Richard Hertz 

Raindress

What should a girl do if she wants to wear one item, but it's raining outside? This is the problem I faced last night when I went out to dinner. My girlfriend challenged me to wear just one item of clothing to dinner. No problem, I said. I picked out a sexy minidress, and was all set to go out when I saw it was raining. I put on my raincoat over my minidress when she saw me and said "Uh uh uh". Wagging her finger at me, she told me I agreed to wear just one item of clothing.

My raincoat, then. I'll just wear my raincoat. She said OK, but I would have to check the raincoat, and eat dinner naked.




I didn't know what to do. My only two choices were to ruin my sexy minidress in the rain or else eat dinner naked with her laughing at me. Luckily I thought of another alternative! I have a "raindress" that I bought a long time ago for exactly this kind of occasion. It's a plastic dress that can be worn in any weather. In the rain, it keeps the drops away. In the sun, it lets me tan.




I admit, this dress is a bit daring, but it sure beats sitting there naked, We had a wonderful dinner, and I enjoyed the chance to prove myself in spite of all the obstacles nature placed in my way!

Panties Not Needed

I hate panties. They ride up my crack, they're uncomfortable when I'm sitting, they're uncomfortable when I'm standing. Who invented panties, anyway. Men, I bet.



When I'm wearing a short skirt, it's even worse. I'm so embarrassed when people see my panties. I'm fed up with panties. I've put up with them for long enough. Now I'm going to do something about them -- I'm doing without!



Now my problems are over. No more wedgies. No more discomfort. And no more embarrassment. I can sit down in my short skirt, finally, with the confidence that no one will see my panties again!

Fishnet Minidress

I like a tight minidress. Here I am in one of my favorites, my fishnet minidress.

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The beauty of a dress like this is that it's a dress, so it qualifies me to go places where I can't go naked. To a restaurant for dinner, for example. What are they gonna do? Kick me out for being naked? I don't think so. It's not my problem if they don't like my dress.

Another great thing about this dress is that it's so tight, it keeps riding up off my ass. If I want to be "decent" then I have to keep pulling it down over my ass, which just draws attention to how short it is. Or, just as good, I can let it ride up, and free my ass from any restraints. If I don't want people peeking at my pussy, I just keep my legs together. It's as simple as that!

Overalls

I like a challenge. One really fun challenge is to strip down to one item of clothing, and stay decent. It's fun to wear a minidress, for example. I love the feeling of being naked under it, especially if half of my butt crack is showing. I know people are wondering if I'm wearing thong panties, and I love being coy about not showing them my pussy, so they keep wondering.

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If I'm going to wear one item of clothing, though, it's more fun to wear an item that isn't usually worn by itself. One example is a t-shirt. It's natural to assume I've got short shorts, or at a very minimum, panties, under my t-shirt, so it's a fun shock to sit back and spread my legs to show people I've got nuthin' under it.

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Another fun single-item is overalls. With overalls, the looser the better. For one thing, a loose top gives me the freedom to flash my tits while appearing to be covered up -- the bib covers them, just barely, but it's so loose that everyone gets a side view.

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With my tits on display like that, it's a no-brainer to just take down the top. After all, if my tits are on pretty much full display, there's no harm in just undoing the straps, and letting the bib fall by my waist. This is what I love so much about overalls -- they're so versatile.

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And, like I said, I wear them really baggy. That has a special advantage after I take down the top. You see, with nothing on top holding them up, they slide slowly down my thin waist. I pretend not to notice, letting them fall lower and lower until I just step out of them! My pussy is in an uproar just thinking about it!

Strip Tease

Strip Tease

I have a secret, please don't tell my boyfriend. He knows I like to wear just a t-shirt and panties in public, and he's not too happy about it. I like it because I feel sexy. The sexiest feeling is when my t-shirt covers my panties, so people look at me wondering if I'm bottomless. When I'm at the mall dressed this way, I imagine what it would be like to take off my panties. Who would know? My t-shirt covers my panties anyway, so it would be impossible for anyone to know that I took them off. That is, unless I did something dumb, like bend over or something. I could avoid doing that, I think.

