Richard Hertz 

Bottomless, Again

I'm tired of wearing minidresses, like all the other girls on Bottomless Day. If you're going to be bottomless, I think you might as well go all the way. Why "beat around the bush" so to speak? I know the other girls get off on covering their pussies part-way, so the boys get little glimpses of their girlhood. And they wear dresses that cover the top of their butt crack, so the boys can ogle their little butt cheeks hanging down below the hem of the dress. But who are they kidding? Being bottomless is all about displaying your pussy to whoever wants to see it.




I'm proud of my pussy, and so I look forward to Bottomless Day, so I can show it off. I like to keep it moist, so it looks its best, too. I rest my hands in my lap, and gently stroke my clit during class, so whenever someone looks my way, they'll see a bright pink and juicy pussy. I feel sorry for the girls who keep their legs together, and try not to get excited, so their pussy doesn't open up. Me, I look forward to French class, where the teacher sits us in a circle. I spread my legs so all my classmates can enjoy my pussy as much as I enjoy it. Just knowing they're looking at it gets me more excited and juicy.

So while the other girls are being coy in their minidresses (even though everyone knows they're naked underneath) I will be bold, and enjoy displaying my girlhood today.

Public Nudity

Imagine that I'm wearing clothes. Imagine that I'm wearing clothes. Donna kept thinking that to herself as she walked through the busy downtown streets. At least I have this purse to cover me. She tried to hide behind it, covering as much of her sexy body with it as she could.



At first she tried to keep her legs together, so the eyes that seem to follow her everywhere would not pry between them, and see her little pussy, or her tightly puckered asshole. But soon she realized that trying to cover up just drew more attention. Her new idea was to do exactly what Crysta had recommended: pretend she wasn't naked at all. When she caught people looking at her, she just smiled in her sexy, endearing way.

After an hour or so of shopping, she started to take the upper hand. She delighted in making people avert their eyes, and as she now had more practice at it, she was better than those she met at pretending she wasn't naked. Her favorite stores were those that sold accessories, such as shoes. Watching the salesman squirm as she sat down naked in front of him, and put one of her legs up for him to try on "these, in a size 4" was just priceless.

But the piece de resistance came when she went to the jewelry department, and picked out a nice stud. "May I try it on?" Donna asked. Before the sales girl had a chance to even gasp, she inserted it in her pierced inner pussy lip, and admired herself using the mirror. She spread her legs for a better view, and a few other customers crowded around to see, too. After a minute or two, she said, "I don't think it suits me," and took it out, handing it back to the clerk. As she turned to leave the store, all the men who had been watching suddenly averted their attention at the same time.

Donna smiled.

Excitement

"Crysta, I'm worried about today."

Crysta curled her finger around Donna's beautiful hair, and gently kissed her ear. "Why?"

"Because today is bottomless day, and so my pussy will be fully on display."

"Yes?" Crysta didn't understand Donna's problem, because she rarely covered her bottom.

"Well, you know the Code of Conduct forbids girls from being excited in public, right?"

"I know that," Crysta said. Then she thought about it some more, and asked "Are you afraid of getting excited?" Donna nodded and nuzzled Crysta's neck. "Just think about something else, and it'll pass."

"How can I?" Donna asked. "With only a tiny top on, covering my titties, and everything else fully on display all I can think about is my throbbing pussy, and how pink and juicy it is."



"First of all, I think you need more practice being bottomless in public, and then you won't be so preoccupied."

"But I can't stop thinking about the punishment for a girl who gets excited." The punishment is essentially rape, although the Code of Conduct doesn't call it that. A girl whose pussy is wet and pink is obviously ready for sex, and so she is considered "asking for it". Any boy who sees this is not only permitted but actually REQUIRED to give the girl what she seems to be asking for. The ostensible reason for this rule is to discourage girls from becoming sexually excited in public. But in Donna's case, it has the opposite effect. Knowing that she will be raped in punishment for being excited is enough to make her very excited.

It's actually a whole lot worse. Boys are allowed to touch any exposed skin on a girl's torso or legs, and girls are forbidden to resist. This rule, too, is designed to encourage girls to be more modest -- the thinking was that a girl who knows her bare skin is available for touching will cover up better. But today is bottomless day, so Donna will have no choice but to leave her buttocks and pussy bare, and so they will be available for touching. A boy might stroke her naked ass, and Donna is afraid this might excite her. In fact, the boy might do this expressly to excite her, knowing he can rape her once she gets excited.

