Lynn's Wilder Week #11 - Lynn's Exhibitionistic Competition Adventure

by Arthur Saxon
arthursaxon@zombieworld.com

The following morning Lynn awoke to find roaches still climbing all over her body.  She smiled and looked across at Julie, then gasped as she saw the back end of a cockroach sticking out of her lover’s ear.  Quickly she grabbed hold of it and pulled.  With a bit of resistance, it came out – fortunately it had been too big to fit completely into Julie’s ear canal.  For the first time Lynn’s thoughts turned to earplugs.  She resolved to buy some cotton wool.

She got up and wandered through to the living room, where Louise was still lying on the couch.  The excrement and vomit that covered her body had caked and was all but dry, but the room stank.  Roaches were swarming all over the sleeping girl.  Lynn hurried back to the bedroom fished in Julie’s bag for her friend’s Polaroid camera.  A minute later she was taking photos of Louise from several angles.

The flashes soon awoke Louise.  “Hey, what are you doing?” she asked sleepily.

“Oh, just taking some photos to post on the internet,” replied Lynn with a grin.  “Smile.”

Louise looked worried.  “You wouldn’t really, would you?” she asked.

“Of course.  Don’t worry – I’m sure nobody you know will see them.  There’s a risk, certainly – but that’s half the fun.”

“As you wish,” said Louise.  “God, I’m a mess – may I please get clean?”

“Sure,” said Lynn.  “Just as soon as I get a couple of photos between your legs.  Could you pull open the front of your panties for me?  Great, that’s good.  And now take your panties off, and spread your legs.  Wonderful.  Now, do you think you could squeeze some of that shit out of your cunt?  Ooh, that looks fantastic.  That’ll make a great photo.  Thanks – you can go and bathe now.”

Half an hour later, while Louise was still washing herself, Julie walked in, still naked and with one or two cockroaches clinging to her.  “Hi sweetie,” she said.

“Good morning my love,” said Lynn, who was munching her way through a bowlful of cornflakes.  Martin had supplied a small fridge and stocked it with milk, bread, and one or two other items.  He had also put some non-perishable foodstuffs, such as cereal, in the cupboards.  “I thought we might pay our next-door neighbour a visit,” Lynn suggested.  “What do you think?”

“Sure, but I need to brush my teeth and wash my face first.  I must look awful.”

“Of course.  Me too.”

After they had both eaten and performed their morning ablutions, Lynn put on a sleeveless microdress and a thong, while Julie donned a microskirt and a skimpy top.  Neither wore a bra, and Julie wore no panties, though at least her skirt, unlike Lynn’s dress, covered her buttocks and pussy entirely.  It also had a pocket, in which she figured she could put the keys to the flat if they went out.

Leaving Louise to finish bathing, the girls left the flat and knocked on the next door down.  After a few seconds they heard a shuffling of feet, and the door opened.

The face of a woman in her mid-twenties appeared.  She looked tired, her hair was dishevelled, and she appeared more than a little drunk.  She was wearing an ankle-length bathrobe.  “Hello?” she said.

“Hi,” said Julie with a warm smile.  “We just moved in next door and thought we’d stop by to say hello.  Have we come at a bad time?”

“It’s always a bad time,” said the woman.  She looked them up and down.  “Are you prostitutes?”

“No!  Certainly not!”  Julie feigned shock.  “We’re just a couple of girls who like to show off.”

“Oh.”  The woman swayed on her feet a little as she took this in.  “So why the hell did you move in next door to me?” she asked.  “Don’t the roaches bother you?”

“No – we love cockroaches,” said Lynn.  “Don’t you?”

“I love all God’s creatures,” replied the woman.  “But I’m terrified of insects.  I know it’s weird – you don’t have to tell me that.  But I could certainly do without my roaches.”

“I wish we could take them off you,” said Julie.  “I mean, we have plenty in our flat but we’d welcome more.”

The woman looked thoughtful.  “Hey, why don’t you come in?  Maybe we can work something out or something.”

The girls entered the flat, and stared in awe at the sheer numbers of roaches that covered the walls, floor and furniture.  Within a few seconds of entering the room, both girls had several roaches climbing their legs. 

“Have a seat.”  The woman indicated an old sofa in the corner of the room.  “My name’s Jodie, by the way.”  She sat down in an armchair and flicked a couple of roaches off her robe with a shudder.