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I have these thoughts about going bottomless more and more often, now, and they're scaring me a little bit. Every time I think about it my heart races, and my pussy gets a little wet. I know I'll have to do something to stop myself from taking off my panties, but for a long time I didn't know what to do. The thing that kept coming back into my mind was my t-shirt, and how it would cover me. Then I knew what I had to do. In order to force myself to keep my panties on in public, I needed to get rid of the t-shirt. For some time now, I've been sneaking out of the house fully clothed, and taking off my top in the back yard before hopping the fence and going out shopping. Sure people stare at me because not too many girls go shopping wearing only a pair of panties, but the urge to take off my panties has practically gone away, now that I can't hide them. I feel snug in my panties, and I know I'm covered up where it counts. I don't have to worry about bending over, and I don't have to panic at thoughts of going up the escalator bottomless, and having some old guy looking up my crotch.

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But lately I've been plagued again with thoughts of taking off my panties. My pussy gets all warm and gooey thinking about it. In public I've started pulling them down, just a little, so the strap is loose about my pussy. At the food court, I slide my panties down while I'm sitting, and I spread my legs apart to get the feel for what it must be like to be naked in public. Some people can see my pussy whan I do that, so I realize it doesn't matter if I slide my panties all the way to my knees, and then it doesn't matter if I slide them to my ankles. Ankles are good, because I can spread my legs again. It feels good to spread my legs when my pussy is wet. And with my panties about my ankles, I can always pull them up before I get up to do some more shopping.

Gradually, over time, I started to lose the thrill of pulling my panties down to my ankles. I wondered what it would feel like to let them drop all the way to the floor. Once or twice I even built up the courage to let them hit the floor. I can't tell you the thrill I felt sitting in the food court, totally naked. I even thought about getting up without my panties, and walking around the mall, but I wasn't able to build up the courage to do that. I felt like such a wimp. I went to the ladies room, and took off my panties, and walked around inside the ladies room naked. I dared myself to walk out of the ladies room naked, and I was about to do it when two old ladies entered, and looked me up and down disapprovingly. So I ran back and got my panties, and ran out of the ladies room naked, but with my panties in my hand. Outside the ladies room were two men, who must have been with those old ladies, waiting for them. I felt so naked and embarrassed, I just put on my panties in front of them, and went back into the mall, ashamed at my lack of courage.

I was upset by the way I kept clinging to my panties, and racked my brain to think of a way to break free of them. But every time I slipped them down to my ankles in public, or quietly slipped them off when I thought no one was looking, I got cold feet, and pulled them up snug against my throbbing pussy. My panties were a curse. During the brief moments when my pussy was uncovered, I felt so free with it. When I felt someone looking at me, I could casually rest my hand in my lap, covering my pussy and stroking it at the same time. Then, when no one was looking, I could lean back and stretch my arms, freeing my pussy to the open air. Oh, it felt so good, I really wanted to be free of my panties.

I knew there was only one thing I could do to be free of them -- strip them off at home, and go to the mall naked. I made a date with myself to do just that. My boyfriend would be furious if he knew, so I dressed in my t-shirt and panties, and went into the back yard. He saw me take off my shirt, so I waved at him, and jumped over the wall wearing only my panties. He wasn't happy about me going topless to the mall, but he knew (or at least he thought he knew) that not having a t-shirt would force me to keep my panties on. So after he waved bye-bye to me, he went about his business inside the house. That's when I hopped back over the wall into our back yard, and I took off my panties.




Now, gloriously naked, I was petrified that he would look out the window and see my bare bottom. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I knew I had to hop the wall again, and start heading to the mall. But I was deathly afraid to leave my panties behind. I "posed" for a while, imagining people looking at me. With my legs together, you could hardly see my pussy, right? I mean, I have no hair, so it's just skin. My ass cheeks cover me from behind, so being naked is really not a whole lot different from having clothes. You can't see much, if I'm careful. At least that's what I told myself.




I thought about grabbing my panties before jumping one last time over the wall. What if I get cold feet? I've been to the mall a million times wearing just panties, but I've never been there naked. I mean I've never been there naked and without my panties close by. Somehow I couldn't bring myself to jump over the wall without my panties, so I grabbed them and jumped over the wall. They were like my saftey blanket. But then I realized it would be the same old thing. I would get afraid, and put on my panties again. So I threw them back over the wall, and let them land next to my t-shirt in the back yard. There I was, naked, on the sidewalk with little boys playing, and old men walking their dogs. I was scared to death, and my pussy was leaking like a faucet. I couldn't keep my hands off it. I was partly covering it, and partly stroking it as I walked. Whenever someone was behind me I felt as if their eyes were penetrating between my cheeks and seeing the "real me". So at every park bench I sat down and put my hands between my legs, watching people pass. They pretended not to notice I was naked, which was kind, I think.

