Betty 3

It was nearly Christmas. I'd had a long conversation with my daughters and their friend. It was difficult but we got over the events. I did not expect any more such events. Peter and Susan my eldest started formerly dating.

I was sat reading a paper back book. Susan and Janet where out somewhere playing if that's what teenage girls do. I heard a noise at the back door and went to investigate. Peter was stood in my kitchen.

"Sorry Mrs Smith out I'm going to have to relieve you of your clothing once more" he said.

No way. I said. I'm not playing any childish games with you.

Mrs Smith what would my mother think of this. he held up a photograph of me naked playing with myself. It was a recent one. He most have sneaked into my house some time.

You'd have to explain more than me I said.

I don't think so. I'll just show her this one. It was of me naked on my bed bound. He'd taken it from my collection which i hid elsewhere and did not think anyone knew about it.

What do you want. i asked again.

I've told you. please take off your clothes. all of them.

I had little choice. i pulled up my jumper and cast it off onto the table. I then went for the button of my jeans and undid it and the zip then pushed my jeans down to my lower legs. I then toe to heel removed my trainers and stumped out of my jeans. I now went for the buttons of my blouse and slowly undid them. This revealed my white bra and then panties. I took the blouse off and stood their in underwear.

Them too. he said.

I unhooked my bra and tossed it off onto the table with my jumper. Then slipped out of my panties to be naked. The panties went on the table too.

he looked me up and down. hands on head. he said. I did has instructed and he looked me up and down before making me turn on the spot slowly.

Once he had had is fill he picked up my bra and panties. Out into the shed he said.

What I said its freezing out there. I know and unless you want your daughters to freeze to death you'll do has i say straight away.

I really had no choice again. But by now my concern had turned to excitement. I walked has instructed hands on head out into my garden then over to the shed. it was freezing and body body convulsed. my nipples harden. It was the first time I was aware of that but I'm sure they must have been in the past. I found myself in the shed laying face down on the sun lounger. he had me place my hands behind my back and tied them then tied my ankles.

It was freezing. I was well cold when he returned. he untied my legs and had me stand. He took me to the shed in his garden. he had me sit down on the stool and spread my legs wide open. he had a really good view of my pussy which he made sure I knew by passing comment on it. He then tied my ankles to the stool with my legs bent back. This meant i was fully open on display and couldn't close. he disappeared.

It was about 10 minutes later I was frozen solid by now. It was my youngest daughter with him. She blushed bright red when she saw me. I just died. Peter had her stand in front of me and made me watch has he took off her bra and then her panties. Her hands where behind her back. So the bra was undone and pulled up and over her head. The panties where pulled down around her ankles. he had her stand legs spread then turn around.

He made her step out of the panties then he redressed her bra and then her panties. I was thankful of that.

Cindy was brought in next. She was already topless. It wasn't long before she was naked and twirling around slowly so that I could see everything. When done peter redressed her in to panties and took her off.

next was my eldest daughter. Completely naked. She looked frozen solid like me. The hood over her head was removed. We had to actively look at each other. peter was determined to make sure we had seen everything of each other.

he took her back.

he then came back for me and had another good look of me before untying me and have yet another good all-round look. and had me walk back to my shed before having me lay down again on the sun lounger and tied my ankles.

I was there for ages i could hear him moving the girls into the house.

he eventually came for me and said that the girls would be fine so long as I did what he wanted next. Other wise the girls would one day soon find themselves tied like me but with a line of boys from the neighbourhood.

he untied me and took me in. He took me up to my bathroom which was a surprise. A bath of hot soapy water was there. he untied me and had me get in. he washed my hair, then bathed me. every last inch. he then had me get out and dry before once more tying my hands behind my back.

He took me to my room and had me lay down on my bed before he hooded me. I now felt panic. I thought of my daughter like this. He then pulled my legs apart and tied my ankles to the corner of the bed. I was really on display.

What he did next had me screaming into the pillow. He using a finger lubed my arse hole and then pushed his finger in deeply. I was mortified. But not as much when he did what he did next. The black butt plug went in.

I laid there for ages without him doing anything. I cursed him and pleaded with him. eventually he left the room. I heard him return then a gasp. It was my eldest daughter. Then another gasp.

he took her back. Obviously she had seen my state. I now tired to get free because I was sure what was coming next.

Yes. first Cindy then Janet was brought and showed my state.

The room emptied and it was some 20 minutes before my eldest daughter returned dressed, and untied me.

Betty 2

It was a few weeks before the next incident. I had been to town shopping for our some things for the week away that I had planned with the girls.

I arrived home and could tell that the girls where two quiet not to be up to mischief. I went outside to look for them and found them sitting around the table drinking lemonade. Well I had thought that they'd perhaps be playing something. I asked where Peter was and was informed that his mum had insisted that he go and cut his grand parents lawn.

I went in and got on with some house work. About an hour later I heard Peter's voice and thought nothing of it. Obviously, they wouldn't play spies with me around. About another hour late getting on for about 2 PM I was in my bedroom making the bed when suddenly I shocked myself looking up. Peter was stood in the door way with his toy pistol in his hand.

Do as you are told and you wouldn't be hurt. He said.

Don't be silly I said. I'm not playing with you. I think you will he said. I stood defiant. He smiled and said I had a choice either I could play nicely or he'd make it really hard for my girls. I gulped.

Where are they? I asked. Their safe for now but they might find themselves a little exposed if you don't do what I want. He said.

I gulped again.

Okay what do you want I asked.

Stand over there he said pointing to the open space between the bed and wall the door was on. I moved into the space.

Okay, hands on head he said. And I complied. he looked me up and down. Turn around he said and I did.

Now back to him he said do you have a bra on under that top.

yes I said.

OK take the bra off he said.

I dropped my hands and pushed down my boob tubed top, not the one I had on previously a different one this one was black. I unhooked the black strapless bra which fasten in front then dropped it on the bed. I then pulled up the top to cover myself.

Hands back on head he said. I did as requested.

he had me turn around again and looked me up and down before having me stop once more back to him.

Ok do you have panties on he asked.

Yes I answered.

Ok turn around and show me lift up your skirt.

I turned and hesitating with great trepidation and trembling of hands raised my mini skirt. The v of the black lacy panties came into show. I blushed at the thought of what i was doing but i was on fire, high as a kite.

Okay, take them off he said.

I gulped and blushed. i looked over my shoulder out of the window and wondered where and how my girls where. He saw me look.

You can either be taken to your girls clothed or naked its up to you. Right now your going clothed but unless you get them panties off for me I'll drag you there naked.

Although younger than me he was very fit and i felt he could probably manage it.


I slipped off the panties and he had me once more turn on the spot hands on head. Then he said for me to put my hands behind my back. I was a little concerned at this but he reassured me he was taking me to see my daughters then I and they would be released.

I put my hands behind my back and he cuffed them. I was alarmed at first then really alarmed because i realised there where the pair from my draw that my hubby use to use in our games. Gosh i knew what else was in that draw i was now sweating and trembling all over.

he had me walk out the bedroom down the stairs and out into my garden. He took me to my shed and had me go in. On the sun lounge was my younger daughters skirt and blouse and my older daughters dress that they had been wearing earlier. I was told to sit down on the stool and he tied my ankles together having removed my scholls. Now bare foot.

He disappeared and i was left like that. he reappeared after about five minutes and entered and hung up on a hook my panties and bra. Gosh, I blushed because I felt i knew what he was going to do.

Please peter, I can't let my girls see me like this. He smiled and left.

About 10 minutes passed and he returned this time I could hear the patter of bare feet on the pavement stones of my path. The door open and my younger daughter was brought in. She was just in her underwear and she was positioned facing the hook with me underwear hung on it. She turned and looked at me and I blushed and lowered my head.

Peter left again and about 10 minutes later I heard him returning with another set of bare feet. I braced myself for my older daughters entry. The door opened and I was shocked. It was not my eldest daughter but her friend. She was topless. She was pushed in having tried to back away. On seeing me. But Peter wasn't having it and pushed her up against the shed wall to face the hook. After she settled a bit she realised what she was looking at, blushed, and said. "Mrs Smith". Which made me blush.