Crysta said, "Donna, lie down. I'll help you get used to being fondled. Try to avoid getting excited while I lick your asshole."

Donna lied down as Crysta asked, and then got up on her knees with her ass in the air. She tried to think of anything non-sexual as Crysta licked her puckered asshole, and stroked her labia. But it was no use. She first became excited, and then she came in wave after wave of luxurious delicious shivering orgasms.

"Was that fun?" Crysta asked when she was sure Donna was done.

Still delerious from her excitement, Donna managed to say, "Uh huh." Then, after her brain cleared a bit, she said, "but I failed."

Crysta said, "Not really. No girl can resist that treatment. But now that you came, you'll be a little tougher if a boy should try something similar."

"Oh, thank you, Crysta," Donna said, and hugged her sexy roommate passionately. Then the two bottomless girls made their way to their first class of the day.

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Sleeping Girl

"Boy, I'm tired," Crysta said as the girls were getting ready for bed. She was already naked, and ready for sleep.

Donna wasn't so quick to strip. "Do you notice anything missing?" she asked.

"Yes," Crysta said. I notice your nudity is missing.

"There's a good reason for that," Donna said. "The DOOR TO OUR ROOM is missing!"

"Oh, that," Crysta said. "The boys took it. I told you we shouldn't close it when we're in the room. Now they're punishing us ."

"Well then, we can't sleep naked without even a door to keep the prying eyes off us!"

Crysta fell to her bed, naked, and snuggled with her pillow. Almost asleep herself, she said, "Just take off your clothes and go to sleep, Donna."

"Well, can I turn off the light, at least?"

"No, we should sleep naked with the lights on, so the boys will see we're not hiding. Then they'll give us our door back."

Reluctently, Donna took off her clothes and eased into bed, pulling the covers over her.

"Are you cold, Donna?"

"No, why?"

"Then take off your covers. Come on, Donna, play along." This is no worse than a nude beach, Crysta thought, and the girls have sunbathed in the nude many times. She didn't see what Donna's problem was.

The girls' beds faced away from the door, so anyone passing by could look between them. So Donna tried to keep her legs together. But while she slept, who knows what sorts of positions she assumed?

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Department Store Dummy

Department Store Dummy, Part 1

"Will come with me, Crysta? I hate to walk alone through the city, especially when I'm naked."

"Don't be silly, Donna, you're not naked. One, two, three," she counted, ticking off Donna's panties and high-heel shoes.

"Yeah, well, I feel naked, even with my cute little panties on."

"Don't be such a worry wart," Crysta chided her close friend, slapping her sexy butt. Donna looked at her with begging, pleading eyes, to the point where Crysta gave in. "Oh, OK, I'll go with you. I wanted to see your new job, anyway."

"Oh, thank you, Crysta!" Donna hugged her roommate, and then gushed about her new job. "It's really nice. They pay twenty-five dollars an hour just for standing there, and modeling their clothes."

"Like a mannequin?"

"Yes, except I won't have to stay completely still. As long as I don't react to the customers, and if I stay pretty much in the position they leave me. And I can't interfere with them dressing and undressing me."

Crysta grabbed her keys and held the door open for Donna. "So they might strip you naked, then?"

"No, they promised me that I would have clothes on at all times while customers are in the store." Donna paused at the door, and kissed Crysta to thank her for coming along -- a long, lingering kiss on the mouth. When they were done kissing, Donna opened her mouth to say something, then changed her mind.

"What is it?" Crysta asked.

"It's just..." Donna fingered one of the five buttons that went from top to bottom, along the front of Cryta's micro-minidress. "Never mind."

Crysta read her beautiful roommate's mind. "It's just that you're topless, and I'm not."

Donna cast her long lashes down. "Yes," she said quietly.

"Donna, we've been through this. I just can't strip for you every time we go out. I'll undo one button, and that's it." Crysta undid the top button of her dress, revealing a good deal of cleavage.

"Two," Donna begged.