One girl, about my age, started following me, and got closer and closer. I speeded up to get away from her, because I felt her looking at me. But she speeded up, too. So when I got to a bus stop, I stopped and sat with the other people waiting for a bus. To my surprise, the girl came and sat next to me. She leaned close to me and whispered, "I wish I had your courage." I was relieved, because I had this idea that everyone thought I was crazy to go naked in public, not courageous. I took a close look at her and saw she was wearing a skin-tight minidress. I spread my legs apart, partly because the girl put me at ease, and partly to show her I wasn't afraid to be naked. She took my gesture as an invitation to put her hand in my lap, which I hadn't intended, but I didn't flinch, either. She must have noticed my pussy was wet, but she didn't say anything about it. She gently stroked my clitoris, which not only made me a lot wetter, it practically brought me to orgasm. It's bad enough to be naked with my legs spread apart at a public bus stop, but to cum would be worse, so I willed myself not to cum. This intensified my excitement. I spread my legs farther apart in a desperate effort not to cum, and put my feet on the bench under my buttocks. The girl kept stroking my clit the whole time making it that much harder to avoid cumming. I begged her to stop, but she kept stroking me. I whispered please don't make me cum in public, and then she realized my embarrassment, and stopped stroking my clit. But she kept her hand in my lap, rubbing my tender inner thighs and my firm belly. As my excitement subsided (but only slightly -- I was still seconds away from cumming) I noticed that her legs were spread as wide as mine, causing her minidress to ride up to her hips. I was ashamed that I didn't notice this blatant invitation to return the favor, so I started stroking her pussy, too. I brought her as close to cumming as I was, and was delighted to hear her moans of joy. She wasn't shy about cumming in public the way I was. She whispered, "finish me," but I didn't. I brought her to the brink, and left her there, wanting more. She begged me, and pulled my hand toward her pussy in a way that caused all the spectators to take notice. But I refused to finish her off. I knew what she wanted, and that was to be naked in public. I knew she had the same problem I did -- she was scared to take the leap. So I made her a deal for her own good. If she would lose her dress, and come with me to the mall I would let her cum. She agreed at once, whipping off her little dress, and throwing it into the trash bin next to the bus stop. She spread her legs apart and leaned back, begging me to finish her, but I said "not until we get to the mall, and walk around naked for a while".

It was so good to be with another naked girl. I felt so much more at ease, especially since my pussy wasn't the only one that was pink and wet. We walked in and out of a dozen shops, and let me tell you, trying things on is a whole lot easier when you're naked. There's no need to go into a changing room, just try stuff on at the rack! She took delight in trying on tops that came down almost to her pussy but not quite. I made a joking display of tugging on the bottoms of her clothes in a vain effort to cover her girlhood. While she tried on hats, with her arms up, adjusting the hat one way and then another, I knelt down and licked her pussy, bringing her to the brink of orgasm over and over. She loved it when I fingered her asshole while I licked her clitoris. She was so vocal I knew exactly when to stop, and let her suffer over and over. Finally, she plopped down on the marble next to the fountain, with one leg in the water, and the other leg on the floor, her pussy wide open for public viewing. I realized I had to keep my promise, so I knelt over her, with my pussy and asshole next to her mouth, and sucked her to orgasm. I lifted my ass off her face because I was still embarrassed to cum in public, but I knew she wasn't embarrassed. She really wanted to cum, so I kept licking her, and stroking her soft inner thighs. She resisted cumming for as long as she could, then let out a gigantic wale of delight as she came with the force of a thousand orgasms. She pulled my ass down on top of her and thrust her tongue into my pussy as she came. Something about her sheer abandon as she came over and over caused me to lose it. As much as I tried not to cum, with her tongue thrusting in and out of my vagina, I couldn't contain myself. I came with such a force it scared me. As I was cumnming, a wave of love for this girl washed over me, and I kissed her all over. I kissed her pussy, and her legs. I kissed her belly, and as I turned around to kiss her face I fell in the water. We laughed as I dragged her in the water with me, and I hugged her, and kissed her with such abandon that the people watching us actually started clapping! We rolled in the shallow water, hugging each other tightly, and kissing a kiss that defied time and space. We were completely wrapped up in each other, our breasts pressed against each other, our legs intertwined, and we forgot we were naked. It was a kiss that lasted forever. We were overwhelmed with love for each other. That was an afternoon at the mall I won't soon forget.

Miniskirt

My boyfriend says my skirt is too short, but I don't think so. Here I am, sitting on the landing of a stairway, wearing my miniskirt, with my hands in my lap.