Peter disappeared again leaving us alone once more. I'm not sure why but we just did not speak.

Peter came back with another pitter pattering set of feet. The door open and my eldest daughter was in front of me. Well I could only tell it was her by her birthmark, she was completely naked. A hood was over her head. I let out a gasp and then she realised I was there.

Peter pushed her in and quickly whipped off her hood. She now saw me tied up and then the other two to the side. Peter pulled my youngest daughter close to the door and pushed my naked eldest daughter in between the other two girls. "MUM" she exclaimed when she saw what was on the hook.

We where left like that Peter disappearing. he returned with the girls underwear and hung it up on the other hooks.

Right you have a choice you can come with me willingly to be interrogated next door or i can integrate you here in front of these. NO please no I said. Find then Peter said.

He told my youngest daughter to lay down on the sun lounger and she did. he tied her ankles and then he untied my ankles and had me stand in my younger daughters place near the door. He then had my eldest daughter's friend sit on the stool and he tied her ankles. I could now look to my left and see her naked breasts once more. My eldest daughter was now turned around bottom to shed wall. Naked breasts and bush on show. he tied her ankles and then looked at me.

Out side he said and I turned to the door. He reached passed me and opened it and i stepped out. he had me walk forward to my back door and stop and turn to face the shed. he went back in closing the door.

Gosh this really made me panic. It was bad enough the first time crossing this little space handcuffed for the world to see. But just stood there like that was just making me scream inside.

I could hear my younger daughter making a well exclaiming sound. I wondered what he was doing. Then my daughters fried yes. You promised in a loud voice.

Peter reappeared gun in hand. He waved me to walk along the side of the shed then behind it and around back and through the gate to his shed.

Once in side his shed he hand me stand facing the door legs slightly spread. Pull your skirt up so i can see your bush. he said. I blushed and waited not moving.

You can either do has i say or i can make it harder for your daughters and their friend.

I took a deep breath after weighing up my options. Then tried my best to pull my skirt up hands being cuffed behind my back. eventually I was blush both with embarrassment and effort my bush clear on show. Peter had me turn around now my naked bottom was on show. Then he had me turn back.

He now told me to turn. Good i knew what was coming but it still took me by surprise has the top was pulled down. He stepped back and admired his work before telling me to turn. I did slowly revealing my boobs to him. he smiled.


He now stepped forward and before i could even try to defend myself pulled the top down and off. Well at least it recovered me taking the skirt with it. he had me step out of the top and then turn around on the spot. He looked intently at me.

he then had me turn back to him. God he did it quickly he unbutton my skirt. I tried to ward him off with my cuffed hands but to no avail. i was stood stark naked and bottom to him. Not for long has he had me turn around slowly and keep turning so he saw it all.

He then had me sit down on the kitchen stool he positioned in the centre of the floor from the side where it was. He looked on me for ages then turned to leave. he turned back and smiled. nearly forgot the proof. he said. I looked puzzled and he bent over and picked up my top and skirt.

NO please no. I said but he just smiled. he left my clothes in his hand.

he was gone a while. I could hear his voice and the girls but not clearly enough to make out what was being said. Partly it was their shock of seeing my clothes knowing i was naked.

he came back to the shed some time later and had with him my underwear. he had me step into the panties then he fitted my bra for me. He then had me turn around a few times and admired me. he then reached into his pocket and pulled something out.

What is this he said.

it was an item from my draw. I blushed. Its a sex toy i said. I know he said, but what do you call it and do with it. I said it was a dildo and a woman pleasured herself with it. he laughed. No tha't what you call the other thing with the vibrator stuffed inside of it. This is a what? I blushed. I realised that this 17 year old new what it was. I gulped.

A anal plug I said.

he chuckled.

Okay back to the other shed he said. he turned open the door and stepped aside for me to follow. Now being outside in my rather skimpy, see-through panties and bra was much worse than being just handcuffed. I walked quickly around to my shed. I expected to be going in but no he had me turn away to the house.

he led me up stairs to my room and then had me lay down on my bed. he bound my ankles. I thought what next. he stood back and looked at me.

Your younger daughter and Cindy will be brought in to see you. he said. Cindy was my eldest friend. He disappeared and about five minutes later i heard feet on the stairs I turned my head to the door to look along the landing and first Cindy appeared. hands on head. Completely naked. Behind her was my youngest daughter hands on head completely naked.

They where brought into the room and peter give them instructions.

Cindy told me that peter had pulled her panties down and left her tied to the stool naked. My youngest daughter told me that Peter hand undone her bra and pulled her panties down and left her like that. It was the payment for them not believing that Peter could get me in the shed without underwear.

The reason they where stood naked was that they didn't believe he'd strip me. Peter now had them turn around slowly and i was made to look on pain of them spending even more time naked and not inside.

Peter then took them off to my eldest daughters room.

He disappeared down stairs and returned in about 10 minutes with my eldest daughter. Completely naked, hands tied behind back hooded.

She was brought into my bed room.

Ok is your mother naked or clothed. he asked.

Naked my daughter said.

Before i could say or do anything peter turned me over and unhooked my bra and pulled me back over pulling the bra clear. I screamed a little. Peter said no. but now she's topless and hung my bra around my daughters neck. He then turned back to me. I could tell what was in his eyes. No please no i said repeatedly but to no avail my panties where pulled down to my ankles.

Laying bottom on show he now pulled off my daughters hood.

She blushed at my nakedness much more than i did hers. he now untied my daughters hands and said. I most go for my tea bye. And with that he left us to figure out this event.

Betty 1

My story I hope is not out of place here. It started when I was 40. I came home from work early one day to find the house very quiet. I wondered where my two daughters where. I realised they must be outside in the back so went to investigate. I could hear male voices in our shed and realised it was the next door neighbour. I opened the shed door and there where my two girls, Susan the eldest was sitting on a kitchen chair hands tied behind her back. My younger daughter Janice was on the sun lounger hands tied behind back and ankles tied. The three youngsters blushed bright red and I asked what was going on. They explained they where playing spies. I said that was okay but they must be careful.

Some weeks past and I arrived home from the town. I'd been shopping. I was exhausted. I got on packing away the groceries and made myself a cup of tea. I could now hear voices from next doors shed and realised where the girls where. Call it mother's concern but I had worried that perhaps spies was perhaps a bit too adult. So I went to look. There was a gate behind the sheds that allowed you to move between the gardens of the two houses.

I knocked on the shed door and ask if the girls where okay. They said yes they where just playing. At that the door open and the boy next door, Peter, said they where just playing spies again. I could not see my two daughters but could hear them moving. Let me see your all right I said. Peter stepped aside and Janice was on a bench laid down hands tied behind back ankles tied together her skirt I felt was accidentally up showing her knickers. Cover yourself up girl I said and stepped further in to do it. I then got my shock. My older daughter was sitting in just panties and bra.

She blushed and said for me not to make a fuss, nothing had happened that she didn't want to happen. Well, I didn't see it that way and immediately demand peter untie my daughters. Which he did blushing somewhat. Susan said the game was her idea and not to punish Peter or tell his mum.

I said I'd not say anything but this had to be the last.

Some months later I was allowed home from work early because the boss was having his 60's birthday. It was the first week of the six week holiday. I arrived home to quietness and immediately figured out what was going on. I decided to investigate quietly in case I was wrong. I went to our shed first and in the shed was my younger daughter. She was tied to a stool from my bedroom. Her bare feet where tied at the ankles. Her bare legs where held together. Her skirt, and tights where on the floor. Her t-shirt was on the work bench. her bra straps had been pulled down off her shoulders. her hands where tied behind her back.

Where is your sister I asked. She's been interrogated in next doors shed. I was told. I went by the gate to next doors garden. They had recently brought a new shed. Much bigger than the old one and had four small windows. I peered through the window to see my oldest daughter stood facing the wall bare back to me. Just black frilly panties on below.