“Do you work, Jodie?” asked Lynn.

“Used to.  Got fired.”  Jodie sighed.  “I made a bit of a spectacle of myself in the office one day, and a few days later I ran my car into the managing director’s BMW when a cockroach suddenly emerged from my blouse and began running up my neck.  I tend to panic a bit in such situations.  So now I’m unemployed, with nothing to do all day but sit at home and drink myself into a state in which I can almost ignore the horrible sensations of having insects crawling over me.”

“Jeez, what a bummer!”  Lynn felt genuinely sorry for the woman.  “Why don’t you move out?”

“No money,” explained Jodie simply.  “Never have any money.”  She took a swig from the whisky bottle she was carrying.  Then a strange expression came over her face.  “Oh God…” she said.

“What is it?” asked Julie.

“Ugh…”  Jodie shuddered, and took another swig.  “There’s one inside me,” she said.  “I just felt it move.”  She reached into her robe, between her legs, and after a moment’s feeling around she pulled out a cockroach, its legs flailing.  She threw it on to the floor.

“How often does that happen?” asked Lynn.

“It only happens when I forget to put a plug in,” said Jodie.  “Last night I was too drunk and didn’t have the presence of mind to think of it.”

“Wow…”  Lynn turned to Julie with her eyes shining.  “Isn’t this place just perfect?”

“Do you mind if we gather up some of your roaches and let them loose in our apartment?” asked Julie.  “We love cockroaches, and we’d be happy to take some off your hands.”

Jodie looked startled, and suddenly hopeful.  “Why would you do that?” she asked.

“We get off on having cockroaches crawling over us,” explained Lynn.  “So what do you say?”

“Well, you’re welcome to try,” said Jodie, “but they’ll find their way back, I’m sure – they seem somehow attracted to me.”

“Nonsense,” snorted Julie.  “They’re attracted to the mess.  If you clean up in here, and we make sure there’s a nice steady food supply in our own flat, they’ll stay with us and leave you pretty much alone, I would think.”

“Oh gosh – I hope you’re right,” said Jodie.  “That would be wonderful.”

Lynn got to her feet, and nudged Julie.  “We’ll be back with containers later on today,” she said.  “Thanks for your time.”

Julie arose and smiled.  “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you,” she said.

The girls left and returned to their own flat.  Lynn looked around.  “Suddenly this place seems depressingly roach-free,” she remarked.  “I can’t wait to get some more of the critters in here.”

Louise emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel.  “Hi,” she said.  “What’s the plan for today?”

“Oh, I think we’ll take the Tube into the city centre and do a bit of showing off,” said Julie.  “What do you think, Lynn?”

“I think we should all get naked on the train and start making out with each other.”

“Nice idea,” conceded Julie.  “But I have a better idea.”
“What’s that?” asked Lynn, intrigued.

“A competition.  We’ll go into town and try to outdo each other in terms of outrageous behaviour.”

“Ooh, I like that,” said Lynn.  “How about you, Louise?”

“I’m not sure I’ll be as good as you,” replied Louise, looking a little uncomfortable.  “My activities have all been in private, and I’m a little nervous about displaying myself in public.”

“Oh, you’ll love it,” Julie reassured her.  “Just think – nobody will know you, so it doesn’t matter what they think of you.”

Louise nodded.  “Well, I’ll be happy to go along and take part.  But I’m sure that one of you two will win.”

“What’s the prize for winning?  And how do we establish a winner anyway?” asked Lynn.

Julie thought for a moment.  “Okay, we’ll take it in turns to do something outrageous.  If just one of the other two thinks it’s more intense than the previous exploit, then it’s the next person’s turn.  If neither of the others thinks it was more outrageous, then that person is out of the competition, and the remaining two girls continue until one of them fails to top the other.  Does that make sense?”

“Yup, sounds good,” said Lynn.  “Okay, Louise, put something on and we’ll get going.”

“All right, but none of my clothes are as revealing as yours,” said Louise.

“Very well, you’ll just have to wear something of mine,” decided Lynn.  “Help yourself from my bag.”

Louise rummaged around in Lynn’s bag, and pulled out a skimpy thong that tied up at both sides.  “Oh, I like this,” she said.  “If I tied the sides loosely enough, it might just fall off by itself.”

