyes of the man on all our tender bare behinds. We ran down the hallway totally nude, and I must have been blushing a deep shade of red. There might have been a commotion, but I just kept running. So I was the first to reach the door of our hotel room, which of course was locked. When a man passed by pushing a room service cart, I pressed my body flat against the door. He said I had a nice ass…

Finally I heard my friends scamper close behind me. Jean asked frantically who had the room key. Andrea did, thankfully managing to hold on to it the whole time.

“Hurry, swipe it through the slit!” Sarah urged.

Playful Andrea could not resist placing the card between my butt cheeks! My eyes went wide, but I moaned as the cool plastic slid down and touched my lower pussy lips from behind.

“Oops, wrong slit…” Andrea chuckled.

Then she used the key properly, and the door opened, allowing us to tumble safely inside. Jean had the presence of mind to shut it, and close the security latch. Obviously, the four of us had one single thought on our over-heated minds. Andrea and Sarah immediately jumped on the two beds. Our little black-haired friend nimbly found the bathroom, where she would have the most privacy. I was left standing frustrated in the middle of the room, as the other girls began masturbating.

Looking around desperately, I walked naked to the doors of the balcony, and opened them up with trembling hands. Once I stepped outside, the cool air rushed over my body, enhancing my excitement. I squeezed my breasts and let a hand slip greedily between my legs. Leaning against the terrace, I started rubbing and fingering my clit. With a massive orgasm, I made myself cum standing above the city streets.

This was one hotel adventure, I would not soon forget!

THE END

[okayterrific]

Jenna Goes Camping

by Helmhood

(Originally published Jun 17, 2009)

I decided to go camping with a group of friends. Actually, it was Andrea and Jean who convinced me to go with them. It was the weekend, and I was hoping to stay closer to home. Stressed out from work, I would have liked to relax in comfort, maybe do some shopping and then catch a movie.

But the two girls arrived at my place dressed in their denim shorts and hiking boots and told me that we had other plans. Since it was beautiful outside, they wanted to spend some time outdoors. With a little fuss, they finally made it clear that I did not have much of a choice.

"Jenna, go get your things packed, or I swear…" Andrea said firmly.

Jean giggled, "Or we will drag you out here and pull down your pants!"

"Oh, really?" I said, folding my arms across my chest.

"Maybe pull off her pants!" Andrea insisted. "Right here, on the front lawn."

"We might as well then take everything else off her," Jean said enthusiastically.

"All right, all right, I'll go camping with you!" I cried, backing up into my house.

Of course, I figured they were only kidding about their threat. Then again, I never could tell for sure. But if they were that serious about making this trip, then I certainly did not want to ruin their fun. So that's how I was talked into accompanying Andrea and Jean. I learned that we would be going to the Lake Davy Crockett Campground.

The first thing I did was find a backpack and head for my room where I stuffed it with spare clothing and other odds and ends. We were going camping, so I only needed the bare essentials. When that was done, I lowered my eyes to look down at what I was presently wearing. If we were going to be hiking through trails and walking around a lot, I figured I had better change into something more comfortable.

I immediately peeled down my jeans and threw them on the bed. Standing there in my panties, I was reminded of how close I might have come to losing these outside. And it would have been on my front lawn, too, possibly in front of my neighbors! I felt myself getting flustered and fanned my face with a hand. Then I looked around for a better pair of shorts.

A while ago I bought a pair of khakis that I thought would be rather nice. Pulling them out of my dresser, I realized I had not worn them very much. They were practically still new. And as I slid them up my legs, found it was a snug fit. The shorts came down to the tops of my thighs, and hugged my rear tightly, leaving little to the imagination. The cuffs were rolled up, which looked kind of cute. Checking myself in the mirror, I thought I looked like I was ready to go on safari.

"Hurry up, Jenna!" I heard the girls call after me impatiently.

So I grabbed the backpack, glancing in the bedroom mirror one last time. My hair was in a tight ponytail, which flew behind me as I ran out into the hallway. Then I took my house keys and joined Andrea and Jean outside. I clutched the straps of the pack with both hands, as the girls stood on either side of me.

"Those are cute shorts," Andrea commented.

She then moved behind me and cupped my bottom fully in her hands! She gave my cheeks a good squeeze, causing me to stand up on my toes.

"Hey!" I squealed, and then looked down at the ground.

In my rush to get out of the house, I had forgotten to put shoes on! I had been wearing sneakers that I kicked off before changing. But I didn't have time to find a proper pair of boots. Of course, it was warm out, so my feet weren't cold. And it wasn't until I was standing on the front lawn that I noticed my mistake.

"Um," I started to say bashfully, "I should run back inside and find some better shoes…"

Jean however shook her head. "No way, Jenna. We are ready to leave, and you are coming with us as you are! It's a good thing you didn't forget your pants! Besides, we are going camping, so it doesn't matter if you are barefoot. It will be more… natural."

With that, she tapped me on the tip of my nose as if I was a child. In fact, because I didn't have any shoes on, Jean was as tall as me since she was wearing thick-soled boots. Andrea, who was already taller than me, was now really in a dominating position. I just hoped she didn't get into a dominating mood.

The three of us headed over to Andrea's car parked on the street and I was left to crawl into the back seat. The girls had the rest of their camping equipment back here, but there was enough room for me. I felt a little embarrassed at first, although once we hit the open road, things seemed to be going well.

It was a pleasant drive, and again, such a lovely day. With the window rolled down, I enjoyed the rushing wind in my face. I was starting to think this was a great idea. We were having a good time, and before long, we arrived on the campgrounds. Now I was a little reluctant to get out of the car because I wasn't wearing any shoes. But Andrea had to register with the Ranger's office, and no one really noticed me.

Soon, we had our packs and gear and set off to find a spot to put up our tent. Along the trail, we passed a couple of guys who looked like they were college aged. I must have blushed when they checked out the length of my bare legs all the way down to my bare toes. Sneaking a glance over my shoulder, I saw that they had turned their heads as well to look at my rear.

Of course, Jean and Andrea were dressed in little denim shorts and also looked very sexy. I suppose three young women hiking out in the woods was a pretty appealing sight. Hopefully it would be safe.

Well, by the time we reached the clearing, we were all giggling and teasing each other. Andrea rolled out the tent, and I was kneeling on the ground to get a better look at how this thing was assembled. Somehow, between the three of us, we managed to pull the rods and shafts into place and hooked the canvas the right way so that the tent was pitched erect. As I was crawling on my hands and knees through the open flap, I couldn't help wiggling my butt. That got Jean to make another comment about guys pitching a tent, and we all laughed.

The truth was, after the work to get the tent set up, I was getting kind of turned on. I don't know why. Once I crawled the rest of the way inside, I flopped over on my back. It would be pretty crowded in here with the other girls, and we would practically be sleeping on top of one another. I closed my eyes and slowly traced a finger around my bellybutton. Then my hand started to wander… I even unbuttoned my khaki shorts.

Suddenly, Jean bounced into the tent and shook my leg! That was embarrassing, as I almost got caught with my hand down my pants.

"Come on, Jenna," she said. "We're going to take a walk through the trails."

Flustered, I scooted back a little and replied, "Oh, um, OK… just give me a second."

Jean disappeared through the tent flap, which gave me a chance to button my shorts again. I did not want them to fall down or easily slip off, especially with other campers around. When I made myself decent again, I crawled forward and joined my friends outside.

The girls giggled some more as I straightened to a standing position. I asked if I could borrow some shoes for the walk, but they refused me any foot-ware. In a way, this made me feel more childish, both the asking for permission and being denied. Then they led me down one of the trails leading away from our camp spot. I was careful to mark the direction we were going, in case we got lost.

It really was a beautiful day, and I couldn't complain about the pleasant hike. Somehow, being far from home and in the middle of nature like this was very enjoyable. I began to wonder why I had been reluctant to go on the trip in the first place. The trees surrounding us were lovely. We passed a natural rock formation and a little cave. Then we came to a babbling brook. It was more like a stream. Andrea suggested that we try to cross it.

"Let's see what's on the other side!" she said. "I think there are more camp grounds in that direction."

Well, of course, I was selected to test the water. At first, I was afraid that it would be too cold. But to my surprise, I was able to take a few steps into the stream, and it felt nice. There was kind of a clearing here, without much shade, and the rocks under my feet had been warmed by the sun. Now the water rushed over my ankles and calves causing a delightful sensation.

A few further steps away from the bank, and I found that the bottom began to slope much steeper. Soon the water would be rising up to my knees, and it looked like I would be wading at least waist deep before I reached the other side. So I turned around, and walked back to the girls.

"I don't think we will be able to cross here," I explained. "Unless we were going to swim across…"

At that remark, there was a moment of silence between the three of us. Andrea and Jean looked at each other as if they were actually considering. It seemed a hush had fallen over the woods, and I could hear my heart beating faster. Because I knew there was no way we could swim across the river in our clothes. And part of me felt that I did need to cool off a little.

"I am curious to find out what is on the other side," Jean finally spoke up.

The pretty Asian girl crouched down so she could begin untying the laces of her boots. When these were removed, she took off her socks as well. Andrea and I watched as she then poked a toe into the water and then moved a few feet into the stream.

It didn't take long before she came scampering back to us saying, "Oooh… I don't think I can make it! I'm too short. The water will easily come up to my bellybutton."

"What do you think she should do?" Andrea suddenly turned and asked me.

I held my breath in surprise for a second, and then responded, "Well, I guess she should take off her clothes…"

Jean's slanted eyes seemed to open up wide at the suggestion. But then she smiled and giggled. Swinging her head around, her long straight black hair streamed over her shoulder. It seemed like the three of us were alone out here, for now. There was no sign of anyone coming up the trail.

Our friend lowered her hands and looked down shyly as she unbuttoned her denim shorts. Jean pulled the material down her legs and stepped out of them. Hooking her thumbs inside her panties, she was able to peel them down her body as well. She stood before us, blushing, with her hands clasped over her pussy.

"Um… I think I will be able to keep my shirt on," she said, taking a step backward toward the stream.

Even though Jean was the shortest among us, she had large breasts. I found myself thinking what a shame that we would not get to see her boobs come out and play. Now Andrea and I watched as Jean turned around, giving us a full view of her rear bouncing playfully. With a splash, our friend hurried into the water, probably hoping that no one would see her.

Indeed, the level rose up to cover her butt. Soon she was submerged from her stomach down. I started wondering what she was feeling between her legs. Jean hiked up the hem of her shirt a little to keep it from getting wet. In this state, she was able to slowly wade across the width of the stream.

As soon as she reached the bank on the other side and started climbing out, Andrea shook my arm. "Now it's your turn, Jenna!"

"OK," I answered, although I was surprised how I did not even hesitate.

I guess watching Jean had given me more courage. Or maybe it was something else. But my fingers now found the familiar button of my khaki shorts and had them quickly undone. I let the shorts fall down my legs, kicking them off my bare feet. Then, like Jean had done, I hooked my thumbs into the elastic waistband of my panties and tugged them down my hips. I knew Andrea was seeing me from behind, so I wiggled my bare butt as it came into view. Bottomless, I stood before the stream in the clearing.

But I did one more thing.

I proceeded to pull my shirt completely off my body. In the next moment, I reached my hands behind my back to unhook my bra, and tossed this to the ground.

I was totally nude! It felt so liberating to be out here like this. Lifting my hands up to my breasts, I sensed my nipples growing hard in excitement. I glanced over my shoulder to see Andrea smile approvingly. This made me wonder how she would be joining us. Arching up on my toes, I moved forward to slowly enter the water.

When Jean spotted me, she squealed out loud, "Oh my God, Jenna… you took off ALL your clothes!"

I could only grin as I felt the stream rise up my legs, past my knees and thighs, all the way to my tummy as I pushed further ahead. In the middle of the clear running water, I was able to dunk down so I was completely submerged up to my shoulders. My tits seemed to float, and the feeling over my erect nipples was incredible!

Finding a gentle current, I was able to swim around a bit. I was actually skinny-dipping on the campgrounds! This probably was not allowed, but it felt so good! Drifting on my back, the bright sun beamed down on my body. I let the water rush over me, caressing my skin, tickling my pussy.