Peter turned and saw me looking. I felt like the naughty girl. he opened the door and said that they where just playing and everything was OK. I said it was far from okay my daughter was nearly naked. I suddenly remembered I'd seen her dress in the other shed. Where are her clothes I demanded. Peter quite mater of factly said in the other shed. How did Susan get here then I asked and Peter blow me away and said, Like that hands on head. Susan now turned and begged me not to say anything to her dad or get peter into trouble. I said I wanted these games to stop before they went too far.


Problem was I was strangely aroused by the site of my daughter like that. I had played similar games when young and with their father. I couldn't get the idea out of my mind.

The week after next the girls where away with their father. I was on my normal days off and had hung out the washing and did all the chores. peter was playing in his garden, kicking a football up against the wall. I made some lemonade and called him over. he was pleased for the company and lemonade. We got talking about any old thing then I asked if he was bored. He said yes he was without his play companions. I said, truly quite innocently did he want to come over and play with me. I had in mind a board game. What would you like to play he asked. I said whatever he wanted? Spies he said. I blushed at the thought. I started a conversation about gardening and after awhile I said i had to get some work done.

Peter smiled and said, that he had a better idea. He pulled a toy gun from somewhere. He'd obviously got it when I went and made another round of lemonade. He told me to put my hands upon my head.

I think it must have been the depression I was in. I put my hands on my head. Peter told me to stand and I did. He stood and beckon with the gun towards the shed and I moved in its direction. He came around front and opened the door of the shed. He smiled and said. I need you to agreed to play. I nodded and after a small pause said yes.

I really hadn't thought this through at all. I found myself sitting in the kitchen chair with my hands tied to the side uprights. My ankles where tied to the legs. Peter said I was to be held there until they where ready to interrogate me. he left me like that for what seemed like an age. I could hear him tidying up and then over in his yard.

The door suddenly opened and he was stood in the shed. Do you still want to play. Your last chance to say no. I shook my head. Was that a yes to play. I thought about my confusing signal. Then said Yes, I want to play.

He untied my ankles then my wrists and said stand and put your hands behind your back.

I did has instructed. he now tied my hands behind my back. It still hadn't dawn upon me what predicament I was in. I suddenly felt him at the waistband of my skirt. I tried to turn put he held me too tight. No stop it I said. But he just said. You promised to play. You where given your chance but you agreed now you must do as you are told or be punished. I tried to struggle free but that just made his task easier.

My skirt dropped around my ankles and I felt a real pang of humiliation has my white bikini style panties came into view. I've seen those on your line he said which made the blush even deeper. he now made me regret my earlier decision. I thought I'd just be tied up. I was now wondering if I'd end up like my daughter. This just made me feel well hot flushed and needing to squeeze my legs.

He took hold of my top. It was a boob tube which covered my boobs and abdomen. All the rage in the early 1970's when this story took place. he pulled it down off my boobs revealing my white strapless bra. I now realised that he could strip me and there wasn't much I could do about it. I tried to get free of the bonds but they where too tight.

The top was pulled down and off over my panties nearly taking them with it. it too ended up around my ankles with my skirt.

Step out he said. I did has instructed. Losing my wood block Scholl's with a blue leather strap. He recovered these from the pile of clothing and allowed me to put them on.

OK move he said brandishing the gun. Where I asked. Outside he said. He didn't mean it did he. But yes he did. He pushed me out into my garden.

I was stood outside the shed between it and the back door. About say six feet. To my right was open space then the passageway that went between my house and the next door neighbours. Then the open space of there garden. To my left was a small brick wall. The garden on the other side was much lower. But across this garden was open fields and a raised up railway line. I could easily be seen by anyone passing. Luckily mid week must people would be at work.

Move he said and pointed me to turn right to walk up the side of the shed then behind it to the gate. Through the gate into his garden then along the side of his shed to the door. He opened it and I stepped in rather relieved not to be outside in panties and bra.

Stand up against the wall he said. I did has instructed. before I could say anything in complaint he was at my feet. He had me lift my feet one at a time taking off my Scholl's. Now barefoot he went in for the kill. My bra clasps.

NO I exclaimed but far too late the bra was undone. I was stood there bare back to window.he left me like that taking my bra and school's with him.

It was quite surreal stood there near naked hands bond behind my back in my neighbours shed. I suddenly worried about her coming home and finding me like this. I was beginning to panic when peter returned. He asked if I had had long enough and would I now tell him everything he wanted to know. I said yes if he'd release me. He asked me a few personal questions. My bra size, shoe size, dress size and personal measurements. I answered and he said the interrogation was over. he untied me and said I could go.

I said excuse me I'm near naked. Peter said that Susan had had to do it so I would too. I found myself sneaking out of the shed topless at least covered and run back to my house. I went straight in the house leaving my clothes out side.

That night I pleasured myself for the first time in ages. It felt naughty but oh so right.

Next day I had thought better of my experience. Until I heard peter again playing ball. I stopped myself for over two hours but in the end went out to him and offered him some chilled lemonade.

It wasn't long before we where talking about the spy game he played with my daughters and me. Then I found myself in my shed. This time he didn't tie me up straight away. He asked me to take off my top. I blushed at the thought but did has asked. I stood there in bra. He now asked me to take off my shorts which I did. Then he just stood back and looked. he had me turn around then around again. He now said I had to be tied up whilst he prepared the interrogation chamber.

I found my self tied hands behind back and ankles together on the sun lounger. I thought of my two daughters like this. I must me mad. I wanted out but could bring myself to ask. he then before he left unclipped my bra. Gosh. How would I explain if found like this. he was gone awhile and returned like before quietly. He untied my ankles and told me to stand up Which I did. He had me turn to face hi. My bra had slipped off my boobs and he could clearly see the bottom of them.

yesterday before I turned around I could cover. Now hands behind my back I couldn't. He smiled and before I knew it he pulled the bra clear and over my head for it to drop around my tied up wrists. I screamed than though better of it. I listen for ages to make sure no one came.

You can't have me go like this I said. He just nodded. If you don't want to spend the rest of your life here like that you do he said.

It was so humiliating walking from my shed into my garden then around into his garden then into his shed. Once in side he had a more longer inspection of my naked boobs. Then he questioned me at length about my underwear, and night wear. Did I ever sleep naked etc. When he seemed to have run out of questions he said right we'll take you back to your cell. Once more I had to walk the walk back to my shed.
Once back he had another look at my boobs then untied me and watched me dress.

The Bride's tales - Reposted by Sandra

Sorry but for some reason some posts have not posted. So here they are, apology for inconvenience.

The Brides Tale

Just had my hen night with the girls. It turned out very different to what I imagined.

We had decided to go away to a party town. Turned out that the town did not party on a Thursday. So we ended up back in my hotel room just after midnight. My maid of honour produced a pack of cards and we where all soon sat around the small circular coffee table wine in hand and various nibbles to hand.

I was persuaded that we should play trick or treat. We’d played this off and on over the years whilst going through adolescence and young adulthood. I hadn’t played it since, well my maid of honours wedding some five years earlier.

So, the rules, you are dealt a card each. You can pass your card to your left. The trick is not to be left with the losing card, the lowest. Deal passes one place right with every hand. Except if you’ve lost the previous hand it remains with the dealer. If you receive the lowest card at the end of the circle you can discard it and draw one from the deck instead but only if you give up a item of clothing, if you are still the lowest card and it’s a treat you have to pay up another item of clothing. Treat cards are hearts and diamonds, trick cards are clubs and spades. If you lose on a trick card you have to do a forfeit.

Well the first few hands where pretty tame. I’d end up out of my tights, another girl had removed her dress, another had flashed her panties, and another had had to down a shot with her boobs out. Really juvenile stuff.

Then I lost again to the maid of honour and I could see she was obviously pleased with herself and about to spring a trap.

“Run naked to the lift”, she said.


Everyone just burst out with peels of laughter. Well after collecting ourselves a bit and arguing the toss I knew I had no choice. It was pay up or probably be stripped and dumped somewhere terrible. One of the girls present had refused to do a topless run once I we’d stripped her and handcuffed her to a lamp post. Being a hen night I was sure that various things had been packed.