“What an excellent idea!” exclaimed Lynn, rather annoyed at herself for not having thought of it herself.  She looked on enviously as Louise donned the thong, tying it very loosely indeed at the sides.

Louise then helped herself to a black stretchy lycra microskirt and stepped into it.  As she pulled it up to her waist, the hemline climbed to just short of her crotch.  At the back, the lowest curve of her buttocks was just peeping beneath the hemline.  She pulled it down slightly so that her bottom was completely covered.

“Very sexy,” Julie complimented her with a smile.

Louise blushed and pulled a very skimpy cut-off t-shirt out of Lynn’s bag.  She put it on, and was a little concerned to discover that it only just covered her bra-less breasts.  She dithered, wondering whether to change it for a less risky garment, but by the time she had made up her mind to do so, she had hesitated too long.

“Perfect!” Lynn said.  “My, Louise, you look the sluttiest of us all!”

“Do not,” Louise retorted.  “At least my skirt covers my thong.”

Lynn grinned.  “It won’t for long.  Wait till you start walking in that thing.”

“Come on you two,” said Julie.  “Let’s go.  Oh, and we mustn’t forget to bring some sort of containers back with us.”

The girls left the flat, locking it behind them, and Julie put the keys in her pocket along with a twenty-pound note, then they descended via the stairwell to the ground floor.  They met nobody inside the building – the majority of the flats were empty and the few inhabitants were mostly unemployed and tended to sleep late.  Outside, Lynn led the way – she had been to the neighbouring building earlier in the week and knew the way to the tube station from here.

The first few roads they walked down were practically deserted, for which Louise was grateful.  Lynn had been right – her lycra microskirt was climbing with every step, and she kept having to pull the hem downwards at both the front and the back.  Her unfettered breasts, bouncing with each step, were also causing her cut-off t-shirt to climb up her chest, and before long she had to pull it back down to avoid exposure of her nipples.

Soon they were on busier streets, and heads turned toward them on all sides.  Incredulous stares and whispers greeted their confident (or in Louise’s case, not quite so confident) stroll down the pavement, but they reached the station unmolested.  Louise, struggling with both her garments, felt terribly embarrassed as they descended the short flight of steps leading to the ticket machines, acutely aware that despite her efforts she was showing the front of her thong to anyone who happened to glance in her direction.  Lynn, on the other hand, was making no attempt to keep her thong from public view, and was loving every second of the attention she was getting.

Julie, whose microskirt was too loose to ride up, walked unconcernedly straight up to a ticket machine and bought three travelcards.  She rejoined her friends and together they passed through the barriers and stepped on to the escalator.  As they descended, Lynn turned to Julie and kissed her.  Julie put her arms around Lynn and lowered her hands to Lynn’s buttocks.  She pulled her friend’s dress up to her waist, and Louise could only look on in shocked amazement at the boldness of them both.  By the time they had reached the bottom of the escalator, however, Lynn and Julie had parted and straightened their clothing.  Lynn winked at Louise, and the three of them headed for the train platform.

“Okay,” whispered Julie.  “The stunts start now.  Who’s first?”

“Louise should start, since she’s likely to be less outrageous at first,” suggested Lynn.  “But we still haven’t figured out a prize for whoever wins.”

“The prize,” decided Lynn, “is that the other two girls will have to do whatever the winner orders them to do, until midnight tonight.”

“Ooh yes, I like it,” said Julie, pleased.  “Right – go for it, Louise.”

Louise took a deep breath.  She felt light-headed.  She very much wanted to impress her cousin and her new friend, but she was not sure if she could keep up with their competition.  She tried hard to think of something exhibitionistic and daring to do.

“Okay,” she said, “watch this.”  She walked quickly ahead of the other two, heading out on to the platform, and there she quickly pulled her cut-off t-shirt up to her neck, flashing her full but shapely breasts for a fraction of a second.  She replaced the t-shirt and ran back to Lynn and Julie, blushing furiously.

“Not bad,” said Julie admiringly.  “You have lovely breasts, you know.”

“I know,” agreed Lynn.  “I’m so jealous!”

“Thanks.”  Louise stared at her shoes in embarrassment.  “Who’s next?”

“I think you should nominate someone,” said Julie.

“Okay … I nominate you,” Louise responded.

