After my first hubby and I parted ways I went little wild even by my standards. My friend and former flatmate had just started dating a really dishy guy. He was young fairly rich and knew exactly how to treat a woman. One night I bumped into him in the street and he curiously invited me for coffee which we drank in a local cafe. He agreed to walk me home and nothing more happened. I learned that he walked everywhere or used public transport out of principle. I also found out that the street we met on was the common point of his journey home from work. I started to hang out on the street in hopes of meeting him. The first couple of nights I must of missed him but then there he was, another invite to coffee. This happened about four times.
One night I’m in the flat and the bell rings, its him looking for my flatmate, I invite him in saying she’d be home soon. I offered him a drink, he excepted coffee and I offered to make a meal, I was just about to make mine. He agreed and I said I’d make some for my flatmate. I put the table ready and put out some wine. Then fortune fell into my lap. The phone rang and it was my friend. She was as I well knew staying over at her mother’s. I managed to orchestrate the conversation as if she had suddenly phoned to say they was a family emergency, (her much young brother was in hospital for a minor procedure hence she was home) I mentioned that her boy friend had popped around and I just said, “I tell him” which made it sound as if she was sending apologies which she was of sorts.
I now turned back to my company and explained the emergency. And that my flat mate said I was to say she’d call tomorrow. I told him to stay and have the meal. Well I plied him with wine and kept him talking until well passed mid-night then offered him my bed whilst I took my friends. He took a little persuading but excepted. Once I was sure he was a sleep
I stripped and stolen into my room and climbed into bed. My cover story was going to be the sleep walking routine. I started to play with him and it wasn’t long before he responded and somewhat in a alcoholic sleep daze started to play with me. Well it didn’t take long before he was showing just how good a lover he could be. Next morning over breakfast
he asked me to keep our little fling a secret from my friend saying that he really loved her and thought she was the one. I agreed to keep quite.
About a week late I was waiting on the street corner for him to come by and he blanked me. Deliberately. So mad as hell I storm home to the flat and on entering before I said anything else I exploded. “Do you know that little thing he does with his tongue isn’t all that great after all. He only managed to make me cum once and then I had to help him” my
two friends just looked at me puzzled. So I put the cu-de-gras in, “And his “member” isn’t all that big (friends name here)”. Well my friend just didn’t know what to believe. She was just sat there. Then cool as a cumber she says. “Well if you think I’m having second helpings after you, your mistaken and so his he” she picks up the phone and tells him
exactly that and cold shoulders me for the rest of the week.
My other flatmate tries her best to make piece between us without much success until one day I come home from work and my friend betrayed as prepared a lovely meal. She says she forgives me if he’d been really the one he’d never have slept with me and she’s heard he’s got another girl already. She suggests that after the meal we should all go out clubbing.
We met up with other friends and started to let our hair down and become easier with each other. About two in the morning we grab a taxi to drive back to the flat. My other two friends lived the opposite way to us so we agreed to drop them first since they where closure to the club and they’d pay the charge to their flat, and we’d have about the same normal charge back to ours. We’d got comfortable in the cab when my friend says
“Sandra” I turned to face her and she slaps me really hard. ‘that’s for sleeping with him and this”. (she pulls me off the seat into the open floor space) “is for betraying a sister” With that the four of them set about me and before I could recover from the shock of the slap and
pulling off the seat my shoes where off and my belt was undo and my flatmate had yanked my panties down, my other flatmate had pull my top up over my head and since there was no bra that night I was already feeling quite naked. I suddenly came to my senses and started to fight and I mean fight because I was sure whatever they planned was not going
to me the usual flash the cabbie which sometimes we did. The struggle just made it easier I think for the top to be removed and I instinctively covered my chest. My flatmate removing the top now laid across me pinning my arms and body. Three sets of hands made very easy
work of my skirt preventing me from kicking. Now naked I was pinned down firmly.
“Take a right here please” my friend said, the taxi turned and continued. I began to plead and beg and try to apologise and make light of it. The four of them where just quiet not taking any notice. “Left here and pull up near the old red brick building” my friend directed the driver. The taxi came to a halt and she opened the door and got out. I thought well they are just going to make me go home naked and give the driver a little show as I streak from the cab. But no they lift me up off the floor into a hunched position and I now panic and scream and plead no. But no help was coming and I was propelled out of the cab.
I stumbled and staggered and caught my balance. The cabbie was just beaming smiles as he looked out of his open window at me stood there naked. I covered and crouched to conceal. “Okay you’ve had your fun. I get the point” , I said. My friend climbed back into the cab and it sped off down the road.