I was soon naked and stood at the bedroom door. I looked through the peep hole and could only see empty corridor. I pulled open the heavy door and turned the lock so that it wouldn’t lock but remain open on the lock bar. You can see I’ve learned the hotel corridor streaking procedure by experience.

It’s always nerve racking that first pulling open of the door. Someone can move quite fast and quietly on deep carpet hotel corridors. Whew empty. Tummy full of butterflies I now step out and the weight of the door close it ajar behind me. The door is pulled open by the maid of honour and the other two girls to watch me. They are now crowding the door entry way, if anyone came out of their room suddenly I’d surely be seen.

“Off you go then”, the maid of honour said.

“I’ll go to the door as agreed but not out to the lifts”. I said.

They all nodded. The original request was to go to the lifts which where beyond the secure door across the reception area. That would have been asking for trouble. So it was to be the security door.

Off I went along the corridor barely making a sound on the deep carpet. There was the noise of some fan or something in the air but other than that just the sound of my heart beating. I skipped down to the point of the t-junction where you needed to turn left to the secure door. Four room door passed. The internal fire day was propped open as it had been all stay. I peered around the corner to look down to the door which was my target. It seemed a lot further away than my memory. This was the most scary bit. Just me in the corridor if anyone came out behind me I’d be cut off and the girls couldn’t come to my aid. I slowly reached the door. As I got closer it seemed to get further away. I turned and now not bothered about listening for signs of life took to my heels for my room.

I collapsed in a naked heap on the bed. Everyone was wild and one of the girls was trying to keep us quiet so as not to wake anyone else.

We played on after I had recovered my clothes minus the penalty for not going to the lifts. After a few hands I had the maid of honour at my mercy. Well only one thing for her to do. She protested like always. She can dish it out but doesn’t like taking it.

It was great seeing her naked bum waddle off down the corridor and turn the corner. She immediately reappeared looking quite frantic and started back for the room before she could get half way back the reason for her alarm and abrupt return became clear. Two women in their late 30’s to early 40’s appeared in the corridor.

As she reached the room door with us all somewhat perplexed as what to do she cried out, “Shift let me in, I’m naked for heavens sake”. That just made us laugh and I noticed that the two women where laughing too. One past a comment, “Mind you don’t get a chill running around like that”. Whilst the other one just beamed a smile. For sure my heart was pounding and my stomach had knotted but that didn’t stop me getting a great mental picture of my maid of honour naked in a corridor being viewed by two female strangers. Just wish it had been two guys she would have freaked.

In the room we collapsed on the bed, some time passed. Then there was a knock at the door. I picked up the courage to answer it. It was the two women. They’d obviously been to their room and changed out of coats etc.

“So what is the occasion?” they asked and I explained and apologising for my maid of honours behaviour. They where sound inside and joining in the drinking having given up on the town themselves celebrating one of their 40th birthday.

They saw the cards and we explained the game and resulting dares. They didn’t believe us so they said and said that perhaps management would like to know what went on in their bedrooms. They then said that surely it should have been the bride running around naked not the maid of honour. The girls soon spragged on me. The birthday girl then said to the maid of honour, “So you where meant to go to the door”. She looked sheepish but answered “Yes”. “Well then don’t let us stop you completing your trick” she said. With a little more arm twisting my maid of honour is encouraged to draw cards for whether she will or won’t do it. The birthday girl won. Once more found herself naked and peering out of the door. She was soon a lovely naked sight as her bottom wobbled down the corridor. We all stood and encouraged her run calling out in a whisper “Quick, someone’s coming”.

Once back we all laughed and joked and generally got to know each other and more wine flowed. I then I do not know why asked if our guests had ever streak a hotel before. The answer was no. I said I thought they where chickens and they said they where not. So I challenged the birthday girl to a single card draw loser had to strip and run to the lifts not the door. Well I think she must have been very drunk like me because she agreed.

She took her time stripping naked and required some encouragement. Eventually she was naked. Pretty good shape. It took another five minutes at the door before she would pull it open and peer out and another couple before she would step out. Soon she was off along the corridor and I was all smiles at the naked rump and the fact that she hadn’t taken her swipe card. So once out in the reception area she’d be locked out. She was gone ages then all of a sudden from behind us came a voice. “Looking for me”. She’d realised her predicament but also realised that the other door next to the lifts allowed you around the hotel in the other direction. Fortunately the door was ajar.

We all agreed that was pretty brave of her. She said she was obviously the bravest since she’d gone all the way around. I disagreed saying that my maid of honour was the bravest because she’d been caught. But I was equally brave because I’d went first claiming it was always harder for the first one to go. The birthday girl’s friend said that she’d doubted my veracity and that I’d ran the halls naked. Well another card draw later and there I was once more naked doing the run.

This time though when I got to the security door I looked out to the reception desk and could see no sign of the night porter. That freaked me a bit where was he. I turned around slowly, no thank God not behind me. My neck and back prickled. I pulled open the handle and set off across the floor the tiles making my feet pitter-pat echoing off the painted walls. The door at the other side of reception was a please sight and feel as I pushed it open. I made sure it closed and was not just ajar. I already had had a terrible idea for the other woman.

I was in a short corridor to a secure door and then my heart pounded. Whew it was open. I now stepped back into a corridor lined with rooms which would eventually lead back to my room. That corridor seemed never ending until I got to the kink in it and could see my room and five smiling faces waiting for me.

By now we’d kind of established the fun for the evening. In between wine and nibbles cards would be drawn. Next was the none birthday girl against another of my bridesmaids. Who promptly lost and found herself very naked since she’d been shaven recently and it hadn’t grown back. I suddenly remembered about the door. To late she was already at the turn. Oh, I’d pay for this later. I meant for the other woman to be the one locked out naked. We waited and waited then suddenly she appeared. How had she managed it. Apparently the doors where ajar. The porter most have done his rounds that just added to the excitement.

Next my shy bridesmaid waged the other woman that she wouldn’t do it in reverse if she lost a draw. The bet was sweetened by my friend saying that she’d do it hands on head if she lost. Fortunately for my friend she won and the other woman ended up slowly stripping to an improvised band. Off she went and another love romp was seen wobbling away down the corridor. We turned around to wait and watch her return, time passed and she appeared breathless and blushing. Still all her charms on show. She’d gotten into the reception area when she realised that the porter was sitting behind the desk back of head to her watching TV with head phones in. She’d had to creep quietly across reception and then the door was so heavy to open quietly.

Lastly my shy bridesmaid was next after losing to the birthday girl. She was already topless from playing trick and treats so just her panties to come off. Soon in the corridor naked rump on show she was really hesitant but thankfully drunk enough to dull the pain and drunk enough to over come inhibitions. We awaited her return which had us all gob smacked her hands where on her head and she wasn’t alone but that’s another story.

Albert

I found this on a blog some while ago but have never been able to navigate back to the blog to see if there are any more tales. I was as I do just putting search terms in Google, Yahoo and the likes to see if I could find anything new.

God, have I just had a weird experience and a half. Not really sure I should be posting this here for you all to read. I’ve just been away to a convention with work. My friend Dianne was with me. The convention was really slow and boring so we decided to skip the second afternoon session and had for a local bar. We walked in a saw a group of younger women sat around the bar still wearing their convention tags so we spoke to them and introduced ourselves and they invited us to join them. You had a few drinks and soon where shall we say tipsy. One of the young girls asked the bar keep what was through the curtains and he said that after dark they had a friendly poker game. After a little gentle persuasion he allowed us to view the little alcove room. The slightly older of the three girls asked if the bar keep had a deck for us to play. He said that state law prohibited gambling for money prior to some time in the early evening but we could play for fun if we wished.

A deck of cards was produced and we gathered around the table. The rear wall had a rack of shelving with various boxes and odds and ends on it. The side wall had a fire escape door and the other side had a internal door labelled store. The table was a large round table that had had some felt glued onto it and it had seen better days with drink stains and cigarette burns. The chairs where a hotchpotch of shapes and sizes and degrees of comfort.