Julie smiled.  “Aren’t you sweet.”  She pulled up her microskirt so that it was bunched around her waist, then walked out on to the platform, as bold as brass, showing her pussy and bare bottom to everyone around her.  For several seconds she left the skirt where it was, while one or two people shouted either encouragement or abuse at her.  Finally she pulled her skirt back down and returned to the others.

“Definitely more outrageous,” said Lynn with a grin.

Louise nodded.  “I have to agree.”

“Well then, I guess it’s my turn,” sighed Lynn.  “Now what can I do to beat that…?”

“Our train’s here,” said Julie.  “It’ll have to wait.”

They boarded the train when it arrived, and Lynn sat down with her legs spread wide apart.  As the train moved off, she pulled her thong to one side and began to stroke her clitoris.  The gaze of two men sitting opposite her was riveted.  After half a minute she parted the lips of her pussy and let her bunched thong slip into the groove.  She left her legs spread apart.

“That was…” Louise began.

“The best yet,” concluded Julie.  “Your turn again Louise.”

Louise’s jaw dropped.  However was she going to top that?  She thought hard for a moment, then decided that she was not yet willing to give up the competition.  The men opposite looked like they were appreciating the view, and the only women in the carriage were further away and not likely to see what she was doing.  She hesitated for only a moment, then she pulled up her skirt around her waist, untied her thong at the sides, and threw the garment out of the open window.  She sat back down, still with her skirt around her waist, and paused for a few seconds before pulling her skirt down again.

“Hey, great minds think alike!”  Lynn was delighted.  “I did that the other day.”

“Hmm,” said Julie.  “But is it more erotic than actually playing with yourself in public?  I don’t think so.”

“Oh I do.”  Lynn was firm on this point.  “I think Louise has topped my effort.”

Julie shrugged.  “Well you only need one vote.  Well done Louise.  My turn I guess.”  She pondered various options for half a minute, then she got to her feet.  She pulled her microskirt up around her waist, pulled her top up above her breasts, exposing them fully, then began to walk down the aisle of the carriage.

Louise gasped and watched with wide eyes as Julie passed a middle-aged woman who began to berate her loudly.

“You little trollope!” she yelled.  “I shall call the police!”

Julie turned around and trotted quickly back to her seat, where she pulled her top down, though she left her skirt where it was.  The two men sitting across from them burst into spontaneous applause, then fell silent and watched with eager expectation to see what Lynn would do.

“Hmm,” said Lynn.  “A tough act to follow.”  She stood up, pulled her dress up to her waist, then pulled her thong down to her ankles and stepped out of it.  Then she turned around and sat down on the lap of one of the men opposite, whose expression of unparalleled delight set Louise giggling.  Lynn took the man’s hand and guided it to her pussy, which he rubbed for a moment before Lynn pushed one of his fingers inside her vagina.  The man could not believe his luck.  He stuck his free hand up underneath her dress and began to squeeze her left breast.

But then Lynn decided she had done enough.  She pulled her dress back down, put her thong back on, and sat down again.

“Better still!” said Julie, and Louise nodded.

“Your turn now,” said Lynn to Louise.

Louise’s face fell.  She was not ready, she felt, to allow strange men to probe her orifices with their fingers or anything else.

“Hey, our stop’s coming up,” said Julie.

Louise was desperate.  She wanted to top Lynn’s stunt, but she was anxious to do so before they got off the train.  This was a good place for such things, with a (mostly) supportive audience that she might not find elsewhere.  Thinking quickly, she stood up and took off her t-shirt, followed by her skirt.  Then she kicked off her shoes and, before she had time to reconsider, set off running naked down to the far end of the carriage.  The middle-aged woman screamed and began shouting at her, but Louise ignored her.  When she reached the end, she turned and ran back to where her friends were, but instead of sitting down, she threw herself face down across the lap of one of the men.

“Spank me,” she hissed to him.  “Nothing else though!”

The man did not need to be told twice.  He smacked her bottom fairly smartly (but not too hard) six or seven times, and then stopped.  Louise rolled off his lap, retrieved her clothes, and resumed her seat, rather breathless.

This time it was Julie and Lynn who applauded.  Lynn patted her on the back.  “That was excellent!” she exclaimed.  “Best yet.”

“My turn now,” said Julie.  As the train entered the station, she stood up, with her skirt still around her waist and her naked pussy exposed to the world.  She pulled off her top and, when the doors opened, she brazenly walked out on to the semi-crowded platform.  Only after at least thirty people had seen her did she put her top back on and pull her skirt down.