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Clearly, the skirt is covering my lap, so I don't know what my boyfriend is going on about. He says people can see my pussy, but I don't think so. I think he's overreacting to the fact that I don't like to wear panties. This is for his benefit as well as mine. My lack of panties is for our private enjoyment only, not for everyone else to look at my pussy. I take great care to exactly cover my pussy, but to always have it available for my boyfriend to grope whenever he wants to. The surprise of having him touch me when I least expect it is well worth the embarrassment of accidentally flashing my pussy from time to time. I just wish he would see it that way, and get off my case!

Registration Woes

On her last day of college, Donna received a letter from the college, stating, in part:

"Due to overwhelming demand for summer school, we will be forced to limit registration to girls willing to appear in person without panties, pants, skirt, or any other article of clothing that fastens about the waist. We apologize for the inconvenience this may cause, and we understand fully (and, frankly, expect) that some girls my prefer not to register for classes given these restrictions."

She laughed when she read the letter. She wasn't worried at all about going bottomless to register for classes. After all, she spent half her days at the college bottomless during her first year there, and even a few days stark naked. This would be a cake walk.

Normally, Donna liked to wear a t-shirt and panties, because the t-shirt didn't quite cover her bottom, but rules are rules, so she left her panties at home. On her way out the door, she checked the mirror, and made sure her t-shirt almost covered her -- that would have to do, she thought. She tugged on the bottom of the t-shirt as she walked in an effort to cover as much as possible of her really really rediculously cute ass. As she got into her car, she noticed some boys looking at her, so she was careful to keep her legs together as she sat down. No sense making it easy for them, she thought.

When she arrived at the administration building, she was surprised to see a guard at the gate, directing traffic into one of two parking lots. The larger parking lot was for topless girls, the guard explained. If you are not topless, you will need to park in the smaller lot over there. He pointed to a tiny lot far from the admin building. Donna explained that all she had was the t-shirt, which barely covered her as it was. The guard looked down at her lap, and so Donna looked too, and was embarrassed to notice that her pussy wasn't covered. She quickly covered it with the bottom of her t-shrt, and the guard pretended not to notice she was bottomless. In fact, he said he didn't believe her. She said lots of girls pretend to be bottomless, making crazy claims that their shirt is all that stands between them and total nudity, and he's tired of it. Donna insisted, but the guard wanted proof. Lift your shirt, he said. So she did, revealing her pussy, which was bright pink from the excitement of being forced to strip for the guard. Lift it up over your tits, he ordered. Reluctantly, Donna did so, revealing her cute little boobs.

Now, you're nearly naked, said the guard. Why don't you just take off your shirt? What's the difference? But Donna really didn't want to have to go through the registration process stark naked. She was really looking forward to being mostly covered by her little t-shirt. I'm sorry, said the guard. But if you keep your top on, you'll have to park in the little lot over there. In a huff, Donna drove off, not even bothering to pull her shirt down over her boobs, and went toward the little parking lot. She went up and down its two aisles, but there weren't any parking spots. She drove back to the guard with her boobs and pussy still out in the open, but he wasn't sympathetic. You have two choices, he said. You can wait for a spot to open up in that lot, or you can hand over your shirt.

What if I promise to keep my shirt up like this until I get inside the building? She asked. The guard hesitated, making Donna smile. I've got him interested, she thought. Spread your legs for me, while I think about it, said the guard. Donna spread her legs, revealing her pussy was very juicy. She was so excited, she was almost ready to cum. The guard waited a long time, before agreeing to Donna's terms. I'll be watching you, he said. I'll bet, Donna thought. And if you pull your shirt down, I'll come after you and strip you naked, you have my promise on that. OK, Donna said, you have my word.

Donna parked, and watched all the other topless girls get out of their cars. All of them had skirts or at least panties on. She was jealous, because their pussies were covered, and hers was fully on view, and noticeably excited, too. But she tried to act normal, and pretended that no one would notice, even though in reality they were all staring at her. She looked forward to getting into the building and pulling down her shirt. At the entrance there was a big sign: NO PANTS, NO PANTIES, NO SKIRTS BEYOND THIS POINT, and a huge bin for clothing donations. All the topless girls were stripping naked. Donna paused to watch them. One girl after another would read the sign. Twice. She would finger her panties. Donna watched one girl for a long time. She had beautiful blond hair, which was arranged carefully covering her little boobs. Her panties were wet because she was so excited to be topless, but the idea of taking off her panties to get in the building was too much for her. Donna came up behind her, and stroked her hair. It's OK, she said. The girl practically melted in Donna's arms, so grateful was she that someone understood her plight. I'll help you with your panties, Donna offered. OK, said the girl. Donna gently slipped her hand in the girl's panties, and stroked her soft skin, feeling the warmth of her hot, hairless pussy. As she eased the girl's panties down, she showed her gratitude by stroking Donna's wet pussy. Donna bent over as she gently pulled the girl's panties down, and she continued her ministrations to Donna's bottom, bringing her to full orgasm. The girl kept her hand around Donna's waist as they walked into the building. Thank you, she said. I couldn't have stripped without your help.