Crysta undid three buttons, revealing cleavage down to her navel. This satisfied Donna, who slipped her hand into Crysta's dress, and felt Crysta's erect nipples as they kissed one more time. Crysta responded, pulling Donna closer, and giving Donna full reign to feel all of Crysta's nakedness beneath the dress she was now barely wearing.

When they finally parted, Crysta straightened a lock of Donna's hair that had fallen into her face, and carressed her face. "Do you feel better, now?"

Donna's panties were soaked with girl juice from their kiss. "Yes," she said. "I really do." With that, the girls left their room, and started walking downtown. Donna was still glowing from their kiss, so she didn't even hear the catcalls from passing motorists as the girls neared the department store. When they arrived at the side door, they cupped their hands over it, and stood on their tippy toes to see. Donna's panties covered her ass, but Crysta's minidress rode up a couple inches, revealing the lower half of her ass. A few boys stopped to watch the girls -- one topless and the other bottomless -- bend forward.

Donna knocked on the glass, and the manager came. She was a prim and proper looking woman in her thirties, wearing a business suit. She unlocked the door, and opened it about an inch. "Yes?" she said.

Donna spoke up. "I'm here to work," she said. The manager looked at her blankly. "I'm a model."

The manager softened up, and smiled. "Oh!" She opened the door a little wider, looked Donna up and down, and said, "You're supposed to let us dress you."

Donna looked confused. "Yes," she agreed.

"Well, give your panties to your friend, and then I'll let you in after you've been standing outside for a few minutes, stark naked."

"A few minutes?!"

"Yes," the manager replied curtly. "Some time for you to think and reflect about how you should show up naked next time."

Donna looked with puppy-dog eyes to the manager, but she didn't melt. Instead, she closed and locked the door. Donna looked at Crysta, who shrugged. Finally, she looked at the boys who were watching the girls' every move. Finally, Donna said what was obviously on her mind. "I feel really uncomfortable taking off my panties with all these people watching."

Crysta understood completely. "What if I undo the last two buttons of my minidress, and let it hang open. That way you won't be the only girl with her pussy showing."

"But then you can do up your dress whenever you want, and I'll still be naked."

Crysta didn't want to have to offer this, but she felt bad for her friend. "You can take the buttons off my dress, so I won't be able to do it up."

Donna's face lit up with a wide smile, making her more beautiful at that moment than any girl Crysta had ever seen. Donna pulled off her panties and threw her arms around Crysta, kissing her lustfully. The girls probed each other with their tongues as Donna pulled Crysta's buttons off, one by one. The girls pressed their bare fronts together, and hugged each other close. Crysta came quietly as Donna stroked her between her cheeks. They paid no attention to the crowd of boys who had gathered to watch them kiss. Finally, the door opened, and Donna went inside. "Thank you, Crysta," she said as the door closed.

Crysta was left by herself in nothing but a micro-minidress with no buttons. It was wide open in front, her huge boobs hanging in full view, as was her shaved pussy. She made a half-hearted attempt to cover herself by pulling the "lapels" of her dress together, but she succeeded in covering just one of her boobs. She picked up Donna's panties, and looked at them longingly. Alas, they were way to small for her. No use. She decided to ignore the dozens of pairs of eyes that followed her every move, and just walk home.

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Department Store Dummy, Part 2

Safely inside the store, Donna felt safe and comfortable, even though she was naked. She waved at Crysta as she started to walk home, but Crysta didn't see her. She couldn't take her eyes off Crysta's beautiful hips, undulating from side to side as her dress flipped past her ass crack with each step. God, she was beautiful. Donna watched as people passed her, then turned around for another look. She closed her eyes and imagined how her gorgeous roommate appeared from the front, with her big, luscious breasts and her perfectly shaved pussy, which was probably still a little red and swollen from just having cum.

"Go a size big," said one of the assistant managers. She had evidently been talking to Donna for a while.

"Huh?" Donna asked, making no effort to cover up her daydream.

"Pick out a pair that's one size too big for you -- we don't want any panty lines." She smiled at Donna. Donna's eyes focused on her name tag. Elaine.