"Oh!" I gasped "Mmmmm…"

I turned over again and swam some more, with my bare butt sticking out of the water. Pushing my arms out front, I kicked my legs and continued to swim downstream. This was so crazy! I mean, it's normally not like me to just go and take off my clothes in a public place. But here I was, skinny-dipping so close to the camp trails. I decided to change direction and paddle closer to the bank near Jean.

She was sort of standing there, bouncing up on her toes, as she clasped both hands in front of her crotch. The pretty Asian girl looked around and then nodded at me. It was safe to get out. So I stood up, arms at my sides, and began walking forward. Water dripped from my totally nude body. When I stepped onto the grass on the other side of the stream, I shivered a little. But Jean was there to take my hands.

"Did you have fun, Jenna?" she asked.

"I did!" I laughed, and then I lifted my fingers to pinch the hem of her T-shirt. "Maybe you should take this item off, and go for a swim yourself!"

Jean held my wrists firmly and said, "I bet you would enjoy seeing that…"

Then my friend lowered her arm, and touched me on my shaved pussy! I was shocked, sucking in my breath, and letting out a small whimper. She even spread my pink lips apart, so she could tell how wet I was, and not just from the stream. I starting to get close to having an orgasm.

"Looks like skinny-dipping is pretty erotic for you!" Jean commented before withdrawing her hand.

I was now embarrassed again, and had to lower one hand to hide my pubic mound while hugging me breasts with my other arm. Here I was so naked, yet at least Jean was wearing a shirt to keep her boobs covered. We both turned to watch Andrea, waiting for her to swim across and join us.

But first our friend stopped to collect the pile of clothes I had left behind… all my clothes. And then she picked up Jean's shorts and her panties as well. I guess Andrea was going to find a safe place to put them. Jean and I continued to wait expectantly.

Andrea walked up to the opposite bank of the stream, facing us. We both seemed to clutch our hands in anxious anticipation. Our pussies were fully on display. In addition, my tits and nipples were sticking out.

"Well girls," Andrea called out with the bundle of our clothes in our arms, "See you back at camp!"

I looked at Jean, and even her almond shaped eyes were wide in surprise. Our friend must be joking! But all we could do was watch as Andrea headed back down the trail, taking everything I had, and almost everything that belonged to Jean. Again, I looked at her T-shirt with envy.

"Maybe we should go after her," Jean suggested nervously.

We stood there, and I still couldn't believe Andrea had done this. She now had a good head start, and if she was serious, we would likely have to chase her all the way back to the campgrounds. It was a long hike, and I was totally nude. Jean, on the other hand, was only bottomless. The more I thought about this, the more I felt humiliated, but also excited.

Just then, we heard voices, men's voices. We spun around and tried to cover up, me holding one arm across my breasts and keeping my other hand between my legs, while Jean cupped both her hands over her crotch. But the voices weren't coming from this side of the stream. Glancing over my bare shoulder, I could tell there were people coming down the trail.

"I guess we won't be following Andrea any time soon," I said as I started to move behind some bushes.

Jean crouched down in the grass, and looked over at me. "Unless we take a more scenic path back to our campsite…"

"More scenic?" I repeated, while carefully keeping a hand over my shaved pussy. "I really don't want to be seen like this!"

Then we were forced to fall silent as the two other campers came into view. It was a young man, probably about our age, and an older gentleman. They walked along the trail, heading the way Andrea had gone, practically following her footsteps. They passed by the stream, completely unaware of the undressed girls on the other side.

"That was close!" I said, realizing that I had been holding my breath, although my heart was beating faster.

Jean crawled over to me and looked up, "Listen, Jenna… it's obvious that hiking trail is used by a lot of people. We wouldn't make it two minutes before someone saw… every inch of you."

"Yeah, well, they would see your bare bottom, too!" I replied, and folded my arms across my naked breasts.

Now Jean climbed to her feet, brushing off her knees. She turned around again so that she could better scope out the area and get an idea of where we were. Looking at her round ass from this direction, I secretly slipped a finger inside my pussy. This was making me way too horny!

"Come on, nature girl," Jean continued to tease me. "Let's see what happens if we go this way…"

The pretty Asian young woman bravely pushed forward. I supposed she felt more confident because she had a top on. All she had to do was find a towel or something to wrap around her waist, and she would be decent. I crept after her a little more shyly, a little more reluctantly, knowing full well that I had nothing on at all.

This side of the water had more trees, and therefore the woods were denser. There did not appear to be any visible hiking trail. Lots of places to hide, that was for sure, but where were we going? I was afraid of getting lost, and then how would we ever get back to the campsite? But Jean seemed to think this was part of the larger park, and everything eventually connected.

And so we picked our way through the leaves and branches. I am ashamed to say, I had secretly hoped my friend would get her shirt snagged and ripped off, leaving her as naked as me. As it was, anyone could see my nipples were getting harder and harder with each step. Jean however remained very careful, her bare toes touching the earth lightly while she held her arms out in front and walked ahead. A couple of times, the branches swaying behind her tickled my privates, and I gasped. Because I was completely bare down there, I was extra sensitive.

Finally we reached the edge of the tree line. The two of us emerged onto a wide winding dirt path. Out from beneath the canopy of leaves, I looked up to check the position of the sun. It was still warm outside, but the light was going down in the west. At least we knew now that this trail would take us to the east side of the campgrounds, by keeping the sun at our backs. And it wasn't long before we came upon a signpost in the middle of the path that in fact gave very clear directions.

Jean studied the arrows for a minute, standing up on her tip toes so she could see better. I couldn't believe I was standing stark naked out here… right out in the open. My hands darted to cover my boobs and then sank down over my hairless pubic mound, as I tried to hide my nudity.

"Come on, Jean," I whined to my friend. "Which way to we go?"

Turning around, she tapped her chin and then pointed toward a branching trail. "The campgrounds are definitely in that direction."

With that, the pretty Asian young woman began to move forward, her round bare ass wiggling. How could she act so calm running around like this? I looked around for a few seconds, unsure if this was the right thing to do. Finally, I followed after her, with my whole body jiggling.

As we neared the end of the path, we could see the edge of some tents start to form. We walked a little further before I paused. My friend was still creeping forward, bottomless.

"Jean!" I called out. "Jean, I can't just walk in there like this!"

Her sleek black hair whipped around, as she came jogging back to me. She had her fists curled in little fists, arms swinging at her sides, and I could see her sexy trimmed patch of pubic hair.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked. "I thought maybe we could look around for something to wear, or at least cover up with."

I bit my lip in frustration, and finally had to lift both my hands to squeeze my bare breasts. "What if there are people..."

"Fine! You want me to enter the campsite by myself? I hope you appreciate what I'm doing for you." Jean said and stamped her foot on the ground.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I exclaimed, "Oh thank you, thank you!"

In fact, I was so grateful, I had to reach out and give my friend a hug. Our bodies rubbed against each other, and I felt her shirt press against my uncovered tits. Her pubic hair gently brushed and tickled my hairless pussy. Then Jean lowered her arms behind me so she could give my buttocks a good squeeze.

"Oh!" I gasped.

Jean pulled away from our embrace and giggled. "All this just to keep people from seeing your nice round ass!"

I blushed all over, from ears to toes, quickly turning my head as I had a sudden fear that someone might come walking up behind me. In the same motion I slung an arm over my boobs while hiding my crotch with a hand. When my other fingers squeezed my bare shoulder, I was reminded once again of my complete and total nudity.

Meanwhile, Jean had spun around and was scampering back sown the trail toward the campsite. I held my breath, listening over my beating heart to hear how she did. Hopefully she would be all right. I certainly did not want her to get into trouble. Thinking of that, I stepped off to the side, so that I was at least not standing in the middle of the path.

It seemed like forever that I waited out here like this. I was really embarrassed and getting more excited as each minute passed with me not wearing any clothes. Nervously, I continued to bounce on my toes, turning my head this way and that, trying to see any sign of my friend. Deep down, I knew she wouldn't just leave me stranded.

At long last, Jean returned. I watched her emerge back onto the trail, and saw that she was wearing shorts. They were blue, and appeared to hang loose about her hips. It didn't look like they fit well at all. She had to use both her hands to keep the shorts from falling down. It was kind of adorable the way she had her thumbs and fingers hooked into the belt buckle loops. I ran out to meet my friend, without covering up.

"Hee hee," I giggled. "It looks like you have to keep your hands to yourself now, Miss Jean!"

I paraded around naked in front of my friend, even turning my back to her and wiggling my butt. Then I faced her letting everything hang out. My nipples were so hard and sticking straight up. Normally, Jean would take this opportunity to pinch or grab at me.

"Well at least I'm covered up again," Jean reminded me. "Are you going to follow me so we can get some clothes for you?"

Even though I was feeling sexy, I looked down and saw my body getting aroused. "Yeah, I guess we better do that."

I figured since she had managed to find these shorts, it must be pretty safe at the campsite. While I did not like the idea of borrowing other people's clothes, I thought once we returned to our own tent and got dressed properly, then we could bring these items back. So I stepped on my tiptoes behind Jean, just like when we were walking through the woods.

With the curvy young Asian woman in front of me, I did not immediately see the layout of the camp as we left the trail. I was sure she knew where she was going. We must have walked right into the middle of the grounds, with three green tents surrounding us.

Then Jean stopped and said out loud, "Here she is, boys!"

Immediately, I lifted my head and looked around. The tent flaps opened, and out crawled a number of young teenage boys. They must have been scouts, and there were three in each tent! Jean scurried off to the side leaving me standing alone and in shock. Then I watched as three more boys walked from behind one of the trees. A little older, about sixteen, they must have been camp counselors.

Now the twelve campers formed a wide circle around me. I had tried so hard not to get caught running around in the nude this afternoon, but suddenly a dozen boys were getting an eyeful. Both my hands reached up to cover my breasts as I turned in a slow circle. All I could think of was how erect my nipples were right now.

Finally, I called out to my friend, "Jean! How could you trick me like this?"

The pretty Asian young woman threw her head back and giggled. "Well, it was part of the arrangement we made so I could get these shorts to wear."

"You mean you made a deal with these guys?" I asked, remembering to lower a hand so I could cup my shaved pussy.

Jean moved closer to me, but she was still behind the line of campers. "First they wanted me to take off my top, and see me completely naked. But I told them I had a friend waiting just outside who was already bare from head to toe. And I mean really bare! Plus, I told them they could have a little fun with you..."

"What kind of fun?" I asked with my eyes wide, rubbing my toes bashfully behind one leg.

My friend continued to make her rounds through the camp and said, "I guess that depends on how creative these boys are!"

I was desperately trying to hide my boobs and crotch. There was no way I could run, because the campers had me completely surrounded. No matter which way I turned, they all saw my ass. So I decided to stay in one spot and in a position that would allow the most modesty.

But then one of the scouts looking at me said, "Place your hands over your head."

"You have to do what they say," Jean giggled. "That was part of the deal."

This was so embarrassing. But slowly I lifted my arms... all the way to the sky, and then locked my fingers on top of my head. My elbows stuck out to either side, and I kept my ankles together.

"How about you spread your legs a little," another boy suggested.

I didn't want to, but I could already feel myself getting hot. And I just wanted to get this over with. So I moved my feet apart, until my legs were about shoulder width distance. At the same time, I still had my hands on my head. Then I arched up on my bare tip-toes, and that's when the comments started.

"Nice tits!"

"Look at her butt!"

"She is so NAKED!"

"And she sure is smooth..."

I opened my eyes, and found that the scouts had moved closer. Even though there were twelve of them, the boys seemed to be all around me. I turned my head, glancing over a bare shoulder. Some of the campers were kneeling or crouching on the ground so they could get a better view of me. I couldn't stand not being able to hide my nudity! But I think they knew the longer I stayed like this, the more horny I was growing.

One of the scouts looked over at Jean, who was watching all of this with a big grin on her face, and asked, "What should we do with her now?"

"Maybe you could practice some rope-tying skills," my friend suggested, still holding up her loose-fitting shorts.

"Jean!" I squealed in protest.