Lynn and Louise hurried to catch up with her.  “That was pretty cool,” said Lynn.  “But I don’t think it beats Louise’s performance.

“Oh, I think it does,” countered Louise.  “It’s one thing to be an exhibitionist in a mostly-empty train carriage – quite another to walk out naked on to the platform.”

“Fair enough,” said Lynn.  “You’re still in, Julie.  My turn now I suppose.”  She pulled her dress up over her head and slung it over one arm.  Then, with her free hand, she grabbed her thong and pulled so hard that the flimsy garment ripped apart.  By this time they had reached the escalator.  Lynn stepped on to it, and as they ascended she threw the useless thong over the side rail.  Apparently unconcerned by all the attention she was getting from people descending on the other side, she calmly remained naked all the way up to the top.  Once there, she walked halfway to the ticket barriers before pulling her dress back on.  Now, however, she was obliged to hold on to the hem with her hands, stretching it downwards so that it could cover her pussy.  Whenever she let go, the hemline would spring back up above crotch level.

“Okay,” said Julie with a chuckle.  “I suppose that’ll do.  I particularly liked the thong-ripping bit.”

They passed through the barriers and headed out on to Evesham Street, which led towards the pedestrian precinct.  As they walked, Louise adopted a fairly springy step, which caused her breasts to bounce heavily beneath her miniature t-shirt.

“Your turn, Louise,” said Julie.

“I know – I’m doing it,” Louise responded.

Lynn and Julie watched her with furrowed brows, then both began to smile as it became apparent what was happening to her.  As she walked, her skirt was slowly but surely riding up to expose her pussy, and her breasts were almost ready to pop out from under her t-shirt.  All too soon, they did, but Louise did not attempt to cover them up.  Staring straight ahead of her, she carried on with her bouncy walk until the t-shirt was bunched up around her upper chest, on a level with her armpits.  Her skirt by now was gathered about her hips, and passers-by were beginning to point and shout.

“Watch out – policeman!” warned Julie.

Louise hastily covered herself as she spied the uniformed officer standing with his back to them not twenty yards away.  Lynn maintained her tricky struggle to keep her own pussy covered, and all three were glad when they were safely past the policeman and had turned into the pedestrian precinct itself.

“Well, I think Louise’s show was pretty good,” said Julie, “but perhaps not as good as Lynn’s.”

“Aww, you’re being too harsh,” argued Lynn.  “She was, after all, out on a busy street.  I’m voting for her.”

Julie sighed.  “All right,” she said.  “My turn then.  Stay here.”  She turned and hurried into a nearby stationer’s, and emerged a couple of minutes later with a pair of scissors.  She grinned at her friends.  “Good thing I had a little money left over after buying the tickets,” she said.  “Come on.”  She turned and led them further down the street, stopping beside a manhole cover.  Thereupon she pulled off her skirt, lifted up the cover (which was a lot heavier than she had anticipated), and threw the skirt into the manhole.  The other two girls gasped in shock.

Quickly, Julie now removed her tank top so that she was now completely naked apart from her shoes.  She crouched down and laid her top on the ground, then hurriedly cut four or five inches off the bottom of the garment, leaving herself with an even skimpier top and what could possibly pass for a boob tube.  She now put the tank top back on (what was left of it), though she was rather perturbed to discover that it now did not quite cover her breasts.  Nevertheless, she stepped into the other half of the garment and pulled it up to her groin.  Fortunately the top had been skin-tight, and now it worked adequately as a micro-mini skirt.  She arranged the skirt so that it just covered her pussy at the front, and almost completely covered the lower curve of her bottom at the back.  Her buttock cleavage was still showing over the top of the new skirt, but she did not mind this as much as the fact that she could only keep her breasts covered by pulling her top down with both hands.

By now she had attracted a fair-sized crowd of mostly appreciative men, and one or two curious women.  She smiled at them all, and received a little applause.  Surprisingly, nobody heckled her at all.

“That was ingenious!” exclaimed Lynn.

“And very sexy!” added Louise.  “That’s definitely the best yet!”

“I agree,” said Lynn.  “Come on – let’s move on.”