"Oh, OK, Elaine." Donna was glad to start with panties. She had been afraid she might have to go bottomless like some of the other models she had seen when she had been shopping as a customer. She recalled one incident in particular. A model was posed in a short skirt, with one foot on her pedestal, and the other resting on the back of a bench. Donna had been shopping all day, and just needed a rest, so she sat on the bench without realizing the model was even there. For no particular reason, she glanced up at the girl, and saw she was crying. Donna felt bad, and wanted to console the girl, but she was too high off the ground for her to hug, even if that was allowed, so she just stroked the girl's legs, and said, it's OK. Looking up at the girl, she noticed she wasn't wearing any panties, and that her pussy was swollen and red. She was obviously in a very high state of sexual excitement, and needed release. Normally, Donna would have just stroked her pussy, but she was such a sweet little girl, she wanted to do a little more for her. So she took off her miniskirt, and fingered her asshole as she probed her pussy with her tongue. After each thrust, she licked her sweet girl-juice with a long, lingering slurp. The girl shuddered several times, and then relaxed. Donna put the girl's miniskirt on again, and patted her quivering pussy one more time before gathering her things and moving on.

When she got to the rack of thongs, she fingered her own pussy and found it to be sopping wet from just thinking about that poor girl and her miniskirt. It would feel good to slip into something soft. She picked out a thong that barely stayed up, knowing if she got anything smaller Elaine would send her back for a bigger size. Elaine looked her over and smiled. She put a shirt and miniskirt on Donna, arranging them carefully so her panties were covered. She explained to Donna, "In this department, the customers are allowed to shop directly off the models, so they will take your shirt and skirt off, but you can leave your panties on. If I see you without a skirt or shirt, I'll find one and put it on you, but under no circumstances are you to dress yourself or leave your pedestal, do you understand?"

Donna nodded and smiled. This would be fun, being dressed and undressed all day. Elaine repositioned Donna's legs slightly, leaving them akimbo. Then she adjusted the front of Donna's panties, letting her fingers run gently across Donna's pussy. She hoped Elaine wouldn't be mad that she was a little wet, but she didn't say anything. Donna smiled and tried to ignore being petted, but her pussy only got wetter. When she was done, her panties were pulled down about two inches, leaving a gap between the panty strap and her pussy, which might let someone see her pussy, but luckily for her, Donna didn't know this, so she wasn't bothered by it.

"Are you ready?" asked Elaine.

Donna nodded, but she didn't say anything, because she was already "in character", legs slightly parted, and looking out across the see of racks of clothes. Elaine wandered off, and customers gradually began milling about. Donna's first customer was a cute girl about her age, who seemed to be having trouble with the snap of her miniskirt. Donna wanted to help her, but knew it was against the rules, so she just let the girl struggle with it. Soon, her boyfriend came over, and started to help. He seemed to touch Donna's skin more than necessary, but eventually he was able to get the skirt off, pulling her panties down another inch in the process. The girl and her boyfriend went off to try on the skirt. Standing there without her skirt, and with her panties teetering on the edge of her pubic mound, she felt a bit vulnerable, although she felt good to be wearing a shirt along with the panties. Oh good, Donna thought, when she saw a worker coming her way. But instead of dressing Donna, she just adjusted her legs, separating them, and bending her forward at the waist. What? Donna thought, this is a hard position to hold, and opens up my pussy to practically full viewing! Her nipples hardened as she thought about the people passing by who might be glancing at her wet pussy. And there was nothing she could do about it. Oh, please, she begged in her mind, come and put a skirt on me!

But before any worker could answer her mental plea, another customer came by, interested in her shirt. She felt the material, and commented to her boyfriend, "it's soft!" Luckily, he seemed uninterested. That is, until she added, "come and feel this."

The boy came over, and looked straight into Donna's eyes with a sly smile. He felt the shirt, in the area of Donna's belly. "Yes," he said. "It is soft."

The girl placed her cheek on Donna's belly, and continued feeling the shirt, saying "Mmmmm, this is soft."

Donna thought, this is wierd!

Then the boy came over, and put his cheek against Donna's ass, and felt Donna's legs. "This is soft," he purred. He felt up one inner thigh, and down the other, pausing to deftly feel beneath Donna's little panties as if they weren't even there.

"Oh, look, Tim," said the girl, pointing at Donna's nipples. They were fully erect.

Tim began feeling them. "I can't get over how soft this shirt is," he said.