Immediately I brought my arms down, elbows blocking my naked boobs. I had about enough of this, and was ready to go. But where would I run? As far as I could tell, we were nowhere near our camp site, and I still didn't have any clothes to wear. Thinking of this, I shyly lowered one hand to cover my pussy. But the boys didn't seem to mind my state of confusion as they were suddenly moving about in search of a new activity.

Two of the young men found stakes that they drove into the ground. They were more like large wooden poles. I guessed they used these to hang laundry, or for cooking spits, maybe even putting up tents. But once they pounded them into the earth, each stake stood about five feet high. Some of the other boys were sent off to find some coil.

One of the scouts came up to me, and told me to walk between the two wooden poles. I looked at Jean, but she only giggled and nodded her head that it would be all right. The boy then told me to make sure I walk slowly. I don't know why I do these things, or how I get into such situations. But clasping my hands in front of my crotch, I very slowly moved forward. With a glance behind me, and I saw that the camper simply wanted to enjoy my curvy rear. Even walking slowly, my juicy ass bounced around teasingly.

Once I stood between the two stakes, another scout came up to my side. He told me I was very pretty. And while I was blushing, he gently lifted one arm, and began to tie my wrist to the pole.

"Hey!" I said, startled and shocked.

Before I realized it, one of the boys approached from behind and took my other arm. He pulled this against the other pole, not hurting me at all, but simply started to tie a cord around my wrist. I struggled a little bit, which only caused my boobs to bounce up and down. Now that my arms were separated and spread wide apart, I was completely on display. I felt so humiliated!

"Jean... what's going on?" I tried to look for my friend, to see if she would help me.

The Asian young woman walked up to me, still holding up her own loose-fitting shorts. "I'd say it looks like you are being tied up! And it appears these scouts did a good job with the knots..."

"But why?" I asked, unable to pull my arms away from the wooden poles.

Jean only turned to face the boys and called out, "Who wants to be the first to spank Jenna!"

My eyes went wide, and I danced up on my toes. There was nothing I could do, though, but watch as the young men between the ages of thirteen and sixteen as they slowly formed a line behind me. At least now no one was staring at my full frontal nudity. Instead, they would have a complete unobstructed view of my bare backside.

I held my breath and waited, until I heard footsteps just over my shoulder. Turning my head slightly, I tried to see what was happening. My fingers clenched and toes curled as I prepared for the impact. The first set of hands grabbed my ass and squeezed...

"Oh... ah!" I moaned, having my tender bottom rubbed in public.

And then the spanking started.

SMACK! SMACK!

Two quick slaps on each cheek caused me to jiggle and yelp. Then the boy moved around to the side, in order to let the next scout have his turn.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

This one was hard and fast, and I was starting to get an uncomfortable feeling in my tummy. Like I was building toward an orgasm. I could only imagine that my butt was turning nice and pink. My feet separated, so that my legs were about shoulder-width apart.

SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK!

Oh God, they were continuing to spank me, and now the first two boys were watching. The next camper moved behind me and started to rub my ass again. He even slipped a hand between my legs.

"Jean... if they don't stop," I whimpered, "I think I'm going to cum!"

My friend only announced to the handful of campers standing in front, and the line of those still waiting to get their hands on me, "You hear that boys? Lets' see if she can hold out until everybody has their turn!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Everybody?" I gasped in disbelief, having lost count of how many had spanked me so far.

SMACK! SMACK!

My butt bounced, and my boobs shook around. Each of the scouts who had their turn, could now see how erect my nipples were. I started to buck my hips. It wouldn't be long before I had an embarrassing climax in front of this group.

I stuck my butt out, waiting for the next set of hands that would send me over the edge. Then I wearily raised my head, just in time to see a group of people entering the clearing. There was a line of adults, and it looked like they were going on a hike, led by a woods guide! My immediate thought was to cover myself... only I couldn't lower my arms, as they were tied to the wooden poles!

Glancing over my shoulder, I watched as the dozen boys who had been playing with me suddenly ran!

"Hey... come back here!" I called out. "You have to untie me!"

I struggled a little, and kicked my feet almost like a little girl throwing a tantrum. Except, I was naked, and only ended up wiggling my hips and jiggling my breasts. Staring straight ahead, I saw now that there were thirty people entering the campgrounds! They looked at me and froze in shock. I lowered me eyes, blushing, realizing that they were seeing ALL of me.

Fortunately, Jean was at my side in a flash. Quite literally, as her loose shorts fell down to her feet when she reached up to untie the cords around my wrist. She was now bottomless as her fingers worked the knot. The pretty Asian young woman glanced briefly over at the gathering crowd, who probably did not know what to make of this sight. I certainly didn't want to get taken in by the Park Ranger's office!

"They tied these knots pretty good, huh?" Jean commented as she worked furiously with her fingers.

I licked my lips and said, "Just hurry..."

Finally, my friend was able to loosen the rope enough, so that I could pull my hand free. Now I swung around, bringing my body behind the other pole. I almost felt like a stripper in front of all these people. Had the stake been smooth metal instead of wood, I think I might have started to gyrate my hips and grind my crotch, wrapping my legs around it. Together, Jean and I undid the cords on my other hand, letting them slip to the ground.

Free at last, I stepped to the side and shook out my hands. The ropes had not been too tight, but my arms had been stretched out for what seemed the longest time. All the while, receiving a public spanking, which reminded me to look over my shoulder. My bottom was glowing a nice rosy pink. Then I lifted my head, and my eyes grew wide in amazement.

Jean, who already had the borrowed shorts down around her ankles, now stepped out of them! She turned her head to regard the crowd of people. Then, facing me, she began to pull her shirt up and over her head. This all was happening so fast, even though I felt like we were moving in slow motion. In the next instant, little Jean had tossed away her top and was standing in front of me fully nude.

"Come on, Jenna," she said in explanation. "Follow my lead..."

The pretty Asian girl spun around, at the same time swinging an arm over her big boobs and covering up her landing-strip pubic hair with her other hand. She then began to run forward, letting her sleek black hair stream out behind her. I watched her bouncing butt for a moment, and then realized that she wanted me to do the same.

"Streaker! Streaker!" Jean yelled out as she pushed herself toward the crowd of people.

Following her lead, I cradled my breasts in one arm, while shyly hiding my bald pussy from the strangers watching us.

Someone else picked up on the possibility of this being a public nudity stunt and called out "Streakers! Streakers!"

Now one by one the others began to whistle and cheer, clapping their hands and pointing. Jean and I ran in a circle around the campground, and I was so embarrassed because my bottom was still red from the spanking. The two of us, completely nude, made our way closer to the path that led back to the hiking trails. We had to slip past plenty of playful hands that decided to get a quick feel of our female bodies.

"Oh!" I gasped at being pinched and grabbed.

In front of me, Jean squealed as someone slapped her naked ass. The whole thing was like a blur of grinning faces, outstretched arms and tickling fingers, and then finally leaves and branches once we made it safely onto the path. But we had to keep moving straight ahead! This was it, Jean and I jiggled side by side, running through the park without any clothes!

It was still daylight out and people passing us on the trail sure got an eyeful. There were families and couples and other friends who were hiking. We just ran by them all. I never thought so many people in so short a time would get to see me NAKED! After a while, we stopped covering up so we could pump our arms as our legs carried us quickly through the park.

"Jean, are you sure you know where we are going?" I puffed and asked Jean, with my nipples sticking straight out accusingly.

The pretty Asian young woman had to catch her breath before answering, "Yeah... I think our spot was just around the next bend in the trail."

If we were that close to our tent and camp area, maybe we should have slowed down and entered more carefully. But instead, the two of us continued to jog ahead. We burst into a clearing that seemed familiar, and found ourselves surrounded by more than half a dozen young men and women, about our age.

As Jean and I bashfully tried to cover up our nudity with our hands, there were more cheers and comments. And of all those who were whistling and calling out, the loudest was none other than Andrea.

"Oh you two are precious!" Andrea said as she approached us, laughing so hard. "Went skinny dipping and lost all your clothes! You, too, Jean? How funny!"

We tried to explain, but our friend only took each of us by the hand. In this way, she paraded us by all the strangers enjoying the view of our bouncing breasts and wiggling butts. At least she took us back to our camp and we were able to slip inside the tent.

"Jenna also got spanked," Jean said when the three of us were close together under the canvas.

I was so embarrassed!

"Oh really?" Andrea only asked amused. "Let me have a look."

Although I was humiliated and nearly spent, I moved around so I could lie face down over Andrea's lap. I was stretched out fully nude while she ran a hand down my back and rubbed my bottom.

"Bad Jenna!" Jean giggled.

In response, Andrea started to paddle my behind with her bare hand. But she did it in a way that was playful and felt so good. I brought my fist to my mouth as I squealed beneath her touch, and slowly started grinding my pussy in her lap. I was very sensitive down there, and it did not take me long to orgasm.

At Jean's suggestion, later that night, Andrea made me sleep outside the tent.

And I was not given back my clothes.

THE END

[okayterrific]

Jenna the Babysitter

by Helmhood

(Originally published Feb 15, 2015)

Over the summer I needed to earn some extra money. So I looked through the classifieds and found an ad that was seeking a caregiver, someone to babysit their children. I noticed from the phone number that the location was in a very wealthy part of town. That made sense, because the compensation they were offering was outstanding. For just a Saturday afternoon, how hard could it be?

I picked up the phone, and the father answered, introducing himself. Actually, I half expected that I would get a voicemail and need to leave a message. Instead, I was nervous replying to the man.

“Hello, sir, my name is Jenna Burlinski and I am calling about the ad in the paper,” my voice trembled a little, but I tried to remain confident.

The man explained the position, went over some of the details, and what was expected of me. He asked a few questions, and then wanted to know if I was available for this weekend. I told him I was up for it. Thinking I would probably have to be interviewed along with other candidates, I was surprised to hear him offer me the job right there.

Giddy, I hung up the phone after accepting. My mind was a whirlwind as I started to plan activities his son and daughter. I could hardly wait to get through the rest of the week.

Saturday morning, I woke up early and took a long shower. For some reason, perhaps feeling a bit frisky, I shaved off all my pubic hair. Combing out the brown hair on my head, I decided to tie it back in a ponytail because I thought that would be fun and playful for the children. Then I stepped into my room to pick out what I would wear. After pulling on a pair of bra and panties, I found a dark skirt that was not too tight. I thought this was a good choice, just in case I had any accidents. If they spilled any food or drinks, it would not be noticeable.

Once I buttoned and zipped up the shirt hugging my figure, I checked my backside in the mirror. At thirty-four years old, my bottom was well-rounded, no question about it. I bounced up and down on my toes a little, watching my butt jiggle under the skirt. Secretly, I hoped the father, who I learned was single and raising his son and daughter by himself, would think I was sexy.

Blushing, I quickly reached for a sleeveless white blouse that was hanging over the back of a chair. I buttoned this up, but left the top two open, since it was warm outside after all. Hopping onto my bed, I slid on a pair of burgundy sandals that had ankle straps. I thought about putting on some jewelry, but I was afraid I might lose small items while running after children. So I would be bare except for the clothes I was wearing, I giggled to myself.

As I grabbed my purse and hurried out the door, the ponytail was flopping on the back of my neck. I didn’t want to be late. Moving to the car, I started out for the drive that would take me into an affluent neighborhood, one I’ve never been around much before. The directions the father gave me were accurate, and within an hour, I arrived at the place.

Nervous, I waited a few minutes to calm myself. I checked my face in the rearview mirror again. Light brown eyebrows were raised, my lips were full. I hoped I looked pleasing enough so that the children would not tease me. Shaking my head, I reminded myself that I had to take control if I was going to be a successful babysitter.

Slowly, I stepped out of the car and made my way up to the large house. From the expanse of the front lawn, I could tell that the backyard would also be rather large. And this is where I would be spending all day with them. I took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell. A tall, distinguished, but not quite middle-aged man opened the door.

“Hello, sir,” I said, looking up. “I’m Jenna…”

The man greeted me after a brief pause to look me over, and asked, “Would you like a tour of the house? Please, come inside.”

I followed him as we started to pass through the various rooms of the home. He gave me some background about the neighborhood and also talked about his daughter, Brianna, and his son, Michael. I tried to listen very carefully as we reached a wide, sweeping staircase that led upstairs. Of course, I was very impressed with the layout of the house and how clean it was and nicely furnished.