I sat nearest the curtain the as I said covered the alcove. The bartender had said it had to remain closed even though it was very quite in the bar in case any cop happened by. We sat down to play and the middle of the three girls said that she could play if there was nothing worth winning. The leader of the pack said well if she wanted she could play for her new sports car. After a little joking around Dianne surprised me and said that when she was at college she use to play for what she was wearing. That had us all laughing but then I sensed a changed atmosphere. The young of the girls said she often had played strip with her friends at the church youth club. We all looked at the idea of strip poker being played at a church youth club. It fell silent a hint of expectation in the air and the middle one said. “Okay, we’ll play for our clothes”. We al burst out laughing and saying that sitting around in our smalls or worse was not a good idea. But the idea had been planted and Dianne called the other younger two chicken. They retaliated by saying that they didn’t think I was the type. Dianne before I could answer assured them that I was and that we could whip their arses.

The banter was interchanged with play ideas and ante rules and before long a game was hatched. I tried to back off but Dianne and the leader would hear of it and I’m pretty pathetic willed when drunk as I was.

Well I hadn’t figured on loosing to badly since Dianne was a good player and I wasn’t bad. We often played penny with the guys at work and won, or at lease didn’t lose. I soon had to pay up to stay in the game and my jacket came off over my chair. The next to pay up was the younger of the three who discarded her shoes and had to stand so we could see her bare feet and legs. Next on the losing streak was Dianne. She removed her heels then lost again to remove her skirt. She’d voluntarily removed her jacket when we entered the alcove and had placed it over the back of her chair. It was deemed out of play. Then next she lost again and looked a bit concerned and thoughtful about what to remove and went for her pantyhose.

We need more drinks and it was Dianne’s round she produced a bill and past it to me. The youngsters called fowl and insisted that she went and got them. I watched in disbelief has shed stood and walked to the curtain and slipped out. We all just fell about gobsmacked. She returned about five minutes later calling out for us to part the curtains. She stepped in tray of drinks in hand and more importantly her blouse undone along its length. We all looked and she reported being short for the round but the bar tender had allowed her to pay otherwise. I just assumed that that meant undoing the blouse but the middle one asked what did you have to pay. “Oh a flash of the girls” as she called her boobs. I was completely stunned.

We dealt another hand and I lost again and decided on my shoes. Next to lose was the ring leader and she removed her shoes and being bare foot showed off her tanned feet, perfectly pedicured and varnished. Next to lose was Dianne again and the blouse was off. She sat there in her red silk bra and panties with black lace trims around the cups and waistband.

Then the middle girl hit a losing streak. She went down her shoes first and stood to reveal her bare feet. Then her dress which revealed her very plain but expensive snow white bra and panties. I forget as I type what they call this new style but it’s the fuller square style of bra and panties rather like the old game shorts but more elegant. The poor creature looked uncomfortable but not as uncomfortable as she was about to be. Her next payment was her bra which was very hesitantly removed and she did her best to cover her breasts. But Dianne insisted on a viewing and the young thing stood and dropped her arms.

Next to lose was me and I had to think what to remove. My pantyhose where the obvious thing but I’d have to struggle so in my drunken state I decided on my skirt. I stood undid the rear zip and carefully pushed its tight material over my hips and let it drop to the floor before picking it up. The girls could really see anything but my heart was pounding at the thought of sitting there with just a curtain concealing us from the outside world. We’d finish our round of drinks and it was the leaders turn to buy. She went off for the round and re-appeared some minutes later without any drinks and pulled back the curtain. Before Dianne, or the young thing could react the bar tender was in the alcove placing the drinks tray on the table. He definitely clocked the young things boobs before she could cover. Dianne looked a bit uncomfortable sat in just underwear and the bar tender smiled. “Not as good as yours doll”. He said.

He left us to our game and the young thing berated her friend. We dealt another hand and this time it was the leader. She slipped her hands up her dress and rustled around for a bit then with a elastic snap began to roll down her smalls. Sound what was obviously a black thong was rolled up around her knees and then pushed to her ankles. Lifting one foot at a time she stepped out.

Well next to hit an unfortunate losing streak was me. I could easily now remove my pantyhose so did. The girls insisted on a bare foot and leg twirl. Next was my blouse since it was a relatively short one I was no way going to discard my panties. I stood in designer teal blue bra and panties with a grey trim of embroidered lace around the waistband and leg holes and around the cups edge. It was unusually for me a front loader. I hadn’t realised it was a front loader when I ordered it on the internet shop. My boyfriend loved it so I kept it but discard him.

I then lost again. I didn’t like the idea of sitting boobs on show so I thought stupidly that removing my panties was a good option. I lifted each bum cheek one at a time and pushed the panties off my bum to be trapped around my thigh by the chair I was sitting down on. I then had to stand slightly to push them down to my knees and the youngsters insisted that I remained standing and push them down to my ankles. The leader then realised and exclaimed. “You shave” I blushed and nodded. There then followed a conversation about my lack of hair and an insistence on my part to keep it covered and on their part for me to show it off as per the rules. I stood and uncovered bare bum to curtain, really scary, I was more intent on listening to the bar than their chatter about my silky smooth skin and how it had been accomplished. They had a fit of giggles at my mishap trimming which had led to the bald patch.

We started again and this time the topless youngster lost and off came the white panties to reveal that her blonde mop was not the genuine article. Her natural colour was a reddish brown. She was required to stand back and place hands on head for a slow twirl. She was asked if she still wanted to play and a new rule was made which meant she could play on by paying up in forfeits from the deals winner.

Next to lose was the younger girl. She removed her dress to be stood in pale blue bra and thong. Very nice. Then the leader lost and she looked les than happy. She’d removed her thong so now would be flashing her bush as she removed her dress. Well it came as a bit of a surprise when the dress was pulled up to reveal first her thick black bush but then her naked breasts. She was stood naked arms above her head dress tangled and asking for help. I stood being next to her flashing again myself but not realising this until I sat back down. She did her twirl and agreed to the forfeits.

Next to hit a losing streak was poor Dianne. Her bra was first and the girls agreed with the bar tender that they where exceptional. Then came her panties in the next deal and she was naked and twirling. Her trimmed genuine blonde bush on show and agreed to the forfeit deal. I should explain if you wanted to stay seated and see the others naked you had to agree to the forfeit deal else leave without your clothing. Only me and the young thing to go. She was one item up on me.

She remained that way has my bra was discarded onto the table. I stood naked and twirled for the girls. Then sat back down. I was offered the forfeit deal to remain in the game and see if we could get the young thing stripped. I foolishly agreed.

Next to lose was the leader to the middle girl. She wasted no time in giving her friend a diabolical forfeit. She had to stand facing the shelving rack and bend over legs spread for a ‘box show’ as the girl called it. I real thought that was to much and tried to pluck up the courage to say something. I wish I had later. We saw how wet she was.

Next to lose was poor Dianne and she had the same forfeit given to her but by the leader. She did it with good grace and the girls asked how she stayed so tight. She shown around pictures of her brood some three in total. Next to lose was the young thing and her bra came off. We started again and I lost. To Dianne, you remember her she was once my friend. She smiled and said “Its your turn for the drinks”. My stomach knotted and I had a cold sweat rush over my body. “No, Mam, no” I said and every one shook their head. I was really drunk by now and found myself rummaging in my purse for a 20 dollar bill not wanting to be short. Thinking the bar tender might have me flash. I was forgetting that I was naked.

I stood at the curtain swaying with the alcohol and breathing heavily. Half my brain was sober the other half drunk. I wished the other half was the half that was about to step out into a public bar naked. I pulled back the curtain and stepped out. The bar man and the two woman from the convention sat at the bar just looked gob-struck. I totted over to the bar trying to look cool and assured.

“Darling you’ve lost big time” one of the women said.

The bar tender put the order on a tray and insisted on carrying it back for me. Well when I opened the curtain the sight was not what I expected. The young thing had removed her panties and they all where stood bent over arse towards the curtain. I tried to turn and prevent the bar tender from coming in but the two ladies from the convention had followed us. The smart one had pulled back the curtain fully and just at that moment a crowd of guys from the convention walked in the side door. They clocked four pussies well displayed and one very naked 40 year old mother of two.
Sunday, April 1st 2012 - 12:40:00 AM

Mary Hellen Brock

When I was 15 years old my father moved us all some 150 miles south to take up a new post. We moved just prior to Easter 1987 and celebrated Easter at a new church. The church had a Girls Brigade Company which I joined and I’d been in the Brigade since about five years old and had been in two prior companies to this one as we moved around the country with my father’s work.