They walked further along the precinct and the crowd dispersed.  Lynn was thinking hard.  However was she going to top Julie’s show?  She would have perhaps defecated and smeared poo all over herself, but her bowels were unfortunately empty.  What else could she do?

Finally she made up her mind.  She trotted down to the end of the street, where a busy main road bordered the precinct.  In the near lane a row of cars was waiting at a red light, but it was in the process of turning to green just as she got there.  She wasted no time, whipping her dress up over her head and pulling it off.  She ran up to the back of a big 4x4 and draped her dress over its spare tyre, just as the vehicle began to drive off.

Horns honked as if there were no tomorrow.  Lynn held one arm over her breasts, with her other hand over her shaven pussy, and ran naked back to where Julie and Louise were standing.

“Ten out of ten!” exclaimed Julie.  “But you’re a bit screwed now, don’t you think?”

“Oh shut up and just give me a bit of cover, will you?”  She backed up against a brick wall and motioned for Louise and Julie to stand in front of her.

But this time there was no avoiding the attention.  Eight or nine rubber-necked men of various ages were approaching with a mere pretence at nonchalance, staring at Julie’s and Louise’s barely-covered bottoms and trying to see past them to the naked girl beyond.

“Come on,” said Julie, “let’s get to that toilet in the multi-storey.”

Lynn nodded.

“Ready?  Go!”

Julie broke from the group and dashed up the street, closely followed by Lynn, with Louise bringing up the rear, trying desperately to keep herself covered up.  But it was hopeless to do so while running, and she soon stopped bothering to try.  No sooner had she let go of her top than it was riding high, both breasts falling out and bouncing wildly as she ran.  Her skirt rose too, and within a couple of seconds she might as well have been naked for all the good her clothes were doing.

Julie fared no better.  Her skirt was not even a real skirt, and it rucked up to become pencil-thin almost immediately.  Her cut-off tank-top was not even as long as Louise’s t-shirt, and it too rose up to her armpits.  And so as the girls sprinted up the street towards the multi-storey car park, the astonished shoppers were treated to perfect views of three naked, shaven pussies and three pairs of bare, bouncing breasts.

But not for long.  Julie reached the door that led into the multi-storey and held it open while her friends bundled in.  Then, in relative seclusion, they bounded up the stairs to the fourth floor and hurried into the women’s toilet.

“What a rush!” exclaimed Louise.  “I feel so … liberated!”

“Good girl,” said Lynn with a grin.  “It is fun to be naked in public, isn’t it?”

Louise nodded.  “But at least I still have some clothing,” she said, pulling down both her skirt and her t-shirt.  “What are you going to do?”

Lynn shrugged.  “I’ll just have to run naked back to the tube station and remain nude until we get back to the flat.”

Julie froze.  “Oh heck!” she said.

“What?”  Lynn was alarmed by Julie’s expression.

“The skirt I threw into the manhole – it’s got our tickets in the pocket!”

Louise gasped.  “Oh no!”

“And,” continued Julie, wringing her hands in desperation, “the keys to the flat!”

“Well, the tickets we could have managed without,” said Lynn, “but we need those keys.  We’ll have to go down that manhole.”

Julie brightened.  “Yes, I suppose we shall.  Whose turn is it?”

Both she and Lynn turned to look at Louise, whose eyes widened.

“Now wait a minute,” she said quickly.  “You expect me to go out there and go down into that manhole?”

“Unless you can think of a better way to top Lynn’s latest display,” said Julie.

Louise thought hard for a moment, then said, “Well it was Julie who threw the bloomin’ keys down the hole – shouldn’t she be the one to go and get them?”

Lynn shrugged.  “Does that mean you can think of something else to do?” she asked.

“How about this,” said Julie.  “Whichever of us is knocked out of the competition first has to go and get the keys and the tickets.”

“Ah yes, much better idea,” agreed Lynn.  “Okay Louise, go for it.”

Louise thought for a moment, then said, “Fine, but are you seriously going to come out and watch me?”

“That’s a good point,” said Julie.

“Of course I’ll come out,” Lynn replied defiantly.  “I didn’t get naked in public just so I could go and hide in a toilet.”

“Fair enough,” said Julie.  “Okay, let’s get out there and see how Louise fares.”

They left the toilet, with Louise wondered what on Earth she was going to do when she got outside.  When they reached the ground floor, she turned to her friends and said, “You might as well stay inside – you’ll be able to see me from here.”