We concluded the tour of the upstairs rooms, and then he brought me down to the main level again. It was when we walked into the kitchen, I discovered Brianna waiting for us.

“Who’s this?” the fourteen-year-old girl asked, almost sneered at me.

Her father answered, “Honey, this is Jenna Burlinski. She is going to be babysitting you and your brother.”

I tried to smile and wave at the young lady, but she only folded her arms. Given her age, I had the impression she thought she was too old to have a babysitter. Definitely, I sensed some resentment from her. I would try to be especially nice, but retain a firm hold on my authority.

Just as Brianna’s father was asking where Michael was, the boy entered the kitchen behind me.

“Who’s this?” he inquired, just like his sister.

His voice nearly startled me, and I turned around to face the twelve-year-old. Michael was at that stage, just on the cusp of puberty. He was shorter than me and a little chunky, but would probably start filling out more as he grew older. I could tell that he also thought he was a big boy and did not need the supervision of a stranger. But clearly, their father had his hands full.

“My name is Jenna,” I smiled and extended my hand to the little gentleman, this time introducing myself.

Michael did not return the gesture. A glance from his father, and the man offered me a sort of apologetic expression. He then went on to tell his children to behave today and not give me any trouble. I sensed the rolling of the eyes immediately, but daughter and son both agreed. With that, he gave me some final instructions before leaving the house.

I followed him to the front door, and said goodbye again, assuring that all would be well. Maybe I was more trying to convince myself. Inwardly, I kept telling myself that I had to stay in command and earn the children’s respect. From there, I watch their father pull away in his car. The next moment, I was alone with Brianna and Michael. When I turned around, they were standing right in back of me.

“Well, then,” I started, clasping my hands together, “what shall we do today?”

Brianna shrugged her shoulders, but her brother answered, “I’m going to my room.”

“That doesn’t sound like much fun,” I said with a shake of my head. “It’s a beautiful day outside. Why don’t we go in the backyard?”

The daughter was wearing jeans and cute red sneakers, with no socks. She had on a t-shirt, which was appropriate for this time of year. Her light brown hair made me think she would enjoy getting some sun. But the girl only reacted with disinterest. Finally, I decided I needed to take charge.

“All right, come with me,” I announced, then gave Michael a shrewd look, “… both of you.”

I swiftly turned on my heel and proceeded down the hallway. Not even waiting for the twelve and fourteen-year-old, I expected them to follow. In this way, I was asserting myself and making it clear that I would be a strict but fair babysitter. To my pleasant surprise, I heard the sound of their shuffling footsteps behind me.

And then Brianna said, “She’s got a big butt.”

Well, I nearly stopped in my tracks. It’s not that I was under any illusion she was sweet and innocent. But I did not expect such a bold and rude remark! I was certainly caught off guard. So I kept moving, flustered, and finding my way into the dining room without scolding the child. That was probably a big mistake. However, I did not know how to respond to being suddenly disrespected.

Lost in the in the splendor of the formal chamber, I spun around. There was a media room and a game room connecting on either side. Michael still had this silly grin on his face, like he was amused by his sister’s comment. A slender girl herself, Brianna just looked up at me.

“So how much is my dad paying you?” the girl asked.

I could feel my power slipping away, already unnerved by the way she addressed me. “We have a business arrangement, Brianna. I don’t think you need to know that information.”

The fourteen-year-old smirked. “But you are being paid well?”

“Yes,” I admitted. “Your father was very generous.”

“Dad spoils us,” Michael then inserted himself into the discussion. “But you haven’t earned your money yet, Jenna.”

His sister was quick to pick up on the implication. “That’s right. And the thing you have to remember as our babysitter… is that you work for us!”

Her tone took me back, and I replied defensively, “No, I work for your father…”

“Well he is not around,” Michael pointed out, “so you take orders from us, otherwise we will tell him you did not do a good job.”

Brianna nodded, “You have to do whatever we say.”

“That’s not the way it is supposed to work…” I started to mumble.

But the girl was already looking past me. I followed her eyes, drawn to a beautiful light fixture hanging above the polished dining room table. It was one of those elaborate pieces, almost a chandelier, with the glass bulbs shaped like tongues of flame. Michael had already turned on the switch after talking to his sister.

“I think one of the bulbs is out,” Brianna pointed. “Get up there and change it.”

“I’m not the housekeeper,” I laughed, unsure what she had in mind.

That seemed to annoy the young teenager. “It doesn’t matter, Jenna, you have to do what we say. Now climb up on the table, or else I will tell Dad that you were not a good babysitter.”

I looked up at the lights, and then back at Brianna. This was ridiculous. The next thing I know, she would tell me to sweep the kitchen floor, or make her bed! Well, I decided to let it go. After all, how hard could it be to change a light bulb? I started to pull one of the elegant chairs away from the table and prepared to lift myself higher.

“Wait!” Michael stopped me. “You can’t climb the furniture with your shoes on.”

The lighter-haired young lady agreed. “Take off your sandals before you get up there.”

“Fine,” I grumbled and plopped my bottom on the cushion of the seat.

Although, I had to admit, the children did have a point. While not heels, the bottom of my shoes would very likely scuff the finish of the dining table. Not to mention it would probably be easier to balance without them on. So I rested one ankle across my knee and undid the straps. My burgundy sandal dropped to the floor and then I took off the other one. Now I stood up, wiggling my toes.

Brianna and Michael seemed satisfied, as if they had won a small victory against their babysitter, and they allowed me to climb up the chair. Giving them a glare to let them know there would be no more fooling around, I braced my hands on the high back, then stepped onto the seat. From there, it was another step onto the long table. I walked very carefully until I was directly under the light fixture. It was higher above my head than I thought, which meant I had to stand up on my bare toes. I was felt self-conscious about my legs on display beneath the hem of my skirt as I reached up with my arms.

Michael was in one of the other chairs pulled close to the table, leaning forward on his elbows. I could see the two of them when I glanced down out of the corner of my eye.

“Stop peeking up her skirt!” Brianna scolded her brother mildly.

I immediately blushed bright red. Yet I remained standing, arms stretched high as I fiddled with one of the light bulbs. Then I heard her continue chatting and tease.

“Is she wearing panties?” she asked.

The twelve-year-old told her that I was, and described my underwear truthfully. Black and lacy, I was completely embarrassed at how much he was seeing. I could tell that he was straining to look up, encouraged by his sister. He was obviously amused by other thoughts.

“I wonder how much she weighs?” the boy said. “And if the table will hold her for long.”

Another reference to my big bottom, but Brianna quickly answered, “Oh, this table is sturdy enough. Solid oak, or something.”

Barefoot and giving an unintentional up-skirt, I finally twisted the fancy bulb. To my surprise, it lit up, matching the rest of the fixture.

“Oh!” I gasped. “The bulb was only loose…”

Then I let go, and relaxed my stance. Dropping back on my heels, I lowered my arms in relief. Again, ever mindful not to slip or damage the table, I slowly moved my body down and actually swung my legs over the side.

Michael saw them dangling bare and shapely, and asked, “Are you ticklish, Jenna?”

“What?” I was shocked and realizing these two were going to be more than a handful. “No! I mean… I don’t know… that’s none of your business.”

The teenage girl giggled. “I bet she is.”

Well, before this went any further, I slid to the floor. At once, I prepared to retrieve my sandals and get them on again. For some reason, I could feel more of my authority slipping away by the second. And then Brianna went all serious.

“I don’t like your babysitter outfit,” she informed me, “dull clothes and boring colors. Not fashionable or trendy. I would be ashamed to be seen with you at the mall.”

The young lady continued to insult me, as I just stood there, frozen on the spot. Maybe without a mother around, she felt somehow threatened by me? I was trying to analyze and figure the reason behind her attitude, not sure how to correct her behavior. Then she was telling Michael to wait here while she went with me to find something to wear.

I was speechless as Brianna took my hand, or how willingly I slipped my fingers into hers. She was twenty years younger than me, yet she was suddenly leading me out of the dining room and through the house! The whole time, she talked to me like I was the little girl.

Finally we reached the end of the hallway, and I was pushed into what turned out to be a rather magnificent bathroom. It was certainly spacious and nicely tiled. The tub looked like a Jacuzzi. I just had a moment to see my reflection in the mirror over the vanity, when Brianna closed the door, standing outside herself.

“I’m going to find you something better to wear,” she called back to me. “Start getting undressed.”

And then I heard her footsteps scurrying away. Well, at least the girl was allowing me the decency of some privacy. I didn’t have the chance to question her, nor did I really know what to say. So I began unbuttoning my sleeveless blouse. How bad could it be? The teenager probably just had some more casual outfits that she would prefer. Maybe all they wanted was me to be more like a playmate than a babysitter. I shrugged my shoulders, and placed the shirt on the counter.

Then I unbuttoned my skirt, letting it drop down my bare legs. I hoped this was not some sort of trick. As if the brother and sister were off doing their own thing and would leave me to come look for them. Although, I had my clothes right here, I thought reassuringly. Everything was well in hand. Still, I blushed standing there in my black panties and matching bra. Again, I watched myself in the high mirror, my bellybutton on display.

Suddenly I heard a knock at the bathroom door. I crept over, and opened it just a bit, holding onto the knob. It was Michael and he put his face in the space between the door and the opening.

“Hey!” I squealed, ducking back fully behind the door. “I thought you were waiting in the dining room?”

The boy did not try to force his way in, but answered back, “I have to use the bathroom. Are you done yet?”

“No!” I replied, annoyed and embarrassed, hiding in my underwear. “Isn’t there another one you can use?”

Michael grumbled and said fine, before stomping back down the hallway. With a sigh of relief, I shut the door closed. But in a few moments, there came another knock. I couldn’t believe he would be so persistent. Having already looked up my skirt, I began to worry that he might grow curious and want to see more. And then I heard it was Brianna, calling for me to open up.

“Hand me your stuff,” the fourteen-year-old demanded. “I have something for you to change into.”

Grabbing my skirt and blouse, I paused. “But, why, Brianna? Why must I give you the clothes I was wearing?”

Michael’s sister rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration. “I’m letting you borrow one of my things, so you should let me hold onto yours in exchange. That’s only fair.”

I shook my head silently, not quite agreeing, but not willing to argue the point. The sooner we finished this charade, the sooner I would hopefully have a nice playful sundress to throw over me, I imagined. So shoving my arms through the opened door again, I let Brianna take the articles of clothing. I waited for her to pass through her selection in return.

After a half a minute, she replied, “Underwear, too, Jenna.”

“Oh, please not that!” I protested any further stripping.

The teenager remained defiant. I then realized with a chilling understanding the position she had put me in. Unless I agreed to her terms, which would allow me to cover up again, I would be forced to confront the children in my bra and panties. In addition, Brianna had an understated way of reminding me that a bad word from her or her brother could make their father displeased. This did give them a measure of control over me.

At the same time, I had made a promise to myself that I would not get naked. I was determined to hold onto my dignity. So looking around the well-furnished bathroom, I found a nice white towel to wrap around my body. Once it was snugly in place, I reached a hand under so I could tug and wiggle and draw my black panties down my legs. Then I did the same, slipping fingers beneath the soft cloth to get at my bra. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this. But with a bit of effort and a shrug, the garment came off.

Now I was wearing only the towel. It held just above my smaller breasts, keeping my shoulders bare, and fell to the tops of my thighs. It was wide enough to cover the curves of my bottom sticking out behind me. I made sure nothing was showing, checking myself in the mirror. Satisfied, I picked up my last two items from the floor.

It seemed Brianna’s patience was growing thin, as I opened the door to find her expressing annoyance for taking so long. I said nothing at first, dropping the delicate material in her hands. Looking around nervously, I was conscious of my toes on the tiles. Finally I asked the girl to give me something to put on.

Michael’s sister grinned and handed me something small. “Here you go!”

“What’s this?” I asked staring in horror at the brief fabric I clutched in my hands.

“I wore those when I was twelve,” Brianna laughed, “but not since then. Let’s see how they fit on you.”

A pair of little girl panties, they were fresh and clean, and appeared very tiny. Turning over and over again, I saw a red heart on the white crotch area, and in back there was a cartoon unicorn. The elastic waistband was red as well.