Our pocket money was paid to us in return for chores and if we wanted to do anything special we could earn extra cash to pay for it by doing extra chores. On joining the new company we (my sister and I) where invited to attend the summer camp. Something we had always done with my previous company. Normally we would have had to do extra chores to save up to pay for it but as the money had to be in shortly and I think father felt a little guilty at making us move some close to the years final exams that he paid for it in full.

The time to go to camp arrived and we found ourselves on a coach heading back towards where we had come from. The camp site was a large empty field which we filled just a small part of with our six tents for the six squads of girls in a straight line. Four tents for the officers at right angles to the left as you stood to attention back to the tents for inspection. To the right was a large marquee for eating in and holding church services and evening entertainment. Next to it was a prefabricated hut which belonged to the boys brigade company which acted as the cook house.

Second night there the two new girls in our squad are told that they will be first to be initiated because the colour sergeant was our squad leader. The two girls age 11 years not yet developed where made to strip naked and exit the tent then run around the six tents. Next night the one new girl from the next squad was made to do it. Then on the Tuesday my sister and a new girl where made to do it. It then struck me that I hadn’t been made to do it. Perhaps the girls thought that I’d been done by the previous company. It was true that I had been initiated was amounted no more than to strip naked and stand with my hands upon my head whilst they shone torches on various parts of my body whilst I had to guess the secret names of them.

Wednesday night saw the new girl from the next squad do the little streak around the tents after lights out. Being August it was still fairly light at 11 o’clock to see your way around avoiding hazards. The Thursday night saw a double assortment of three girls. I like most of the other girls giggled at the naked frolics and joked on about just dying if we had to do it now that we had more to lose by being seen. We joked about the two farmers boys seeing other and that made us quake.

Friday night was Beano. Beano night was a series of fun and games. Everybody put all their lose change and a pound into the collection which was used to buy plenty of pop, crisps, chocolate, and fish and chip suppers. Each squad did a sketch and us older girls where allowed to stay up one hour after lights out.

Well once the officers had retired the throng of girls fell silent and all looked at me.

“Your going streaking” the colour sergeant said and I tried to back away over the bench seat I was sitting on but stumbled. Before I could regain my feet four girls where upon me and with seconds my t-shirt had been pulled up and over my head. My trainers and socks where pulled off my feet and my bra was dislodged from my breasts. I fought desperately to keep the bra on my breasts wobbling franticly in the air. It was such a struggle that I was using up most of my energy.

“Tickle her” the colour sergeant said.

Two girls that had been trying to get my shorts off now set to tickling me. I am very ticklish. I was soon screaming in laughter, eyes stream tears, and completely helpless to the point that my shorts then alarmingly my panties where pulled down. At first they ended up around my knees which although scary gave me hope of recovering her.

“Gosh you’ve got a think bush Mary Helen” the sergeant said. That’s the ordinary sergeant not the colour sergeant.

I had blossomed early. My first camp was very embarrassing since they where not use to see hair on such young a girl. My boobs had just budded so they where very interested in them too. Although I’d blossomed early I was not losing my puppy fat so quickly. Soon they had my shorts and panties off and without much more ado. I was becoming very tied, my bra. My arms where pulled out and pinned to the floor and my legs where spread. They all got a good look.

“Okay. All you have to do is run from here behind the officers tents then along the back of our tents that around the cook house and back in through the other door.” The colour sergeant announced.

Then looking down upon me and roaming my full body with her eyes which made me quiver with fear, loathing, and some weird delight said “Or we can cuff you with these to the flag pole”. The these was a pair of novelty handcuffed dangling from her left hand cuffs open.

“No. Not that. I’ll do the run but not around the officers tents” I said for the officers where bound to hear and perhaps look out.

“NO the tents it is or it’s the pole” the colour sergeant said.

I was not really in a position to bargin, “Okay. Okay, let me up”.

I’d had enough of the girls looking me over especially the colour sergeant who had away of looking that unnerved me and excited me too.

I stood and concealed myself best I could. Wrapping my right arm around my boobs all 36c of them. Yes, I was and am a big girl in the chest department. That and my rather thick jet black bush have always caused me concealment issues. My left hand was trying unsuccessfully to cover my bush.

“No covering you know we don’t allow that, stand to attention” the colour sergeant said.

I reticently complied and looked down not wishing to catch anyone’s eyes. I was breathing heavily after all the exertion and tickling but I was also feeling aroused as I did when I played with myself in bed late at night. Which I hadn’t done all week being in close proximity to other girls but I had thought I’d heard the colour sergeant one night reliving herself.

“Okay you know the route off you go” the sergeant said.

I looked around over my shoulders at the open panel in the marquee which was used as a doorway. The panel was inky black, surely it wasn’t that dark, how would I see. I turned slowly and heart pounding at the thought of being naked outside I walked to the opening. As I neared I slowed and edged slower and slower to the opening trying desperately to peer out. I moved in wards to come up to the side and pop my head around the corner of the open edge of the canvas. It was still actually quite light outside it was the grass that created the darkness in the tungsten light cast by the gas lights.

I breathed in the cooling night air and stepped out feeling the cooler external grass between my toes. The grass of the inside of the marquee had been flatten by all the activities over the week. The grass felt soft and silky smooth it tickled my toes and soles. I looked around to acclimatise my eyes to the twilight of the setting sun and looked up to see a near perfect full moon.

“Go streak or it’s the pole” said the colour sergeant who had come out behind me and stepped to the side to allow the other seven or eight girls out to see my bottom moon to the moon.

I took a breath standing on my tip toes and counted to myself one, two, three and lowered then paused then went off like a hare to hound and the whistling wind. I was panting hard and running completely uncovered when I came to my senses some half way between the marquee and the first officer tent. My boobs where thrashing about so much that they hurt. Another of life’s little problems to the sportily inclined large breasted woman. I love al sporting activities swimming, the gym, aerobics, and so on. It will become apparent why as my story unfolds.

The moon made my skin glisten white, the sweat made me feel cold as it evaporated in the muggy night air. It was still really warm and I was already beginning to breath hard and slow as my chest began to exploded. I reached the first officers tent and made sure that I gave the guy ropes plenty of clearance. The last thing I wanted was to trip and fall screaming with nothing to cover my modesty but my smile.

I ran down the side of the officers tents in a funny sort of a run. I had slowed right down trying to keep the sound to a minimum and hold my breath so as not to pant. I was stood straight erect and kind of scampering in small steps think of a penguin or a duck waddling. I turned behind the tents this was much more dangerous a head could pop out at anytime. I was now down to a fast walk puffing as quietly as possible. I fixed my eyes on to the corner of the last tent and tried to pull myself there with my eyes then imaging myself there and soon enough I was. My breast where actually aching now with all the activity.

I ran across the open gap between the officers last tent and our tent. For a moment I thought of just diving into my tent and curling up in my sleeping bag but the opportunity to do so past and so did the thought. The grass here was much more moist it seemed than the grass so far. I turned down the back of the tents to be greeted by a see of faces poking out from the tents. The sight of the first one had my heart racing, I didn’t think it was capable of beating any faster than it was.

“Go sis go” my sister shouted and was hushed by another girl. The girls where giggling and gasping in equal measure.

“Blamey she’s hair as a gorilla” one girl said. I hadn’t learnt then about trimming, you can imaging just our hairy it can grow by that comment. Thankfully my mother had introduced me to under arm shaving and wax strips. It was until I was eighteen that I discovered pubic trims, shaves and Brazilian waxes.

“Peachy bum” another said as I jogged past now being able to muster more speed from regaining some of my breath and not needing to be so quiet.