I looked around quickly to get my bearings and new exactly where I was. On a certain street near somebody’s office. I heard male voices singing and getting closure I looked for somewhere to hide or run. About 100 feet away was a alley way which went between two buildings, I had to run down the hill to it then down a flight of steps into it. I went into the
dark and just preyed no one especially the singing males would use it. My heart pounded as I could hear the males getting closure and closure. I looked to the other end of the alley I could see cars going by about one per minute, a couple worked past and I froze but they didn’t turn in. Then a guy by himself then a mixed group. My attention came back to the singing males who’s heads came into view as I looked up the steps they stood there for about 10 fifteen seconds singing and talking before moving off. It took about another five minutes or so for them to disappear from immediate sound, in that time another couple had passed at the other end and then a group of lads eating fish and chips. Some
more taxi’s and cars.
I was sure that the girls where going to send the taxi back for me at least or come back themselves with it. They’d had enough time to circle the block 100 times. I’d been listening for the tell tale sound of a diesel taxi pulling up and them calling but none had come. I got
frighten now and really began to think they’d meant to leave me like this to get home. I then thought that with all the singing I must have not heard the taxi pull up and it must be parked up. I gingerly walked back to the foot of the steps and started to climb slowly. I made sure that one arm was around my breasts and the other covered my bush as best
it could. I slowly straining with my head to see before being seen moved up the steps. Once I was near the top I could look out ahead and for a small range of road. I had to come fully to the end of the building and almost be out in the street to look up and down the wide well lit road. You could make out every detail including colours under the strong orange street light. There where concrete raise flower beds, waste bins, benches, trees planted, and all the usual street furniture. A very wide two lane road which in reality could probably allow three vehicles each way to pass. The road went up a steep hill to my right and down the
steep hill to my left. The alley ran down to the road that went along the river side. Those readers living in Newcastle will know exactly where I am. Just at that a group of three lads came around the corner at the top of the hill talking in normal voices it still echoed around the empty street. I back off back down the steps with no taxi in sight.
I now pitter-pattered to the other end of the alley keeping my bits and pieces covered best I could. This end of the alley comes out onto the street at a set of steps as well but these lead down from the alley. As I’d walk to this end a couple of taxi’s had passed by. I slowly inched my way down the steps. The last step ended level with the edge of the buildings so you’d have to step straight into the street. I poked my head out there was a couple over the road walking down and I heard something looked straight a head in the opposite direction to see a bloke head down only feet away from me. My heart leaped and I sprang back up the stairs into the darkness just in time as he passed how he missed me I’ll never know. It was the first of three lucky escapes that night.
I now walked back to the middle of the alley and rested against the wall to think. Although a warm summers evening I was beginning to chill. I really didn’t have an idea how long I’d been there I never wear a watch when I’m out. It must have been at least 10 minutes certainly 15 could have been 20. I was now really panicking. It was obvious the girls where not coming back. I began to think what to do” The taxi driver would come back even if it was only for another look. I figured by now he’d have dropped them all off and would be heading back it would still perhaps be another 10 minutes. Would he be gallant enough to take me home without requiring any payment other than my nudity. This was not really a plan. Walk home. About 5 no 6 no seven miles the way I’d have to walk. Not an option. Besides the first part of the journey would require me to walk down the hill to the bottom then up to the Tyne bridge walk across it. No forget that I’d be seen and well it just wasn’t on.
I’d have to be seen by some one. Not men, a couple, the protection of a female but the help of a male. A older couple not a younger couple. They have something to cover me and could well call me a cab, but perhaps they call the police. I could flag down a cab myself and hope he was trustworthy. It would mean running out into the riverside road to flag one down or the market place above. He’d see everything but that would be the price. Then the image of the three lads came to mind, or what was near them in the picture, and a plan started to crystallise. I could run up the hill and across the road to the phone box and call, call dad, no mum. Oh but no money, reverse charges! Yes that was the plan. But then I’d be in the light it would take mum, 10 minutes to dress, five to get the car out, 15 to drive here, may be less this time of night. I’d have to come back to the alley.
I stole myself for the run up the hill and across the road to the phone box. The walk back to the bottom of the steps seemed very long. He taking of each step forever. At the top I had a couple of small paces to take to be at the edge of the buildings wall. I looked out up and down no one was about. Just then a couple appeared at the top and began to cross the road to head down to the riverside by the main route. I ducked back in. Staying in the alley was not really safe. Eventually someone would use it I was sure for a short cut or for other nefarious reasons. I poked my head out again the couple had just about finished their crossing. I now once it was clear stepped out into the street shaking like a leaf and slowly looking all around and over my shoulder up and down the hill on both sides began to tip toe in the direction of the phone box. The moving up hill was hampered by my trying to conceal myself, so know one being obviously around, I dropped my defence for the defence of speed and hoped I’d hear anyone or saw them before they saw me. It seemed to be getting father away did the phone box. But panting I made it. Pulling open the heavy door I stepped in. It was a old fashioned red box not one of these new American type kiosks.