“These will never fit me!” I gasped.

At that moment, I felt very vulnerable. She had taken all my clothes. Despite how I tried to be a good babysitter, I had lost everything and felt helpless to resist her. At least I still kept the towel. Slowly I lifted a foot and prepared to pull on the embarrassing underwear.

Thankfully, just two years ago, Brianna must have been a chubby girl. She clearly started developing and losing her baby fat, to where she was now a slender and attractive young teenager. In a couple of more years, she would be breaking the hearts of plenty of high school boys. What this meant for me is that I was able to slide a leg into her panties without ripping them, and then managed the other side. They would be tight, no doubt, and I struggled as I wiggled them up my thighs. Standing on my toes, I twisted and pulled the panties over my jiggling butt, hands under the hem of the towel the whole time. I felt the cotton snap into place, as best as I could, then let out a deep breath.

So now I was wearing a towel, with a pair of childish panties underneath. “OK, where is the rest?”

Brianna looked at me through the open doorway. “Give me the towel.”

“Come on, this has gone far enough,” I complained to the girl. “Let me have a dress or anything to put over these silly things.”

The fourteen-year-old nearly whirled on me. “That is no way to speak to you betters, young lady! Those panties, which I was generous enough to let you borrow, are the only clothes you are allowed. And a towel isn’t clothes! So give it over, before we march back down the hallway.”

I was stunned by her words. She had effectively reduced me to a little girl, to the point I almost wanted to cry. My fingers grasped the front of the white towel desperately, while I tugged on my ponytail with my other hand.

“But… but… I’ll be topless!” I stammered.

“I don’t care,” Brianna snapped her fingers and held out her hand. “Towel, or else I take everything.”

I immediately unfurled the cloth, and whipped it around so it could be presented to the young lady. In the same motion, I hugged both arms over my breasts. I could feel my back so bare and exposed. Then I glanced over at the mirror, and for the first time, saw the extent of the embarrassing panties Brianna was making me wear.

They were small. The cotton stretched and strained across my hips. Almost all of my thighs were on display. And it was only because I had a bald pussy that no pubic hair peeked out of the front. In fact, the triangle of material with a bubbly red heart just barely covered my vulva. From behind, it was not quite a thong. But it was close. The fabric rode up between my cheeks, the waistband starting below by lower back. There was little left to the imagination about how curvy my bottom was. Twisting to see the reflection, I blushed uncontrollably at the sight of the unicorn’s face on my butt.

“All right, I’m bringing your things upstairs to my bedroom,” Michael’s sister informed me. “Wait for me back in the dining room.”

I followed her steps obediently. In this way, I found myself walking through house only now wearing little girl panties. I still kept my arms crossed at the wrists in front of me, shielding my chest. This helped prevent my breasts from jiggling and showing my nipples. If their father saw me now, I think I would die of shame!

The two of us came to a staircase, and here Brianna left me standing. I watched as her hand glided up the bannister, my clothes and the towel bundled in her other arm, as she continued to the second floor balcony. My eyes were transfixed for a moment wondering what if would be like to be somehow suspended over the railing in just these silly panties. A cord perhaps attached to the back as if I were dangling helplessly in front of all their friends. But after a minute of daydreaming, I realized that I was alone, feeling humiliated once I started to make my way down the hall again so scantily dressed.

As soon as I passed the kitchen, Michael spotted me while he was getting a snack for himself. I could already hear him chuckling and making some sort of comment as I hurried to get to the dining room. Curious, the boy continued after me.

He confronted me after I backed against the long table. I kept both hands up, cupping my breasts, while conscious of how much I was showing. His eyes were drawn to the heart on the front of Brianna’s panties, and then he looked up at me.

“Boobies!” her brother laughed.

“No!” I tried to correct him, as I rubbed the toes of one foot behind my other leg. “You will not be seeing my boobies!”

The boy was smug, instinctively understanding that he had me in a precarious position. “Oh yeah? Then you will have to keep holding your hands up there.”

Michael approached me with fingers wiggling and a big grin on his face. I tried to move back further, but there was nowhere for me to go, with the table against my butt. And then suddenly, he had his hands on my hips and spun me around. So shocked by his actions, I was almost leaning forward, still clutching my breasts, but bottom now sticking out. He brought his hand across the back of Brianna’s girly underwear, on that silly cartoon unicorn face. The twelve-year-old started to spank me.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” I squealed, kicking out my bare foot a little.

It was not terribly forceful, but it was absolutely humiliating! Michael’s hand didn’t make contact with skin, although I could feel the sting through cotton panties. Most troubling of all, a part of me loved it.

Then Brianna walked into the dining room. Rather than scold her brother, she directed her disapproval at me.

“All right, Jenna, that’s enough playing around,” the teenage daughter said. “Climb up on the table again.”

As Michael took a step away from me, I lifted a leg, bringing my knee to the tabletop. Somewhat grateful that she had intervened, because I truly did not know what was going to happen with her brother. So I did not question why Brianna was making me do this. Standing up fully, I crossed my arms and hugged my chest, facing directly the children below.

“May I put some clothes on?” I ask submissively.

“No,” Brianna replied firmly. “You are just a baby.”

That made her brother laugh. “Ha ha, everyone look at Baby Jenna!”

“Please stop,” I could feel my words choking up. “I’m not… I’m not Baby Jenna…”

The fully dressed fourteen-year-old folded her arms. “Then who are you?”

“I’m your babysitter… Jenna Burlinski,“ my voice quivered.

Now the two of them smiled and looked at one another. What happened next, I couldn’t believe. First Brianna, and then Michael, they started to mock my name in a sing-song style. Over and over, and over again…

“Jen-na Bur-lin-ski… Jen-na Bur-lin-ski…” they teased. “ Jen-na Bur-lin-ski… Jen-na Bur-lin-ski…”

This continued, as the boy and girl even started to dance around the dining room table. And all I could do was stand there in the small panties, listening. The little girl underwear that hugged my bottom so tight and barely covered my slit, leaving all of my thighs exposed. I was tempted to lift both hands to cover my ears, but that would mean revealing my breasts and nipples, which at that moment were very hard. A blush spread over my body.

“Jen-na Bur-lin-ski…” one final refrain from Brianna and Michael, then they were back looking up at me.

The girl held up her hand. “Wait… do you hear that?”

All three of us were quiet then, because even I strained to listen to whatever Brianna had heard. My eyes were wide, tits covered, and toes curled nervously on the polished table. Very faint, I did think I picked up the sound of some chimes, or bells, that I could not place. Then brother and sister regarded each other, faces lit with excitement.

“Ice-cream Man!” Michael shouted.

His older sister turned to me and held out her hand, as if to help me down. “Come along, Baby Jenna, we are going to get some ice cream.”

“I can’t go outside like this!” I said filled with dread and desperation.

Brianna responded, cool and threatening, “If you stay here, I’m taking back my panties.”

I gave her my hand and immediately hopped off the table. Naturally, I kept my other arm tightly across my breasts. I know how ridiculous I looked, and she was sure to remind me. When I hit the floor, I just wiggled so much. Then she let go of my fingers and turned as if searching for something. This left me facing her brother, as I shifted my hands again, to cup both breasts.

His eyes were drawn to my bellybutton at first, before raising his head to tell me, “You look funny.”

And so my embarrassment continued as Michael laughed at me, a grown woman dressed only in his sister’s underwear. Then I watched Brianna return with my own purse! These were kids from a wealthy family, and yet she was going to use my money. But I realized as she slung the strap over her arm and grinned at me, this was more about showing that she was now the adult.

“Come on,” Michael said, turning away to follow his sister. “We’re going to get ice-cream.”

“Yes sir,” I replied softly.

Oh god, I had just called a twelve-year-old boy “sir”. And I shyly walked behind him as the three of us headed for the front door. In fact, I was walking half-nude through his father’s house. It’s true I had found the single dad attractive, and I think I might want to sleep with Michael’s father. My thoughts were so confused… Brianna had manipulated my mind to the point I could not stop from being led outside.

It was sunny and warm, immediately feeling the fresh air on my back and bare shoulders. I trotted after the boy and the girl while wearing only the small cotton panties with a unicorn on my butt. Clutching my breasts with both hands, I looked around worried that any neighbors could see me and tell that I was dressed so indecently. But it was a fairly wide property, I saw as the ice-cream truck came rolling up to the curb near the front lawn.

We changed directions, moving from the driveway to cut across the grass, with Brianna and Michael running ahead of me. I felt my toes on the green manicured blades, reminding me again how little I had on. Two cars passed down the road, and I could not begin to imagine if they noticed me as we drew near the truck. Maybe form a distance it might appear I was wearing a bathing suit.

I figured I had better catch up so I started to jog a little. Brianna was already standing at the side, talking to the man and ordering. The teenager looked like a responsible young lady with my purse over her arm. In stark contrast, I was hurrying forward in silly underwear, my modest tits in my hands.

By the time I joined everyone, I was blushing, making quite a sight for the ice-cream man. It turned out to be a guy who was probably college-aged, working his way through school. As he looked me up and down, he could not help but smile.

“What’s going on here?” the ice-cream man asked, handing Michael his cone.

The boy gleefully answered, “This is Jenna, our babysitter. But she is more like a baby…”

“We call her Baby Jenna,” his sister confirmed, acting very serious.

As I stood between them, I crossed my arms tightly across my chest, because I found the name-calling getting to be quite a turn-on. My ears were burning bright red, and these were visible since my hair was tied back in a ponytail.

Then the ice-cream man asked, “Will she be allowed to have anything?”

The implication again that I was not in charge, but these younger children had the power to make decisions, was both infuriating and degrading.

Brianna looked over at me, and then pinched my bare tummy. “No… I think we have to be careful that Baby Jenna does not get too chubby.”

In the meantime, Michael licked his delicious ice-cream cone. His sister, satisfied that I had been put in my place, enjoyed her own treat. They were both paid from out of my purse, and all I could do is watch as the young man took the money. He then started up the truck and proceeded to roll slowly down the street, definitely checking the mirror to look back at me. The music rang throughout the neighborhood, no doubt soon to draw more children and their parents outside.

Totally exposed except for little girl panties, I was left on display in front of the property. Michael and Brianna sat down on the curb, enjoying their ice-cream without a care in the world. Not knowing what to do, I spun around, facing my bare back and scantily covered bottom to the road. I glanced down over my shoulder.

“We can’t stay out here!” I whined. “Let’s go back in the house…”

Brianna teased me, “Hush, Baby Jenna, or else I will pull your pants down!”

I blushed, thinking about all sorts of humiliations and wondering if she was mean enough to do them. It was enough to nearly send me over the edge when I heard a bicycle coast past us, then the sound of laughter, as several people saw me in the embarrassing panties. I knew the cartoon unicorn was smiling over the stretched fabric that barely contained my round cheeks.

Finally the fourteen-year-old stood up, having finishing her cone. Michael it seemed was savoring the last of his, I couldn’t help but watch his tongue dig and slurp the bit that remained. Again, I moaned, thinking of his rich handsome father. Brianna regained my attention by shaking my arm, although I still kept my beasts covered.

“I’ve got your keys,” she said, jingling my purse up and down. “Let’s go for a drive!”

“Oh no, a drive?” I felt both frightened and excited. “But where?”

The girl answered proudly, “You should know, I am an expert at horse riding, and there are stables not far from here.”

“Boring,” Michael complained.

I was inclined to agree with the twelve-year-old. Not that I thought his sister’s suggestion was boring, but still, I did not think it was a good idea to leave the house and go any amount of distance in public. Especially while I was nearly naked.

Brianna looked at her brother, knowing just how to win his support. “Don’t you want to see Baby Jenna go for a pony ride?”

Well it didn’t take long for Michael to glance at me and picture that in his mind. His face broke out in this big silly grin, obviously finding the idea very funny. The young lady with my purse started walking back up the driveway.

“Wait!” I cried out, keeping one arm across my chest, but reflexively throwing out my other hand as if I could catch her. “What if you father calls home, and no one is here to answer?”

My bottom wiggled and bounced as I scurried up the path after her. Michael must have been leisurely strolling behind, because he would usually run ahead.