I arrived at the end of the tents and started to think more. I felt exhilarated. It was great to be free. I wished it could go on forever and even thought about doing a victory lap but perhaps not of the officers tents. I was now making for the far corner of the marquee to run down behind it and over to the cook house. My final destination loomed and I felt dejected and depressed at this adventure coming to an end. I felt rather strange and could not really process it. I crossed the small gap between the marquee and cook house and wonder briefly that the girls had gone back in. I’d seen them stood along the marquee has I ran behind the officers tents and peered up the gaps between the tents. Perhaps they where waiting inside for my triumphal return. I turned behind the cook house then turned again to see the front corner of the marquee. My goal the other door was directly opposite the cook house door for obvious reasons. I reached the front edge of the cook house saw the yellow light streaming out of the opening in the marquee and made my last final vigorous dash.

I stormed into the marquee and flung my arms open to show the world the full effect of my assets. I called out far too loudly, “I’m home”. I had planned to run around the marquee’s inner sanctum to show that I was a free and liberated spirit. Consequently I had not bothered to slow down.

I suddenly realised there was an obstacle in my path and I slammed on my brakes and managed to come to a stop the top half of my body continuing long after my bottom half had stopped and I found myself nearly doubled over.

Captain Fox should perfectly still some six feet away from the line of girls all stood to attention. Her body was towards them but her head was turned disapprovingly my way. I experienced what I can only describe as an electric shock and a bee sting. The bee sting was al over my body the electric shock went from my tuppence through my body and mouth to the centre of my brain. Sweat leapt from my body like a shredding skin and a cold flush came over me. My heart leapt about like a skipping leprechaun. My hair was on fire and trying desperately to leave my head. I felt sick but also so very strange at this thirty something young beautiful woman looking at all my nakedness.

I flung my arms around my body but not before Miss Fox in such a calm tone of authority said, “Mary Helen Brock where are your clothes and tell me you haven’t been cavorting around outside like that” the titters of the girls where silenced with a “Silence!” from Miss Fox.

“I.. I.. I..” was all I could really manage.

I was stood looking around desperately to a) wake up, b) be swallowed whole by a whale, c) fall down a hold or d) more practically find my clothes. If I’d had more of my wits about me I would have realised the absurdity of Miss fox’s comment. I was fidgeting cross one foot over another. At that moment I was dying and just wanted to be home in my bed with clean warm sheets. But worse was about to come.

“Stand to attention girl when a officer speaks to you” Miss Fox said and I was mortified. Surely she knew what that meant. I’d be, well, I’d be as I was having followed the order on automatic pilot. I was naked. Yes, I know I was but what I meant was I was down sans any cover with Miss fox once more along with the other girls able to see all my frontal assets. Miss fox looked me up and down sending a shiver through my body and turned to face the girls.

“Eyes front! No looking at the pathetic wanton disgusting creature. You’d think you’d never seen a naked woman before” Miss Fox barked and then said authoritatively. It was the first time anyone had referred to me as a woman.

“Now get this mess clean up. Then get to bed. And you {turning to me and looking through me and down me at the same time} Get some clothes on before you make the man in the moon blush” Miss Fox said causing the girls to titter and be to swallow down my giggle. She turned and walked to the far door and turned back for one more look at me (causing me to shiver in excitement) and winked at me before disappearing onto the night.

The girls produced my clothes with conversation about how they expected me to hided outside until Miss fox had gone. I’d not heard her I was so caught up in my streak the sound of my feet now very chilled and wet squeaking in the grass as I had run. My pounding heart had thumped in the middle of my head and my breath had roared through my senses. I was still on a high and could really concentrate to get dressed. I was all fingers and thumbs it taking me a god few attempts to fasten my bra after struggling into my panties. My t-shirt and shorts where much easier but my body was now shaking violently and I was also shivering. I realise now of course I was suffering the withdrawals of a adrenaline rush mixed with something else. Later that night in my sleeping bag I realised once again what I had been feeling before in the marquee naked all eyes upon me. I was aroused and then not.

AFN part 18

When I first came here I meant just to write about the events that I am about to recount to you now. My plan was to mention in brief my student nurse days and not to mention the warehouse at all. My reason for what I thought would be a short history lesson was to make it clear that what I am about to tell you about did just happen out of the blue one fine day when a pre menopausal woman went native.

To bring you up to date in my life. To set the scene. My husband had left me. That I could have coped with he had become a miserable bugger of late. But he went off with nemesis junior. The practice I was working at decided to take over the practice which shared our building when its two senior partners decided to retire. Level one doctor. Our senior partner also decided to retire so it seemed natural to combine given that patient numbers had declined but also elderly patients with lots of health problems had increased. The practice manager of the other practice had retired at the same time and our practice manager who wanted to retire was persuaded to say on until the practices had successful merged at which time there would be a new practice manager appointed. Now until the merge I was in line for the post. But after the merge the senior nurse from the other practice who had been in line to be practice manager there was also now after the job. There wasn’t enough work for two senior nurses so we tended to get in each others way. The other aspect of all this change was that the building the two surgeries where in was refurbished. Instead of two changing rooms, two mess rooms two lots of staff and two lots of public toilets and two shower rooms etc only one was needed. The freed up space could be used to provide more facilities to the locals so that they didn’t have to travel awkward miles to main hospital or treatment centres.

Our practice had always raised funds for various local charities which provided much needed support for the local communities. One such charity needed to overall their building. It was decided that we help raise funds. So various sponsored events etc where planned. I’ve never really been into sponsorship events but I thought I’d do my bit for quite selfish reason getting points to get a certain job.

The other senior nurse had the same idea and we get into a competition over how much money we could get in pledges. We didn’t have to do anything just get people to give willingly. Well I was sitting in the rest room and said I had raised just on £100. The other senior nurse said that she’d raised just over but was sure she was going to double it. I said I was sure that would be impossible but if she could I could. This went back and forth until one of the nurses said what you to really need is some motivation a certain other member of staff had raised nearly £1,000 from a bike ride around a rather large set of moors.

The other senior nurse had to ask what sort of motivation and the nurse said that I’d been motivated once to raise a sum of money from a sponsored run by having a side bet that if I lost the race by coming in after another person I had to streak the reception area. The staff present from the other practice suddenly started to take note. The senior nurse just said she knew all about shower room doors and streaks and had seen me naked once through a window and then looked at our female doctor and one of the other admin staff and indicated that she had seen them too. Then another member of the practice said that she seen heard from her sister that I had streaked the warehouse yard. I knew her sister quite well and she had seen me at least twice having to do a treat or payment. The senior nurse from the other practice said if I wanted to humiliate myself further she would happily take the wage because she was going to win. The female doctor said what’s the wager.

The senior nurse said, “If we raise less money than each other we’ll streak reception.”

The female doctors said, “I have a better idea if you raise less money than (a certain person who had already raised a large sum of money) you have to do the streak around the full corridor. That way you will both be motivated to do your best because that was (first nurse to suggest it) was getting at wasn’t it {name again}”.

The first nurse nodded.

It was agreed.

Well I set off quite well and raise nearly another £100 in the three days left of that week. On the Sunday at dinner with daughters I mentioned the raising of the pledges and asked what they where putting in. My number one daughter said that she had a fool proof way for me to raise more money than anyone. I should use the people at the ware house. I said I was going to ask next week when I was there. She then said in front of my younger daughter who knew about things but didn’t like us mentioning things that what she had in mind was for me to do the outside figure of eight streak for sponsors. I laughed.

Truth was when she mentioned it I was all electrified by the idea. Just as I was when the idea of streaking around the surgery had been raised. I fantasised but thought no more about it.

I arrived at the ware house and did my shift. At the end I was updating the files in administration when the MD’s wife, my daughter and nemesis who was now really hated not just disliked appeared. Daughter was carrying a bundle of papers.

“Here” she said holding the papers out.

Since I did not recognise them I asked what they where.

“Your sponsored streak forms” she said.

I blushed and choked on a laugh but started that tingling.

“very funny” I said.

“NO. Look. See how much” she said turned to the back of the bundle which had a grand total scribbled on it.