"I want to try it on," said the girl. "Take it off her."

Oh, please don't, Donna begged in her mind while focusing off in the distance and trying to maintain a pleasantly blank expression.

"I don't know if I should," said Tim, still kneading Donna's pert breasts.

"Please," begged the girl.

"Oh, OK," Tim said, as he gently removed the shirt. Donna raised her arms to help him take the shirt off her, which flattened her belly, and in so doing, her panties slipped right off her, coming to rest half way to her knees.

Please pull up my panties, Donna begged silently, all the while smiling and pretending nothing was wrong. "How do you think she shaves so close?" Tim asked, his nose just inches from Donna's bald pussy.

The girl came close and ran her finger over it. "I think it's permanent," she said.

"Permanent?"

"Yeah, electrolysis or something."

Oh, please just go away! Donna thought desperately. But the boy kept it up. "Sure is smooth," he said, stroking Donna's pussy.

The girl moved behind Donna, and commented on how pretty her asshole was, which was a nice thing to say, but Donna just wished they would go away. "I wonder how it tastes," she said idly.

Then the worst happened. The boy parted Donna's cheeks, and took a big slurp between them. Hoping the shock of being goosed by a stranger's tongue didn't register on her face, Donna was further surprised by a wave of excitement that swept over her, wetting her pussy, and -- if this is even possible -- further hardening her nipples.

"Well?" asked the girl.

"Sweet!" Tim said.

"What about her pussy?" asked the girl.

"What about it?" asked Tim, not understanding her.

"How does it taste?" she prompted.

He stroked Donna's naked belly, and carressed her cheeks before going in for a dive. He took four or five nice long licks all the way from Donna's vagina to her clitoris -- enough to put Donna into paroxysms of delight, which she tried to cover by staring distantly into space.

"Put it on," Elaine repeated.

Donna looked at her and noticed she was handing her a new shirt. "Where are the boy and girl?" Donna asked.

"What boy? What girl?" asked Elaine.

"The ones who pulled down my panties and licked my pussy!" Donna said.

"Shhhh!" Elaine cautioned. "No one pulled down your panties. Relax!"

Donna checked her panties. Still in place.

"Now put this on!"

It slowly dawned on Donna that she had imagined the whole thing -- there never was any girl or boy. She felt an afterglow in her pussy, though. She had cum, but everything else was in her imagination. She put on the shirt, hoping no one noticed her orgasm.

As Donna put on the shirt, Elaine said, "Normally we like it when the models stay quiet, but the customers really liked your 'Harry Met Sally' routine. It's OK if you do that again a little later. Now, let me find a skirt for you."

Elaine rummaged about, and found a tiny little skirt, and put it on Donna. She arranged Donna's legs this way and that way, seeming unsatisfied with the result. "Let's try it without the panties," Elaine said.

Donna wanted to protest, But you promised I could keep my panties on whenever customers were in the store, but she remained quiet while Elaine slipped her panties off. Oh, please don't let people see my wet pussy -- I just came! But Elaine was oblivious to the problem, propping Donna's legs up, and putting her bright pink pussy on full view. "Hmmm," said Elaine. "I guess you'll need to put panties on, to cover that up." She stroked Donna's wet pussy, and slipped the panties on her. She didn't pull them up all the way, but Donna breathed a sigh of relief anyway. It felt so good to be covered up. Thank you, Elaine, thank you!

A little boy, no more than five years old, walked by clutching his mother's skirt. Pointing at Donna, he said, "Mommy, do girls have a dick?"

Mom corrected the boy, "Penis," she said. "And no, girls have a vagina instead." The boy continued to stare between Donna's legs, so Mom prompted him, "It's OK, Jimmy. Lift her skirt and you'll see she has no penis."

No, please don't lift my skirt, Donna thought. Not a five-year-old! This is creepy!

But the boy lifted her skirt and stared under it for a long time. "Maybe she has a little one," he said.

"Well, feel her panties," Mom prompted.

FEEL THEM?! No! Donna begged in her mind, but it was no use. The boy felt her panties. Please don't notice how wet they are, Donna thought. "They're wet!" said the boy. Donna was mortified.

"That's a secretion from her vagina," said Mom. "It happens to most girls when they are stripped in public. Some girls get wet just from being put on display like this girl is," she explained.