The teenager was fishing around in my bag, and then replied, “No probs… I will just call Dad and tell him you are taking us to the park.”

She did just that, using my own cell phone to place the call. This seemed to give her a certain amount of delight in addition to all the strings she was pulling, controlling me. After she had updated their father about our plans, Brianna dropped my phone back in the purse. Then she moved near me in confidence, like we were a couple of schoolgirls gossiping.

“By the way,” she winked, “now he has your number saved on his phone.”

I could say nothing. With both hands held in front of me, I was aware of my nipples growing very stiff and they tickled my palms. Brianna watched curiously as my whole face and body blushed.

And then Michael bounded up to the car. His sister already had my keys in her hand and the doors unlocked. He crawled into the backseat and made himself comfortable. So I guess we were going to the horse riding stables. I really didn’t have a choice. As Brianna walked around to let herself in on the passenger side, I was resigned to my circumstances, and slowly slid behind the wheel.

It was suddenly a strange sensation once all three of us were in the vehicle. While the car provided a measure of privacy from outside, I now felt the interior upholstery making contact with my bare skin. I touched the brake pedal lightly with my toes. And between my legs, the small panties were snug, even digging into my crotch a little. I realized that this was the first time I was seated since putting them on. I hoped they would hold out!

And then it hit me, that I would need to lower my arms in order to drive. Bashfully, I looked over my shoulder and saw Michael sitting in the back seat. Brianna would be the one next to me, fortunately. She was mature for her age, or at least acted that way, so I was sure the teenager would be unfazed by another woman’s chest area. I took a deep breath, and then dropped my fingers to the steering wheel.

My tender breasts stuck out in front of me, topped by erect nipples. I heard the girl giggle, but she made no further comment. Greatly embarrassed, I turned on the ignition and prepared to pull out of the long driveway completely topless.

As I turned onto the road, I was self-conscious of them swaying or bouncing side to side. Still, I kept both hands on the wheel. My tummy fluttered nervously, especially thinking about Brianna’s remark when she pinched me, and my eyes were wide. We passed other cars along the way, and I was certain they could see my shoulders were bare. If the drivers only knew how truly little I was wearing. Without my sandals, this was going to be an ordeal, pedal pumping with my feet.

Amazingly we made it to the stables while avoiding getting pulled over. The more I thought about how crazy this was, I could really get in trouble. But fourteen-year-old Brianna was so dominating, I knew I would do whatever she said. I believe she wished I had been stopped by a policeman, and forced out of the car to be frisked in the little girl panties. She had this mischievous grin during the whole ride, sneaking peeks at my boobs now and then.

I was lucky enough to arrive at the place with no one else around apparently. The drive through town had me visibly shaken, and Michael’s sister told me to relax. I had to admit, it was much more of a secluded rural setting once we got off the main road. There were trees everywhere and a nice fenced property. I could just make out the barn in the distance. Finding a place to park, I turned to the girl.

“So… this is where you go horseback riding?” I tried to sound pleasant.

“Yes! And you’re coming with us,” Brianna replied, laughing.

Now I looked around, worrying all over again as I would have to leave the car. “Couldn’t I just stay here, and let you and Michael run along and play?”

“Nope!” she took the key out of the ignition, my purse, and then opened the passenger door wide.

As she stepped out, her brother came around and opened my door for me. I quickly shifted my arms so that I was once more cradling my bare breasts. Stretching one shapely leg out of the car, I pulled myself the rest of the way. And then I was standing outside in the unicorn panties with a heart on the front. I had never felt so scared and humiliated when the door closed behind me and I heard the locks click. We were miles from their father’s house, where all my clothes were up in Brianna’s room. I was supposed to be their babysitter, but now I was nothing more than a helpless child.

The boy and the girl walked past me, traipsing across land that was like a cross between a park and a farm. I listened to the birdsongs, the smell of fresh grass and hay in the air. It would be a lovely setting I could appreciate, if it weren’t for my ridiculous condition. My head swiveled left and right as I folded arms across the top of my chest and then scampered behind Brianna and Michael.

I followed them up to a building with the stables and the fourteen-year-old was met by a young woman who might have been in her later twenties. She had long blonde hair braided in a single ponytail, dressed in jeans and white blouse. From the way she recognized Michael’s sister, I figured she must be her riding instructor.

“Hello, Sara,” the girl exchanged greetings.

And then the young woman swept her gaze around to where I was standing near Michael. I tried to shuffle closer to the boy as if I could hide behind him. If the ground could have just opened at that moment and swallow me, that would be fine. Sara’s face lit up and her mouth turned in a big smile.

“Who is this?” she asked through her laughter.

Brianna was quick to reply, pulling me forward, which only left me one arm to cover my naked breasts. “This is Jenna. She is supposed to be our babysitter, but we call her Baby Jenna.”

“I can see why,” the attractive blonde answered.

She put one finger to her mouth in thought, as if evaluating me, looking me up and down. Staring back, I envied her jeans and blouse and riding boots. I imagined that she must be somewhat familiar with how spoiled and mischievous Brianna could be. Yet I was sure, Sara had never been stripped down to just tiny cartoon panties. This was so humiliating.

The teenager then asked, “Do you have a pony available that Baby Jenna could ride?”

Sara laughed again. I couldn’t tell if it was at the name-calling or the very suggestion, or if she was joining in to make fun of me. The riding instructor didn’t seem mean, but obviously found this situation funny. At least it appeared I would not get in any trouble.

“There is a birthday party going on today,” the young woman said after a minute, “So one of my ponies is already out in the field. But I think you remember Nugget, Brianna, he is still in his stall.”

Michael’s sister giggled, “Oh, Nugget! He would be perfect.”

Before I could object or even say anything, I was led along with the others into the dusky stable. Here, I had to really watch my step since I was completely barefoot, but the ground was mostly clean. Occasionally Michael would tease me saying I had a big butt, and he hoped the pony could support my weight! I figured he was just being an obnoxious twelve-year-old. Brianna continued to chat away with Sara as they brushed Nugget and prepared him with a saddle.

By the time we were all back out in the sunlight, I saw that this was a very cute pony. He was not big at all, and seemed quite gentle. As the boy and the girl nudged me closer, the animal nuzzled my arm. Everyone laughed, and soon I was blushing from head to toe.

“Too bad Jenna wasn’t dressed in My Little Pony panties,” unbelievably, Sara teased. “That would have been appropriate.”

“I guess that unicorn is close enough,” Michael remarked, and I knew he was pointing at my ass.

Then I felt Sara’s hand on my bare back as I stood on the side of the pony. She offered to help me up. Of course, up to this point, I had my hands full holding my breasts. There wasn’t even any question that we were doing this, that I was going to be taken on an embarrassing pony ride.

“Thank you,” I whispered as her hands dropped to my waist and bottom.

In the next moment, I was given a lift, bracing one arm on the small horse’s flank while I managed to swing a leg over the saddle. Thankfully this was not a large animal by any means, so I was able to quickly find my seat. In this position, bare legs dangled on either side, although my toes did not touch the ground at all. I sat on the pony with elbows crossed over my chest, letting the three of them look at me. I tried not to think what their father would say if he knew what I was doing right now.

Brianna disappeared briefly into the stables, and then came back with a bag of carrot treats for Nugget.

“I think I can handle him well enough from here,” the fourteen-year-old said, taking the reins.

Sara agreed, but then turned toward me. “Now, Jenna, you will have to hold on to the saddle horn so you don’t fall off.”

Suddenly, I was reminded of the drive in the car. I would no longer have the luxury of covering with my hands and arms. Once the pony started moving, I would need to hold on tight. While not high off the ground, I still glanced down at the others nervously. To my shame, the small panties and leather saddle between my legs felt nice. I lowered my fingers to the horn in front of me.

With a deep breath, my breasts lifted up and down. I was showing my nipples. The two girls giggled, and I closed my eyes, very embarrassed. Most of all, I knew Michael was looking at me, seeing my boobies as he would call them for the first time today. And I knew if the boy had his way, I would be totally bare. Even with Brianna’s underwear on, I shivered feeling deliciously exposed.

Then I heard the girl make a clicking sound, talking to the pony. My hands instinctively gripped the horn tighter, the metal protruding from the leather saddle. I tried to keep my arms together, at least to prevent my breasts from bouncing side to side, and partially blocking the view. As we started to trot forward, I looked behind me to see Sara grinning and waving at us. My brown ponytail swayed, as she watched my completely bare back moving further away.

Now this was hardly a gallop, just a nice easy gait that let me bounce gently in the saddle. Brianna led Nugget in front, and her brother walked along at the side sneaking peeks at me. Soon we were heading down a trail with overhanging leaves and branches, the sun filtering through. With the warm weather, this could have been most pleasant. But for the fact I was being led down the trail on a pony, wearing only little girl panties. This feeling of helplessness and dependency was magnifying the true humiliation.

“How are you doing up there, Baby Jenna?” Brianna would tease and call back at me.

And I would wiggle a little, trying to adjust my position or pick out a wedgie, and reply, “I’m… I’m good…”

After a while, I heard the sound of other voices. The path was starting to branch, and I could just make out some fences ahead, then more of a clearing opening up. Michael’s sister slowed the pony to a stop. Nugget bowed his head to nibble at a clump of grass on the ground, and she scratched behind his ears. Then she pulled out one of the carrot sticks, tempting the little horse with a treat.

I sat there the whole time, barefoot and toes curling, while the pony munched. A warm feeling was starting to build below my bellybutton. Not now! I thought to myself. The girl was up to something, and I was getting turned-on. I watched Brianna give the bag to Michael with an explanation.

“Go around to the other side of the birthday party,” she told him. “Nugget will move in that direction, he knows to follow the food.”

Then she was unhooking the lead rein attached to the pony’s muzzle and bit.

“What are you doing?” I asked, looking down past my bare breasts sticking out in front of me.

Brianna smiled. “You appear more comfortable up there, Baby Jenna. So I am going to send you on a little ride, through the party in the next field, before reaching the other trail. Don’t worry, it will be slow and revealing…”

“Oh no,” I whimpered.

Staring ahead, Michael was already out of sight. What his sister meant was that she was sending me off alone on the pony. Nugget pawed at the ground with a hoof, eager to be moving again. There would be no one else near me. I would be sitting on the saddle not only half-nude, but even worse, wearing a pair of childish panties! Brianna clicked her tongue to signal the pony, and gave him a pat on the rump. Out of reflex, I bounced on my own bottom as we started off.

The little horse began plodding forward, and I held onto the saddle horn for dear life. I felt terribly exposed out here once I left the trail and shade of trees. My poor nipples were standing out erect in the sunlight. I looked around desperately, but there was nothing I could do. I had no control of the pony. My bare legs dangled and rocked back and forth, I bounced in rhythm against the supple leather. I hated to think about it, but the only thing between my pussy and the saddle was a piece of cotton fabric stretched over my mound.

It was just the little pony and myself in tiny underwear.

As we started to approach the scene, I could see a large picnic table set up and about two dozen boys and girls. In addition, there were young ladies, I guess close to Sara’s age supervising. The way these women groomed the pony or attended the party, they had to work for the stables handling events like this. I did not find any older ladies or men who could have been parents, it was probably a drop off and pick up the children later sort of affair.

The pony I was riding, Nugget, moved ever closer. This was no streak or run through the crowd. It was more of a slow shuffling forward, with enough motion for my bottom to raise and fall softly. Slow and revealing, just like Brianna had said. I was already practically naked! The first eyes looked in our direction, the little horse simply following where he thought Michael had gone with the bag of carrots. I can’t imagine my appearance from their point of view. Bare shoulders and arms, bare legs on either side, and I was unable to cover my chest.

I did make direct eye contact with the boys and girls at the birthday party, enough to see these were probably 6th graders, like Brianna’s brother. Shifting my face to watch the other women’s shocked expressions, I felt so ashamed. As we trotted near the crowd, with every step, they were going to see almost every inch. Soon there was much laughter and pointing of fingers as my breasts bounced up and down.

“What the hell is this?” one young woman declared.