You're welcome, Donna said. With all the naked girls around her, it didn't seem quite so important to pull her shirt down now, and with the girl's arm around her (it felt so good) she decided to stay naked just a little longer. She could pull her shirt down whenever she wanted, she reasoned. As the girls sat and waited, they showed each other some more gratitude, each seeing how juicy they could make the other, and kissing whenever either one of them came. It was a registration day Donna would remember for quite some time!

Public Strip

There's nothing finer in the whole wide world than a happy girl taking off her clothes.

I hate my cheerleading coach

I hate my cheerleading coach. She's real mean. For example, if you miss a cheerleading practice, then she doesn't let you wear panties during the game. Do you know what it's like to try to do a cheerleading routine in front of all the students in the school without any panties on? It's really hard to avoid showing my all, and it's embarrassing, too, because when they see my pussy, all my classmates will know I'm being punished.




By the time I get out onto the field, though, the worst part of the punishment is over. The worst part is the inspection. The coach makes me hold my dress up like this, and she brings the football team in to verify that my panties are really off. She tells the football players that if I'm not holding my skirt high enough, they can take it off me, and make me go out wearing only my little bra. She lets them demand that I bend over, which is really embarrassing, because then they can see everything. I know I have to comply, too, because if I don't bend over quickly enough, they can rape me. And the coach doesn't do anything about it. If I complain, then she threatens to strip me naked, so I have to just stand there and pray they don't rape me.

The waiting is the worst part. Waiting with my ass out, knowing I can be raped any second. My pussy gets wetter and wetter as I stand there. The boys stroke it and comment on how wet it is. They make me spread my legs apart so they can get a good feel of my pussy, and I do it, too, because I'm hoping they won't rape me.



One time, one of the football players made me a deal. I could give him my top, and he wouldn't rape me. I thought about it, and agreed that parading topless in front of all the students wouldn't be as bad as being raped, so I did it. But then he said I would have to give him my skirt, too, and go out naked. I didn't want to be naked in front of the whole school body, but the difference between topless and naked isn't that much, so I gave him my skirt, too. I figured, after all, the students would see my pussy anyway because I wasn't wearing any panties. So I stripped naked, and started to go out to join my squad. But then he raped me anyway. But he was nice. After he finished with me, he let me put on my skirt and bra again. But now I'm smarter. I don't make any deals like that. I just let the boys fuck me, and then I do my cheerleading. Apart from the mean coach, it's really a lot of fun, and I enjoy being a cheerleader.

Topless

I like the tingly feeling in my pussy when I even think about taking off my top.



My pussy gets all warm and I want to stroke it whenever I think about going out in public without my top. My brothers all go out without their tops, and they have nipples, just like me. So I don't see why it's such a taboo for me, but it is. And that just makes me more excited. When I think about going topless I don't wear panties under my skirt, because I want to feel my pussy when no one is looking. I'm glad it's covered up, because that way no one can tell I'm getting so excited just thinking about going topless.



Then, after I take off my top, I always check that my bottom is fully covered. I don't have eyes behind my back, so I can't ever be sure my ass is fully covered. It's important to me that my skirt cover my ass fully. If it's too short, the bottom part of my ass cheeks will still be visible, and someone might look between my cheeks, and see my asshole, all cute and puckered. That would be really embarrassing.



So after I unleash my little titties I bend over and look at the mirror between my legs to make sure my asshole is covered. Here, you can see it's just barely covered by my little skirt, so I can feel comfortable knowing my skirt is long enough.




After I get topless, my heart starts beating fast. It takes me a little while before I can relax enough to feel normal in public, so I like to just rest. Here I am, relaxing, secure in the knowledge that my skirt is long enough to cover me fully, yet short enough to allow me to stroke my pussy when it feels all warm and delicious.