"Is it pee?" asked the boy. "Did she pee in her panties?"

"No," said Mom, "It's different. Take off her panties and feel inside them, and you'll see what I mean. It's more slippery than pee."

NO! NO! No! With all her mental might, Donna begged the boy to leave her panties alone! Where is Elaine when I need her! But to no avail. Mom watched while the boy tried to pull down Donna's panties. Good. He was having trouble. Maybe he would give up. But Mom was full of suggestions. You'll find it easier if you take off her skirt first. This was worse than creepy. She was even hoping Mom would step in and finish the stripping. Finally, she was just hoping the boy would finish stripping her just to get it over with. And this wish came true.

Finally, the boy managed to get everything off Donna except her shirt. Donna desperately wanted to cover her wet pussy, but she remembered to spread her legs apart as if she were wearing clothes. She posed just as Elaine had left her, with her gaping pink pussy fully on display. At least a worker would see her and put some clothes on her -- if not panties, then at least a skirt. It won't be long now, Donna prayed.

Mom continued her anatomy lesson. "Now, Jimmy, look between her legs. Do you see two holes?" Pointing, Mom said, "This one is her anus, where she poops. And this one is her vagina. Feel it."

No, don't feel it!

The boy touched it gently. Against her will, his touch felt good. A five-year-old! This was terrible.

"Do you see how slippery it is? Now look at these lips that circle the vagina. These are called labia. Pull them apart, go ahead, it's OK, and you'll see a lump of skin, here. This is her clitoris. Go ahead and touch it."

No, not there! Please, please don't touch my clit! But, like all her other mute pleas, this one, too, was ignored. He touched her clit, and, forgive her, it felt good.

Mom continued, "Now rub her, gently but firmly, from her clitoris to her anus, along the insides of her labia. Rub the skin around these areas, too. Her upper thighs, her buttocks, and her lower belly. This will excite her, and cause her to produce more secretions from her vagina." As the boy followed Mom's instructions, she continued, "Do you see the liquid flowing from her vagina?" Who could miss it? It was practically a torrent! Oh, Stop before I -- stop! Oh my -- oh my -- please -- PLEASE -- GOD!

But the boy kept touching her. Donna turned her silent begging toward Mom. Please, mom, stop telling the boy to touch me! He's doing too good a job! I'm about to cum! He's got me on the brink and keeps touching me! Donna used all her might to stave off the orgasm that was trying to flood her body, when a miracle happened. Mom distracted the boy. "Look at her nipples, Jimmy!" Yes, look at my nipples, that's the boy! "Do you see how hard they are?"

"Yeah, she's got her high beams on!"

Mom seemed amused by the boy's precocious remark, "That's right. Firm nipples is another sign that a girl is excited. Take off your shirt, Donna."

What? Donna said, in her mind.

"I said, take off the shirt." All the people watching the five-year-old boy faded as if they had never existed. The store was empty, except for the workers. It was an assistant manager, holding out her arms, and asking for Donna's shirt.

"It was another fine show," she said. "We'll want you back every day to do this. The customers love it!"

"What show?" Donna asked, innocently.

"Do you mean you're really cumming when you do that?" one of the workers asked.

Donna didn't answer. She just stripped off her shirt, and noticed she was naked. She hadn't considered how she would get home. Oh well, she thought. It's not like this is the first time I'll be walking home in the evening, stark naked. She exited the side door, and was surprised and pleased to see Crysta waiting for her.

"Crysta!" she yelled, and ran to her, hugging her. "I've missed you so much!" Crysta was still wearing her buttonless minidress. It felt good to press their bellies together, and stroke each other's buttocks. It made being naked at least bearable, if not pleasant.

"I have a present for you," Crysta said, handing Donna a little bag.

"What is it?" Donna gasped.

"Open it!"

Donna tore into the bag and found a tiny white miniskirt, no more than four inches long from waist to hem. "I love it!" she said as she slipped it on. She pulled it up and rolled it so its length was reduced to three inches at the most, and positioned it so it exactly covered her pussy. In the back, it more or less covered her asshole, while leaving very little to the imagination. It was a nice gift -- to Donna, and to those who followed her on that busy sidewalk.