But her stable co-workers only seemed amused. The boys and girls at the gathering were delighted to see another pony. Nugget led me right up to everyone and I was quickly surrounded, although no one stopped us. My curvy shape could be easily seen now, as well as my smooth skin. I managed to bounce slowly and deliberately on the saddle, so that the style of cartoon little girl panties were displayed. This brought on more teasing and laughter. In truth, I was grinding a bit every time I made contact with the leather between my legs.

Nugget did not seem to mind the attention, but my nipples were super hard and I was blushing like crazy. It was too much for me, the humiliation, overwhelming. I tried to hold back an orgasm. Why couldn’t this pony move faster! I was completely at the animal’s mercy and plodding pace.

Finally, we moved just beyond the edge of the festivities, heading for another private trail. The large group was still watching me from behind, laughing. I leaned forward and lifted my ass to show my round bottom. Dressed only in Brianna’s panties with the cartoon print on the back. That’s when I heard the boys and girls call me “The Unicorn Lady”. Those comments pushed me over the edge.

Bouncing up and down faster in the saddle all the way to the trail, I was so horny. With one hand holding tight, I started to rub the front of the panties. Hearing the fading voices still behind me, the giggles and mocking names, ultimately made me cum. I closed my eyes, thinking about how all those people saw me and was totally embarrassed.

When I looked up again, I found Brianna and Micheal standing in front of the pony. I guess they had made their way around the back path, or perhaps they mingled among the birthday party and I had not noticed. A new wave of shame washed over me. I quickly crossed my arms over my breasts. I sighed in relief, then, watching the fourteen-year-old attaching the reins again to lead Nugget.

“Brianna, we need to go back home, OK?” I quivered.

She just smiled and proceeded to follow the path, which turned out to bring us back to the stables. Michael walked along happily at the pony’s side. Close enough he could have stroked my leg or tickled my feet, but the boy kept his hands to himself.

The rest of the time was like a blur, and I was still in a haze remembering what I had been through. Somehow we got the pony safely back to Sara. Then the three of us were in my car making the return drive to their father’s house. Throughout the short trip, Brianna and Michael continued to call me Baby Jenna. The girl even mentioned she thought my panties looked wet. This made her brother laugh very hard, but I think she was a smart developing teenager and had an idea what happened.

After pulling into the driveway, we hurried back into the house where I followed Brianna upstairs. There was a sense of urgency when their father had in fact called my cell phone to let us know he would be home in a few minutes. We had timed our adventure near perfectly. So I was buttoning on my blouse without a bra, and just about to cover with my skirt when Brianna demanded her panties back.

“Did you mess my underwear, Baby Jenna?” she scolded me.

“Yes,” I confessed to her, “but not that way.”

I was referring to orgasm I had in her little girl panties, while going for a pony ride. The fourteen-year-old winked but said I needed to be punished.

Soon I was laying bottomless, face down, across the sheets of her bed. Brianna came over and squeezed my chubby cheeks. Then she started to spank me.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“OwOwOwOwOw!” I cried until I was nice and red.

Michael called from downstairs, “Dad’s home!”

In a flash, I jumped up, rubbing my sore bottom. The sister handed me my black skirt, which I fastened without anything else underneath. There was so much frantic bustling and commotion, I did not bother to ask about my burgundy sandals but ran to the front door with my purse.

So this is how I greeted their father. In such a degrading state, I was barefoot, bra-less and a bald pussy under my clothes. My face and cheeks (both kinds!) were red, and I knew I appeared disheveled. Nevertheless, the man thanked me for watching his son and daughter. He paid me in cash, the generous amount I had accepted for the position.

“I guess they were a bit of trouble by the end of the day,” he chuckled appreciatively.

Shaking my head, I replied, “No, um, they just have a lot of… energy.”

I wasn’t sure what Michael or Brianna would say, if they would tell their father about everything that had happened. Turning to look over my shoulder, I saw the two of them standing, grinning and waved goodbye. Everyone seemed pleased.

I know I just wanted to get home, and strip down to put on my own pair of little girl Care Bear panties.

And I stayed that way for the rest of the weekend.

THE END

[ElvenStrider]

ah you beat me to it, I just downloaded them all to do just this

[randomlygenerated]

ah you beat me to it, I just downloaded them all to do just this

Jenna at the Library is just a copy of Jenna in the Rain. I assume this was an error. Do you or the OP happen to have an original copy?

And is this all the Jenna stories? Some of them make references to past events that don't seem to have happened in these stories.

[underdog_13]

Vanessa Evans has some Jenna stories in her archive:
https://www.dropbox.com/sh/uv4lzlupaxd1 ... tracking=1
(search for folder ArchiveJ - filenames starting with "Jenna")

Also, I've found some Helmhood posts still accessible on One Click Chick Forum:
https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/search ... d=69931996

[randomlygenerated]

Vanessa Evans has some Jenna stories in her archive:
https://www.dropbox.com/sh/uv4lzlupaxd1 ... tracking=1
(search for folder ArchiveJ - filenames starting with "Jenna")

Also, I've found some Helmhood posts still accessible on One Click Chick Forum:
https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/search ... d=69931996

The oneclickchicks forum doesn't work for me.

The dropbox has a doc called Jenna at the Library but it's also just a copy of Jenna in the Rain.

[underdog_13]

This story was posted by Helmhood at oneclickchicks.com forum on 9/17/2012.

Jenna's Cat Fight
by Helmhood

aard requested for me to post this, after talking about such a scenario in my clips thread. This is something I wrote a while ago, one of my first "Jenna" stories.

Over the holiday break, a group of friends and I were staying at a lovely lodge in upstate New York. The weather was pretty cold now, but I had just purchased a cute outfit that was appropriate for the season. It consisted of a grey knitted sweater with evergreen trees printed across the front, and a pair of sleek olive pants that nicely hugged my hips and legs. A pair of brown leather ankle boots with fur trimming completed the ensemble. I was looking forward to joining my friends for dinner down in the restaurant.

It was a cozy little spot that had a log cabin feel to it. There was even a fireplace that added to the winter atmosphere. Of course, it also made me feel I was dressed a little too warm for this indoors setting, and I ran a finger beneath the wooly collar at my neck. My other friends, Christine and Kelly, were dressed in jeans and sensible shoes, but their tops were a bit lighter than mine. Still, they both complimented me on how cute I looked, which made me feel somewhat better.

We didn’t have long to wait, and soon a young lady appeared and brought the three of us over to our table. Situated in a corner, it was fairly close to the fireplace. I could hear the flames crackling, and once seated, I noticed that there was a big moose head hanging above the mantle! I continued to look around, as my friends chatted away, and saw that there were maybe four or five other groups in the dining hall of the lodge. Two couples, a group of four guys and another group of three girls. The rest of the place was empty. I wondered how we got stuck over here in the corner.

It was 9:00pm, and I figured this was probably as busy as it was going to get. The waitress brought glasses of water for us, and then disappeared. Several minutes passed by, I began drumming my nails on the table.

“Where is she?” I asked my friends. “It’s taking forever, just to give her our order!”

Christine and Kelly shrugged, gave me a slight puzzled look, like it was no big deal. I’m usually not that rude, in fact I go out of my way to be extra nice to service people. But I think the warmth of the fireplace was getting to me. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, gulped down half a glass of water.

Finally, the young lady arrived with her pen and pad of paper.

“It’s about time!” I snapped, although I really didn’t mean to say it out loud.

“Wow, Jenna, you must be pretty hungry!” my blonde friend Kelly said.

I don’t know, for some reason I was just in a sour mood. The waitress went on to take our orders and vanished into the kitchen again. My friends and I resumed talking, discussing events and our plans for the rest of the trip. I tried to be conversational, but the longer we waited, the more irritated I was getting.

After what seemed like twenty minutes, our server returned, only to tell us that there was a problem with the grill, and our order would take a little longer.

“What!” I exclaimed.

The young woman apologized, “I’m really sorry…”

“Well that isn’t good enough.” I started to rise from the table. My friends tried to tell me I was making a scene, but I continued. “We’ve paid a lot of money to come up to this lodge, and this is the worst service I have ever had, anywhere!”

Looking over her shoulder, the waitress fumbled with her pad and pen. The other people across the room were snickering, and I could tell she was embarrassed. “Listen, if you are unhappy, I can get my manager to come speak with you.”

I folded my arms across my chest, feeling flush in the face myself. “Yes, I think you should do that!”

Watching the girl scamper off to fetch her boss, Christine reached over to tug at the hem of my sweater. “Jenna, please, sit down. You don’t want to get us in trouble.”

My anger and frustration had momentarily heated my skin and got me pumped up, but as I looked out at the many faces turning in our direction, I started to feel a little foolish. I inclined my head, looking down at Christine and Kelly.

“Maybe you’re right. I suppose there are worse things that could happen…”

Just then, a rather beefy woman with her hair done in a tight bun, her uniform sleeves rolled up to reveal thick arms, stepped in front of our table.

“All right, what is all the commotion about?” she demanded in a voice that was none to pleased.

Still standing, I used my hands to smooth out the front of my sweater and tried to sound pleasant. “It’s no problem. I was just a little upset that our food was taking so long…”

“You know, I’ve just about had it with you young girls blowing in here with your money and your fancy clothes!” the manager responded harshly.

I was taken a back by her yelling at me, and felt ashamed like a spoiled little girl being scolded by her mother. I’m really not like that. I mean, my friends and I pooled all our money to make this trip, it’s not like we were coming here thinking we were better than anybody! People were whispering on the other side of the room, and I could feel myself getting very warm.

Trying to make peace, I said, “We don’t want to make any trouble for you and your staff. Maybe if we could just get some appetizers to hold us over…”

“You want the world, don’t you, princess!” The larger woman was at least a half a foot taller than me, and I could see she was having a bad day. “You expect us to ignore all our other guests, and immediately run and drop everything to serve you and your friends!”

My emotions were really mixed up now. I have to say I was a bit intimidated, but I was also annoyed by her untrue accusations. I was also embarrassed by the spectacle we were making. The situation had already gotten out of hand. My fingers idly traced along the rim of a glass of water on the table, and I soon found that glass lifted in my hand.

“It’s not like we haven’t been waiting for half an hour!” I said, wishing at once I had kept my mouth shut. It was like my actions were not my own, as I continued, “And all we have are these glasses of water!”

Trying to emphasize my point or something, I thrust out my arm, and splashed water all over the front of the manager’s uniform.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry…” I said, and hurriedly placed the empty glass back on the table.

Moving away from my seat, I quickly brought a dining napkin to the large woman, but she only grabbed me by the front of the sweater. “So now you’re sorry? When my girl apologized abut the delay, ‘sorry’ wasn’t good enough for you! I think I’ll use your fuzzy top to dry myself!”

Suddenly, the manager gripped the ends of my sweater in her fists. I tried to struggle, I even dropped the napkin to the floor. But the large woman was much stronger than me. Even as she started to tug and pull the fabric off my back, I had the strange thought that I hope she didn’t damage the material! This may have caused me to loose whatever control I had, and as I started to back away… the sweater was pulled over my head and peeled off my arms!

I stumbled backward, hitting the edge of the round table. Disorientated, I looked down and saw my bare stomach. It was then I realized I was standing there with my lavender bra out in the open! I hugged my arms together and looked helplessly at my friends, but Christine and Kelly only giggled at me.

“What’s the matter, Sweetie?” the manager taunted me, waving around my sweater. “Afraid it might tear if I’m not too careful…”

Still clutching one arm across my bra, I reached out with my other hand and lurched forward. “Please don’t!”

But the large woman moved quickly for her size. In a flash, she switched the sweater into her other hand. When I made a grab for it, she took me by the wrist. I know my breasts jiggled around deliciously in front of her, and I had to stand on the toes of my boots as she held my top high above her head. I couldn’t reach… and then my arm came back down… and my fingers caught the front of her uniform blouse! I didn’t mean to, but I ended up ripping off the buttons, sending them to scatter around the restaurant floor.

The lady looked down, shocked, then turned to me. “You b*tch! Let’s see how you like your clothes getting ruined…”

She now gripped my new sweater in both her hands, and tore the fabric in half down the middle! Well, that got me really mad, so I shoved her in the chest. The force must have caught her a little by surprise, as she stumbled back toward the center of the room. When she threw the spoiled sweater on the floor in disgust, I started to approach her, pointing my finger.