I was a very large sum of money. I mean large. Not hundreds but thousands. Well I could turn that down. Not for the sake of winner but because that would be a great amount of money for the charity. So I begrudgingly agreed.

Well the sponsorship had taken on a life of its own. People had offered more for special requests. Not all of which could be simultaneously performed. So my daughter, MD’s wife and Nemesis had brokered a deal about how the streak was to occur.

1) It was to be on a Sunday afternoon when the surrounding companies would be closed and public traffic would be reduced just to lost motorists. Also we could control who was on sight to just those that had paid up their sponsorship or in the case of any unexpected drivers would be likely to pay up to see.
2) I was to come dressed in a particular way and strip in a particular way in a particular place, that was a bit much for me but what could I do
3) I had to do the streak with my hands cuffed or tied so there was no possibility of me covering.
4) I had to walk not run a particular routes which was a bit more than the usual figure of eight type circuit.

I arrived at the ware house at the agreed time and proceeded to my office. My daughter had travel with me and had called ahead to announce my arrival. There was already a crowd of none working staff who had come to see the big event. MD’s wife and nemesis where waiting in the corridor out side my office.

We went in to the office and MD’s wife began the proceedings with the agreed kit check.

“Okay take off the cape and put it over the table” she said. I took off the nurses cape and put it over the table.

“Now your heels” she said and I complied. I didn’t really want to get into a argument with her. My juices where running and I wanted to not do the streak as much as doing it as much as having that lovely post naughtiness feeling.

“Now the belt” I removed it.

“Now the cap” I removed it.

I hadn’t worn full uniform in years.

“Now the apron” I removed it.

“Now the dress” I removed it to be stood in black bra, panties, stockings and suspender-belt purchase new for the occasion. That’s all four items being new not just the suspender-belt I wanted to look my best stripping.

“Okay. I’m dressed as instructed” I said.

“NO” said nemesis we need to make absolutely sure.

MD’s wife smiled “The panties please” she said.

I scowled and slipped them down and off to reveal what the other part of the dress code had insisted upon. It had leveraged and extra £600. I’d shaven my pubes and waxed then silky smooth.

“Okay now” I asked?

“NO.” Nemesis said. “I want you naked”.

“I’m not bloody striping for you” I said.

“We’ll one word from me and your down a £1,000” she said.

I scowled and removed my bra.

“All of it I want you naked and like (hubbies name] liked you!” she said.

My daughter looked startled.

I felt really hurt and if it hadn’t have been for the circumstances I’d have clocked her.

I undid the suspender belt and took it off then the stocking. I stood facing the three of them placed my hands upon my head and spread my legs. The MD’s wife really smiled. “Excellent idea nemesis” she said.

“Okay get dressed” MD’s wife said after a good few minutes of them observing me. I really noticed my daughter looking not at all being shy. That really made me blush and tingle with well naughtiness.

I dressed back into my uniform and they said for me to follow them. We walked across the yard to the old shed. We went in to find a crowd of about 200 hundred plus. Each had at least put a £10 in. The MD centre staged had said what ever the rest put in he’d double it personally. That will give you an idea of what was at stake.

The MD made a speech rather tongue in cheek and said it was over to me.

I’d rehearsed the striping all week following the rules. I slowly reached up under my dress and found the waistband of my black panties and slowly lowered them down my stocking clad legs making as much static as I could cotton pure on nylon. I stepped out and flung them as required into the crowd. One of the young apprentices caught them. He’d not seen me nude before so my heart suddenly jumped a gear when I noticed how many young male faces there where in the crowd. I then realised that there where some none staff in the crowd who’s got in on the act.

I then undid my cape and dropped it to the floor before going for my belt then my apron. Next came the big one the dress. I unzipped it at the rear and shrugged it off my shoulders. I then removed my arms keeping it clutched to my chest. This was someone’s fantasy but I did not know who’s. Next I let it slip slowly down until my bra was reveal then down further until my abdomen was revealed then dropped to gasps has my shaven pubic area came into view. I was already in another place. My heart was pounding like a steam train. I was on a autopilot. I stepped out of the dress and gave the required twirl. Next I removed the bra and yet another twirl. Then the suspender belt and another twirl. Then the heels came off followed by the stockings. It was hard to do this as requested with foot up on a stool and not flash the gash has it had been put in some ones request. I could tell by expressions that some people did see more than I wanted to show.

Now naked accept for the hat I put my heels back on and my daughter came over and cuffed me. This was it I was going streaking. Obviously somebody else’s fantasy.

I walked out of the shed to the starting line that had been erected. I lined up and the MD did the ready steady go. I was off. The crowd spread out around the course and some followed or moved to keep a constant view of me. I walked down the long side of the old shed. At the bottom I turn behind the back of the new shed. At the end of that side I turned up again for the yard. Once back to the front yard I turned to walk up the little hill to the new phase. There I walked across the front of the number 3 shed being very careful as it looked out on to the main road that came in form the trunk road. I then turned down between shed 3 and 4 before turning to walk behind shed four and up its long side between it an the fence that protected it from people entering the site from the lane. I then worked across shed 4 fronts being a little careful because it over look another site before turning down between them. All this was to a chorus of the streaker and cheers and other comments good and bad about my poor naked body. I turned across 3 rears and then up its long side before crossing back to the original site. I then walked across the new sheds front and then down between it and the old shed to walk across its rear before turning up its long side to the gate to go across the car park to the special facilities site. There I walked down the long side of the clean shed before walking along its rear and then between it and the chilled foods shed before walking across its front and down its long side to the main truck entry gate onto the site. People had come out to see me adding to the total number. I walked along its rear then up between the two sheds and along the front of the clean shed.

Now feeling normal the thrill subsiding I walked through the gate and back across the staff car park to the old shed. Crossing the finishing line to great cheers.

My hands where untied and hugs and kisses plus a few pinches where given.

I went back in to the old shed to dress. First I took off the heels then the hat. I dressed in the stockings and then the heels and did a twirl. Next I put on the bra then the panties then the suspender belt. Each person getting the sight they paid for by me doing a twirl. I now put on the dress then the apron then the belt then the hat then the cape. Now done I gained another round of applause and we celebrated with wine and cake an d a small buffet. Once everyone was done congratulating me and taking photographs. Cameras where banded during the streak but I thing some photo’s where taken. I’ve not seen any on the web yet.

The MD presented the check well a supersized cheque you know the type. The company had rounded up the amount making a very large total. I won’t say what it is because there is definitely a picture of me presenting the real cheque on the web.

On Wednesday night we all gathered for a dinner to aid the charity and present our cheques. The first round of cheques where for small amounts under £100. Then about half a dozen cheques for over one hundred but less than a thousand. Then the other senior nurse with a cheque over a thousand but no where near mine. Yes, I had beaten her and shed be doing a streak. I was looking forward to that and signalled as much. She looked very gloom faced. Then I was called up and presented mine. I thought that was it. But no the mistress of ceremonies said that they where now going to receive a major contribution courtesy of the local fundraiser. Well it was in five figures. Not to worry I had won.

Next morning at work when I arrived the staff where all stood around waiting for something. The other senior nurse was stood looking very pensive then I noticed that she wasn’t wearing to much just panties and bra.

“Ah good” said the female doctor “You are here. Your running late” which was true.

“I have missed her streak have I” I asked.

“OH no. We where waiting for you to do it together” she said.

I looked puzzled at her.

“I beat her she streaks” I said.

“I know you beat her but (Name of winner) beat you” female doctor said.

“No I beat her she streaks” I said.

“The bet, read” said the female doctor handing me the signed agreement we’d insisted on because we didn’t trust each other.

I’d forgotten that it was to raise more money than the certain winning person not more than each other.

I was soon stood completely naked next to my completely naked colleague.

The staff male and female having quite a good feasting. Off we set across the reception area and through the door to the staff side. Turned right down the corridor and then after a length of about 60 feet turned right to come along the back wall. The wall that use to separate the two surgeries had been moved and a secure door put in its place. I used my swipe and we passed through. Next it was up the corridor about 60 feet then on to the front of the building about 20 feet then back down to the reception door and through into the reception area. The staff cheering and applauding. We dressed.