I now had a problem. I could be clearly seen to be naked due to the light in the box and the street light. No hiding my nudity. I’d needed at least one hand to make the call and that would leave me defenceless. I picked up the receiver and called the operator it took ages for her to answer. Just as she did, horror of horrors, a group of silent males came around the corner and started heading down the hill. They where less than 10 feet away from me, I was completely on view. They just walked by. They didn’t even notice. I spoke with the operator and she called myparents number. “Please dad, don’t answer” He did but I couldn’t speak to him until the operator put me through. He agreed to take the call. “Hi dad, sorry to wake you could you put mum on” demands to know what was wrong and further ‘dad I just need to talk to mum”. Mum comes on and I begin to explain and as I do for the first time since the guys walked passed I turn to look in the direction they went. A young couple cuddling each other and whispering sweet nothings where slowly walking
up the hill they where about 80 yard off me. If they looked up from each other they’d see everything. I kept my eyes fixed on them and tried to decoded what to conceal with my spare hand. I decided my bush. Why I just didn’t turn bum to them I don’t know to this day.
I explained to mum the situation. She told dad, and said he’d come for me. “No” I insisted it had to be her. I told her where I was and she said she’d be there as soon as possible. Whilst explaining the couple got closure and closure. The young girl looked up and seemingly saw nothing. The guy now turn front and caught all of me sideways on but
clearly nude. ‘she’s naked” he said the girlfriend looked puzzled then followed his eyes and after the shock and hand to mouth she burst out laughing. They both just looked and stared and kept on walking as I explained to mum what had happened and where to come. I’d slowly turned to conceal myself as best I could and was sure they where going to stop
and offer help. “Mum there’s a couple here I’ll see if they can help” This meant pushing open the box’s door and now they got a great view of me full frontal. The girl now spoke, ‘she’s pissed of mental come on lets get out of here” and with that still training their eyes on me they hurried up, up the hill and disappeared around the corner. I finished with mum and put the receiver down wondering if the operator had been listening in. But if she had perhaps she’d kept quite and summoned the police. I wasn’t sure what there training required. All I could think of as before when I thought of the police as potential recurs was that it would surely get out and I’d lose my career.
Now I was faced with a more difficult and scary task. I had to leave the insecurity of the box for the open wide road and run down the hill to shelter back in the alley. Clasping one arm around chest and the other covering my bush I set off back. Going down hill meant I was slightly out of control running so I slowed myself and came to a stop and then just walked. Suddenly voices, from where, then realisation, the alley. Three guts came up out of the alley. I froze looked around, saw the raise flower bed and walking speedily dashed to it then ducked down. All I needed now was for someone to come from opposite directions and I was sure to be caught. The guys started up the hill and crossing the road. Oh God this was it. Then I heard it a taxi. I thought it was the girls after all. It suddenly turned into the wide road and roared down to me. I heard a whistle and the taxi’s diesel engine squealed to a halt with the breaks. The doors opened and I heard the guys giving address and
they climbed in and the taxi roared off. It had literally pulled up in front of me in the middle of the street. If the cabbie or the guys getting in had looked for more than a glancing seconded they’d have seen me cowering which would have made them look again which would have meant they would have seen I was naked and that would have been horrible. Thank God they didn’t.
I made it back to the alley. I decided to stay at the top of the steps unless someone came by. I wanted to be ready. Time passed slow. I could from time to time see cars and people walking by at the other end of the alley. Occasionally a taxi would come by. Thankfully it seemed that pedestrians where going other ways tonight. Hen I heard a group. The girls cackling the guys whistle or jeering. Hey turned into the wide road and cane straight for the alley. Oh what to do” I had no choice I had to move away from the top down into the alley. I scampered down the steps and covered myself. As they got closure I ran further into the
alley. I was trying to think of an hiding place. Just at that they where at the head of the steps. The two lads started to turn down. My heart just burst out of my chest. “You can forget that. We”re not going down their with you” one of the girl’s said. The lads turned back and I heard them walking off.
I now heard a car turn the corner and slow down and then come to a quite halt. Engine still running. I heard female footsteps and a voice I recognised. Mum. I shoot up the steps and stopped at the top. Mum was calling out, and one of the lads was calling back in mocking tomes. One of the girls was telling him to be quiet. I just couldn’t do it then mum appeared at the top of the steps. I nearly jumped out of my skin. ‘come on. Esme is waiting, and I want a talk with you” mum was very cross.
“I’m naked” I said as if she didn’t know. She turned back to the car and I walked forward. I was sure she had gone to get something but know she just open the rear door and proceeded to get in. Just at that one of the lads appeared from the down side of the hill and spooked me. “GOD she’s starkers, look at this she’s bloody in the nuddy” well now the girls turn back up the hill with the other lad and saw my streak for the car. They whistled and shouted. I closed the door and locked it as Esme drove off the lads trying to get in and running besides the taxi squealing in delight.
Mum was furious with me but not half as much as dad was ashamed of me. Not for being naked in the street. He was cross about that and the danger I was in. Just pleased it turned out safe. But ashamed at why I was there.
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