“You’re going to pay for that!” I yelled at her.

However, this only gave the manager the chance to reach out and grab my hand. “Bad move, little girl!”

As she pulled me close to her rather large bosom, I tried to slap her across the face with my other palm. But she blocked my strike with her forearm… then reached in back of my head to take my brunette ponytail in her fist.

“Hey… ouch!” I cried, bringing my fingers to curl around hers, hoping the woman would not yank any harder.

The manager only laughed at me. “Let’s find out if your panties match your bra!”

And suddenly, she reached down and quickly popped open the button fly of my pants! It was then, for some reason, I noticed the nametag hanging from her torn uniform shirt, which read “Beatrice”. Well, Beatrice decided to give my hair another yank, causing me to wince and my eyes to tear a little. Now I brought both hands to my head, trying again to pry loose her fingers.

In a swift, fluid motion, the manager lady let go… but then took my pants at the sides and yanked them down my hips and shapely legs! They fell all the way to my ankles. I was so embarrassed!

“Bra and panties! Bra and panties!” one of the college boys at another table pointed and started laughing hysterically.

The outburst drew my attention, and I realized that I was indeed standing in the middle of a room full of people, with my pants crumpled around my feet! I awkwardly turned around, trying to hop back to my smiling friends, but Beatrice grabbed the elastic band at the back of my lavender panties. Feeling her stretch them toward her, I was certain that my ass crack was exposed…

“Please don’t,” I whispered.

As the woman continued to pull, I had no choice but to shuffle backward, easing my way into her clutches. But once I was close enough, I gave her a sharp quick jab in the middle with my elbow. It didn’t seem to have any effect on the formidable woman.

Beatrice chuckled at my resistance. “So, you want to play, Sweetie?”

She brought her hands around me, her fingers first tickling my bare tummy. Then she squeezed her arms, kind of giving me a reverse bear hug that lifted me clean off my feet. She spun me around so that everyone in the restaurant had a clear view of me. There was some clapping and whistles, and it seemed like a lot of cheering! We did a complete circle, and I think we were both a little dizzy. The two of us collapsed to the carpeted floor.

I thought I could get away, and reached out for something… anything to pull free from this Amazon! My hand came up with a fistful of her uniform skirt. Not thinking, I yanked with all my might as I struggled to stand. The material tore off the manager’s body with such force, even as I let go, I sent it flying toward one of the occupied tables. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that Beatrice was wearing some kind of training or workout shorts, like bike shorts or something with the double white stripe down each side. Her legs were pretty well sculpted.

“Nice try,” the manager mocked me. “But I had to go to the gym before work, and didn’t have time to put on pretty panties like you!”

And to make her point, she wrapped her athletic legs like scissors around my waist. I gasped for breath, slapping my hands on her thighs. It was no use… I was stuck. I kicked my feet in frustration, tangled up in my pants.

Seeing this, Beatrice maneuvered herself around and easily stretched her arm to touch my boot. “Here, let me help you!”

I guess our audience was really enjoying this excitement, because no one tried to break us up. I suppose the other waitresses were glad to see me in this position. Their manager started to loosen up the laces. It was so humiliating to be caught like this! And though I punched and I pulled and squirmed, there was nothing I could do to stop her furious fingers. In no time, she had slipped the shoe off my heel and was busy at work untying the next.

When I was down to my white socks, I went very still. I wasn’t sure what she had in mind, and thought it best not to provoke this woman any further. She ran a hand calmly over my leg, then stroked a finger beneath my sole, which tickled through the soft cotton. Very soon, my naked heel came into view, followed by my bare toes. The sock completely off, Beatrice flung it somewhere behind us in the room. I was still lying on the floor, trapped in another female’s vice-like scissor pin. Shifting my legs nervously, it was apparent I wasn’t going anywhere! The manager casually took my other foot, and with agonizing slowness, pulled that sock off as well.

“Oh my gosh,” Christine called out from the table. “Look at Jenna in nothing but her bra and panties!”

This brought more laughter and comments from the people in the room. It was like we were the after dinner entertainment! Beatrice squeezed her legs tighter around my abdomen, causing me to groan. I felt so exposed.

Then the woman released her hold and gave me a moment to catch my breath. She changed her position to be sitting up, straddling my chest but facing my feet. She gave me a playful slap on my stomach. And then I reached up with my arms, only wanting to get her off of me, and tried to pull the manager’s shirt off her back…

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that,” Beatrice chuckled over her shoulder.

She easily broke free of my hold, enough to turn around and roll me over on the floor so that I was face down on the carpet. The woman then resumed sitting across my back. She didn’t put her full weight on me, so it’s not like I was being crushed, but I certainly couldn’t move! Then I felt her fingers teasing the edge of my underwear, eventually slipping inside.

Her hand moving down to cup one of my butt cheeks, she said, “Nice and firm… think we should let everyone see?”

“No, please!” I whimpered.

But the large woman only laughed, and proceeded to use both her hands to roll the panties down beneath the curve of my ass! My little bottom was bare and sticking straight up for all to see. She gave me a quick, hard slap, which made me yelp.

“Take them off!” someone called out from the tables. It was a young woman’s voice. It sounded like one of my friends!

I didn’t think she would do it, I didn’t think the manager would strip me naked in the middle of the lodge restaurant! Squirming and fidgeting, I could not escape. All I accomplished was grinding my crotch into the floor. Beatrice swung her legs over my lower back again, and took the fabric of my panties between her thumb and forefingers. She started tugging them down my thighs. I even lifted my hips to help the front slide down easier, as I buried my face in my arms.

When they had reached past my knees, the woman picked up each lower leg one at a time. Stretching the material a bit, first she pulled the panties off one foot and let my toes drop to the ground. Then it was just a simple matter of whisking my little purple panties from my other foot. I could imagine her tossing my underwear into the crowd like it was a prize!

Oh no! I was now bottomless, totally naked from the waist down. And there was nothing I could do about it, no way to run or hide or cover up. At least I was lying face down, although this made me aware of the bristles of the carpet softly brushing my pussy. Beatrice gave me another swift hard slap on my bare ass, causing me to grind my crotch into the floor. I didn’t know what would happen next…

And then I felt the woman reach around and unhooked the metal clasp of my bra! I raised my head slightly, my eyes were wide with shock. She couldn’t be doing this! Her hands let the flimsy straps casually fall to either side. My back was now fully exposed. She traced a finger along the curve of my spine, all the way down to my butt. As embarrassed as I was, this sent a delightful shiver through my body.

But suddenly Beatrice grabbed me by the sides, and flipped me over. I looked up at the ceiling, and then was staring into the manager’s grinning face. Rather than struggle or try to get to my feet, my first thought was to simply place a free hand over my bare pussy. But that only allowed the woman, now straddling me once more, to reach down and touch the center of my bra between my breasts.

She shook her head at me, teasing me. Should she or shouldn’t she…

“Please, don’t” I pleaded. “Don’t strip me naked!”

Beatrice smiled, tightening her grip on the unhooked bra. My fingers clenched down below, trying to conceal my crotch and the signs of my arousal. And then in a flash, her arm yanked upward, ripping the bra from my chest. Again, she threw my last item away, somewhere in the distance.

Oh, oh… I was lying on the floor of the lodge dining room, and I didn’t have any clothes on at all!

“Wow… look at these,” Beatrice said, playfully slapping my bare boobs back and forth. “You must be really excited!”

My nipples were instantly hard and erect, pointing straight up, and my tormentor did not miss the opportunity to flick them with her finger. Then, she leaned back a little, reaching around with her arm to move my hand out of the way. The woman slid her own hand through my trimmed black pubic hair, resting her palm on my vulva. Discreetly, she began rubbing my pussy. My body writhed beneath her touch. I didn’t think I could stand it for very long…

“Mmmm,” I moaned, turning my head side to side on the carpet.

Beatrice tapped my clitoris thoughtfully. “You know… I could make you have an orgasm right here, in front of everyone!”

“Oh… please… don’t do that! I would be so humiliated if you make me…”

Thankfully, the woman lifted her hand away. Of course, this left me completely exposed, and now my legs were spread wide open and my lower lips very pronounced. Then, just like that, Beatrice climbed to her feet and stood over me… leaving me fully naked on the floor!

“Get up,” she said harshly.

A little unsteady, I slowly rose on my trembling legs. It was then that I looked around the room, and saw all those people pointing and staring at me. I quickly d****d an arm over my breasts, shielded my crotch with my hand. I kind of spun around, but whichever way I faced, someone would see my bare ass. I could feel the heat from the fireplace behind me, even as I blushed with embarrassment.

“Place your hands at your sides,” the manager commanded me. I did as I was told, although this meant my nips were pointing straight out, and I knew my little pussy was opening like a flower! Still, Beatrice continued to lecture me. “I think you need to learn respect for the hard working people that serve you at this lodge. For the next half hour, you are going to serve complimentary drinks to the guests in this room!”

“But…” I started to say, but the sound of cheers and whistles drowned out my protest.

I was told to wait and not to move from that spot, while the manager disappeared into the kitchen. I looked over my shoulder at my friends in the corner, but they only waved and laughed. Apparently Christine and Kelly were getting a big kick out of this. All I could do was stand there with my total nudity on display, all my curves and luscious private parts exposed. Licking my lips, I couldn’t help but think how close to the edge Beatrice had brought me, nearly making me have a public orgasm. I was afraid she might come back and finish me off!

Instead, the large woman entered the dining area again, followed by the staff of waitresses. On her one hand, she balanced a tray with half a dozen margaritas and other assorted drinks. Walking in front of me, she thrust the serving tray up against my chest. I had no choice but to take it with both hands. The uniformed girls found themselves a spot at an empty table, settling in to watch me in action. I had hoped to balance the tray on one hand like they did, and be able to use my other hand to cover myself. But no such luck… I gripped the edges tight with my fingers, and while the glasses helped to conceal my top, everything from my belly to my toes was in full view.

Nervous, embarrassed, I was also afraid to spill any of the drinks. So I walked slowly, moving from table to table, my bare feet creeping over the carpet. All eyes were on my body, and I was completely nude! When I bent down to place a glass on each table, the people on the other side of the room must have gotten a great look at my ass. There were remarks made, some flattering, I guess. Most of the lodge guests were polite, finding this all in good fun. One of the college boys poked me in the butt as I passed, and I gave him a dirty look, before stepping lightly to the next table.

Unfortunately, I had only served half the guests before I ran out of drinks. I returned to the manager with the tray lowered so that it effectively covered the front of my body. But Beatrice made me hand it over so that she could bring out another round. Once again, I was left standing stark naked in the middle of the room, shifting uncomfortably under the unrelenting stares of everyone. I self-consciously played with my ponytail that had come a little undone, and rubbed one foot behind my other leg, toes running along the curvaceous calf. My breasts jiggled with the motion, and my tummy was filled with a mix of shame and excitement.

Finally, the manager returned with the tray and six more glasses to serve. I tried to take the round black platter from her, but she wouldn’t let go. She said I had to bring the drinks, two at a time, to the remaining tables. I know the waitresses on duty were getting a thrill out of this, watching my butt bounce as I went about the task. I held the tall glasses in each hand against my breasts, thinking this provided some covering… but the icy coolness only made my nipples more erect. And as I placed the drinks down, I realized that my crotch came up level with the tables. The couple I attended seemed fixated on my pubes and lips, and probably noticed the wetness between my legs.

It seemed like forever, but at last I ended by bringing the final two drinks to my friends at our table. I was hoping the whole ordeal would be over, and we could return to our room. But just then, two waitresses arrived bringing our dinner! It was getting kind of late, but none of the other guests had left the restaurant yet, and Christine and Kelly insisted we take our meal. By this point, I was more horny than hungry, but I was forced to sit and pick at my food completely in the nude! I know my sweater had been ruined, but curiously the rest of my clothes had vanished too.

“They’ve probably brought them back to our room,” Kelly said sweetly. “To make up for all the trouble.”

As I sat there, my lower body and wandering fingers thankfully hidden by the white tablecloth, Christine resumed talking about all our plans for the remainder of the trip. She said because so many guests at the lodge had already seen me, I wouldn’t mind doing some naked dares during our stay.

I could hardly wait…

THE END