Hot Day

Hot Day

It sure is stuffy in this classroom, Donna thought to herself as she picked at one of the thin straps of her top. Even though she was wearing only panties and a skimpy top, the heat was getting to her. As Donna looked around the room, she saw that most of the other girls were dressed in a similarly skimpy fashion -- modesty gives way to necessity on days like this. She fingered her pussy absently as the teacher droned on. That's one nice thing about wearing just panties and a top, she mused: it provides easy access to the simple pleasures. It didn't help that her top was a couple sizes too small -- don't get me wrong, Donna looked great in it, with her nipples at attention and all, but the small size of her top seemed to hold in the heat just that much more. She slipped the straps off her shoulders to get some relief. That felt a lot better. When no one was looking, she peeled the top down, just a bit. She didn't much care if people saw her tits, she just wanted to cool off a bit. Gradually, she peeled her top down, until it was dangling about her waist. That felt a lot better. She looked around the classroom, and was happy to see no one except her roommate, Crysta, noticed she had stripped off her top. She slide it down the rest of the way, past her naked cheeks (her panties were thong style) and down her long, slender legs to the floor. Casually, she picked it up and put it in her purse. Now free from the encumbrance of her top, she felt much cooler, and just a little sexier, too. Her panties covered the minimal necessary parts, the only fabric being the triangle-shaped patch over her lips. She massaged her bald pubic mound as she thought how glad she was that her bush was permanently removed, because shaving is a pain in the -- well, pussy. Her panties were barely resting in place, because they were exactly the right size. She had paid a lot of money for them to get the best elastic, the thinnest on the market, with the absolute minimum tention required to hold up her panties. That way, she can wear the panties under any other clothing, or on their own, without any panty lines. They also helped her feel completely naked, they were so light. She slipped a couple fingers under her pussy-cover, and let them play over her wetness, when she was started when the teacher addressed her.

"Donna, it's not fair to the other girls."

Donna withdrew her fingers from her pussy as surreptitiously as possible, and tried to recover from her daydream. "What?" was the best she could do under the circumstances.

The teacher repeated herself. "It's not fair for you to take off your top, unless all the girls can take off their tops."

Donna frowned. Her first thought was what's stopping the other girls from taking off their tops? But she knew the answer, at least in Crysta's case. Crysta was embarrassed about her huge boobs, and like to keep a semblence of modesty regarding them. So she took a different tack: "Why can't the girls who want to take off their tops just take them off?"

The teacher sighed, and addressed Donna as if she were a little child, "What if everyone but one girl took off her top? How do you think that girl would feel? She might be ashamed to take off her top, but feel such pressure from the others that she would take it off anyway."

Donna simply failed to see why she should be responsible for the shame of the other girls, but she played along anyway. She knew there would be some girls, Crysta in particular, who would be unwilling to part with their tops, but she was pretty sure she could bully all the girls into taking off an article of clothing, so she said "What if I get all the girls to take something off. Then some of us would be topless, and some would be bottomless, and we would all be more comfortable in this heat."

The teacher seemed doubtful, but hearing the murmur of approval from the class, she finally agreed. "Donna, I'll assign you to go around the class and collect one item of clothing from each girl."

Donna smiled, and got up to start the process rolling. Crysta was first. She happily took off her panties, and sat down with her legs apart, resting her hand against her bald pussy, stroking it gently as she watched the other girls strip. The next girl Donna came to was wearing a minidress that was so short her naked butt cheeks were hanging out the bottom. For a minute, it looked like all she was wearing was the minidress, because she wasn't making a move to take anything off. Finally she gave in, and took off her thong panties, much to everyone's disappointment. The next girl was wearing panties and a tiny tube top, barely more than an inch wide, positioned over her nipples. She asked if it would be OK to take off her panties and move her tube top down, so she could wear it as a miniskirt. No one objected, so she made the adjustment. The next girl was wearing a teddy and a micro-miniskirt. The skirt hung low on her waist, and flared out, not quite covering the bottom of her teddy. She took off her skirt revealing gorgeous butt cheeks separated by the ass-strap of her teddy. She started to hand the skirt to Donna, but was interrupted when the class let out groans of complaint. They wanted her to take off the teddy, and wear just the micro-minidress. Cowed by the will of the majority, she stripped naked, and put her miniskirt back on. Everyone watched with rapt attention as she stood with her legs apart to adjust her skirt. The back covered exactly down to her asshole, leaving a nice view of her pussy. The front covered the top of her pussy, leaving a view of her vagina, which had started to become moist from all the attention placed on it. She sat down and covered her pussy with her hands, letting them slide up and down slowly as the other girls stripped.