Lynn shrugged as if it made no difference to her, but secretly she was a little relieved.  She and Julie watched as Louise walked outside rather hesitantly.  Then her stride became more purposeful, and she trotted up to a passing youth who had been eyeing her clothing appreciatively.  They began to converse, and the man’s eyebrows shot up.

“What on Earth is she doing?” Lynn wondered aloud.

“Hey!” said a woman who was coming down the stairs with a young child.  “Get some clothes on!”

“I can’t,” said Lynn without turning.  “My clothes are miles away from here by now.”

“Good grief!” exclaimed the woman, dragging her wide-eyed child past the girls and out of the door.

Meanwhile, Louise and the young man were still conversing.  They appeared to be debating something fairly heatedly.  Finally the man seemed to acquiesce, and he shook Louise’s hand.  He looked about nervously, then he reached forward and took hold of Louise’s t-shirt with both hands.  He yanked it hard, pulling his hands apart and ripping the t-shirt down the middle.  Louise made no objection, and remained standing still while he removed the garment entirely.  Then he grabbed the skirt and pulled it so forcibly that it, too, tore apart and came off.  Before any of the passers-by could react in time to stop him, he had stripped Louise naked.  He then took off down the street at a run, clutching the torn garments to his chest.

Only now did Louise react appropriately.  She threw her arms across her breasts, exclaiming in alarm, and ran up to a nearby young woman who was carrying a plastic bag.  Louise gestured towards the bag and spoke to the woman, who merely shook her head and moved off hastily.  Louise ran up to a few other people and spoke to them, too, until finally one middle-aged woman pulled a pair of jeans out of a bag and offered them to Louise.  The naked young girl took a quick look at them, then shook her head and turned away, running off back towards the door where Julie and Lynn were waiting for her.

She burst in breathlessly.  “How was that?” she asked.

“Brilliant!” exclaimed Julie.  “What were you saying to those people?”

“Oh, I was telling them my clothes had just been stolen and asking if they had anything they could give me to cover up.  Finally I got offered a pair of jeans, which obviously I didn’t want, so I said they weren’t my size and ran off.  Whew!”  She grinned.

“And how did you persuade that guy to strip you?” inquired Lynn.

“Oh, he wasn’t too hard to persuade.  He thought it was a great idea but was worried about getting arrested for it.  I promised him I wouldn’t press charges and pointed out that there weren’t any policemen in sight at the time.”

“Well, that’s got to beat Lynn’s last effort,” said Julie.

“Definitely,” agreed Lynn.  “Your turn, Julie.”

“Wow – a tough act to follow,” said Julie, a little worried. “Let me think for a bit.”

“Well shall we get out of sight until you’ve thought?” suggested Lynn.

“Hear, hear,” approved Louise, who was now feeling terribly vulnerable and exposed.

“No, wait, I’ve got an idea,” said Julie.  “Stay here.”  She walked sedately outside, continually adjusting both her nanoskirt and her cut-off tank-top so that they at least offered a pretence of clothing her, and crossed the street, heading towards an ice-cream van that was dispensing various frozen snacks to hot and thirsty pedestrians.  When she reached it she spoke to the vendor for a couple of minutes, and then he handed her a small plastic tub.  She was about to take it when he appeared to have second thoughts and withdrew it, and the two of them conversed some more.  Then Julie took off her top and her ‘skirt’, and handed both garments to the man in the van.  In return he gave her the tub.  Turning around to face Lynn and Louise, she leaned back against the van and scooped a handful of soft ice cream from the tub and slapped it on to her chest.  She began rubbing it into her breasts, then stuck her hand back into the tub to pull some more out.  She squished this into her belly, then slid her hand down to her pussy, into which she started to rub the fast-melting ice cream.  Then she tipped the rest of the tub’s contents over her breasts, and embarked on an orgy of rubbing and caressing.  Here Lynn and Louise ceased to enjoy the show, for such a crowd had gathered that their view was blocked by a mass of jostling bodies.

“Oh man!” Lynn complained.  “Just when it was getting good!”

But something was wrong.  The crowd quickly parted and Julie, covered from neck to mid-thighs in ice cream, came sprinting for the door.  Lynn hurriedly opened it so that she could enter.

“Police!” shrieked Julie as she ran through and then past them, up the stairs.  “Run!”

 

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