The hen night itself was a drunken affair at one of the better night clubs night Whitley Bay. Normally there would be some fun and games in the night club but nothing happen that night. I will tell you about visits to that night club some other time. So we end up on the seafront working back to the car park where we agreed to meet the bus to take us home.
I’m aware of some whispering going on but I can’t make out what is being said because I’m to drunk and trying to concentrate on some stupid conversation with my mum’s friend Kath. Next thing I know I’m being pin to a shop’s large glass window and wondering why for a split second to long unsure that my panties where at my knees and the night chill was about my person before I could react. My reaction was to try and push away from the window and bend down to grab the panties which caused my back to arch. This allowed the second pair of hands to push up my boob tube making me scream so I stood back up which now legs closer together aided the panty stripping they just falling to the floor. Pulling my top back down from the front give the second pair of hands just the opportunity they needed they to unclip and remove my strapless bra. My skirt was now pulled up revealing much more of me by another pair of hands and a group of guys wolf whistled and jeered. I was pushed hard against the window squashing my breasts and my legs lifted from under me to pull of the panties. Once their objective was achieved they released me.
I quickly straighten up my clothes to more whistles and jeers of disappointment and could turn and see the group of lads. About five in early twenties. The girls where not content with this but made sure by holding them up that the lads got a good view of my set of white underwear. I tried to grab them but my shortness and drunkenness prevented me from getting them back. More groups of lads and girls and mixed groups now seemed to appear and started shouting, whistling and jeering. In the attempts to get my underwear back I left my self exposed to exposure. Suddenly my boob tube is pulled down just as my body is facing the two main group of lads. They go wild so I stop my jumping after three jumps my breasts jiggling all over and try to pull my top up. I’m delayed in this be cause I have to half turn my body keeping my feet firmly planted in position because another pair of hands as pulled up my mini skirt to real bottom and patch. I turn to conceal the patch. But not before at least some of the groups sees.
This is my fate for the next 10 minutes as we head for the bus. My underwear on show to everyone and if I try to retrieve it my flashed. The boob tube was pulled down very successfully a further twice with the lads and girls getting a good show of my wobbling charms. The mini skirt was a much easier target and spent four or five times around my waist. Despite my turning away, which meant that everyone got to see my bum, they also certainly got to see my bush on at least one occasion full on, and partially glimpses the rest of the time.
The bus drive home was uneventful. As we need my flat my two flat mates came to stand in the aisle to talk to me. Suddenly the one more behind me grabbed my boob tube as I leaned forward a bit to laugh at what my friend was saying about my earlier ordeal and the tube was off. It was flung away up the bus much to the appreciation of the other occupants. I clasped my arm around my chest and stood to complain and retrieve my top I wasn’t sitting on a bus topless with a old guy driving (about mid 30’s) and I certainly was getting off like that. My top was towards the back of the bus. As I turned to face that way the flat mate who had removed it grabbed my crossed arms. I thought she was trying to pull them away from me to reveal me so did everything I could to stop her. This allowed my other flatmate to very quickly pull the skirts zip and Kath who’d been sitting in from of me to turn and yank it down. I now tried to turn amidst screams to retrieve the skirt but in the narrow aisle of a moving bus still being drunk I just fell forward into my flat mates who grabbed me allowing Kath to remove my skirt and spirit it away.
I was now in heels naked and the bus lights come on and the bus starts to slow. I look over my head and realise two things. firstly my naked bottom is in the drivers rear view and I can see his smile in the mirror. Secondly we are at my road end. Being a large coach he drew to a halt at the road end. I was later to find out this was a request of my own mother. My flat mates turned me around and pushed me forward. I now realised that the driver was looking back up the bus and I’d not covered other parts that beers had reached so my bush was on display. I released my self imposed grip of arms around my chest to move one to cover and this was all it took for my matron of honour to pull back my arms behind me to give the driver a full show.
I was marched down the aisle right passed him like that he got a really good look. I should not have resisted and it would have been over in seconds rather than tens of seconds. Off the bus I’m released from the grip and I cover best I can and run as fast as heels will allow for our front door. The noise of the heels echoing around the street. I was sure that every neighbour in the world was up. Reaching the door did not end my ordeal I had to stand there naked until my friends walked very slowly down the road to open up and let me in.
I moved out of the flat the next week but after my first hubby and I split just on a year later I moved back in and lived there for another 4/5 years until re-marrying. One day I’m working down the road, very bright warm summers day. I was carrying groceries. There where three boys sitting on the wall (mid teens). One I recognised from over the way. I heard him say, “Ask her she’s one of the streakers””.
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