Finally, Donna came to the last girl in the class. She was wearing a semi-sheer baby-doll dress. As she stood up the class watched, expecting her to take off her thong. Instead, she began to cry.

"What's the matter?" Donna asked, stroking the girl's face gently.

The girl whispered in Donna's ear, but the class couldn't hear what she said. Donna shook her head, and continued stroking the girl as she whispered something in her ear.

As the girl continued crying, Donna explained the problem to the class. "She's just wearing the one item of clothing. She wants special permission to keep it on."

The teacher chimed in, "This is exactly the problem I was trying to avoid, Donna, when I told you to keep your top on. Now, do you see the problem?"

Everyone saw the problem. Because of this one girl, everyone would need to put their clothes back on, including Donna. There had to be way around this problem. One girl suggested, "Why don't you sit down, and keep your legs crossed so no one will see your pussy?"

It looked at first as though this would be the breakthrough they needed, because the girl sat down, crossed her legs, and started to lift her dress up. She was a beautiful girl, with sexy legs and a flat belly. But when she had lifted her dress up even with her breasts she got cold feet. She snuggled the dress around her breasts and started crying again. "I don't see why I should be the only girl who has to strip naked," she sobbed.

One girl wearing only a micro-miniskirt said, "Look at me, I'm *nearly* naked. This skirt hides very little." She stood up and spread her legs to make her point. Everyone nodded because she was right. Nothing was hidden.

"Then can you take it off, so I won't be the only naked girl?"

Suddenly the micro-miniskirt seemed very important. She hugged it to her sexy body, mumbled something, and sat down.

The teacher addressed the class. "If anyone else is willing to get naked, please do so now. Otherwise I'll just have to ask you to put your clothes back on, and we'll get on with our class."

You could hear crickets chirp. Gradually the girls started talking to each other about the possibility of stripping. Girls sat together in twos and threes debating who should strip. The girls with the least coverage were proposed as likely victims. Methods, such as casting lots, were proposed as a way to see who should strip. Some of the girls allowed themselves to be partially stripped as a trial, to see how it felt. Girls sat and loosened their panties, some pulling them down as far as their knees to imagine whether they could stand being naked. Donna saw all the girls slipping slowly out of their panties, and felt ashamed to be practically the only girl still fully covered, so she loosened her panties a bit, too.

Finally, the teacher weighed in, "I see you girls are all thinking about taking off your panties, which is a good idea. Any girl who is OK with the idea of taking off her panties should go ahead and do that now."

For an agonizing minute, no one moved. But then, one by one, the girls started taking off their panties, and handing them to Donna as she went about the room. Donna, though, wasn't comfortable taking off her panties, although she left them loose, letting the top of her pussy peek out. In the end, Donna came back to the girl in the baby doll dress, and looked at her. Four or five girls were completely naked, and half the rest were bottomless, so there was no more excuse for her to leave her dress on. Slowly, she took it off, and handed it to Donna.

The teacher looked at her watch, and then at the great pile of clothes that had been gathered from the class. "It's close to the end of the class," she said, "so I think we'll stop here. Donna, will you please gather up the clothes and make a donation to the College Clothing Drive?"

Pandamonium broke loose! The girls all expected to get their clothes back at the end of class. The naked ones, especially, were upset with the idea of donating their clothes to the clothing drive.

Donna yelled over the hubub. "Wait, wait! I understand how you feel, it's not fair for the naked girls -- girls who took off her clothes just to make Sara feel better -- to have all their clothes donated to charity while the rest of you get to leave with some of your clothes. So I propose that we all strip, and that way we'll be equally naked."

"And there will be an even better clothing donation," said the teacher.

The class wasn't sure, at first, even though they were all pretty-near naked. But Donna took off her little panties, and threw them in the pile. One by one, the girls reluctantly stripped, and threw the last scrap of their clothes in the pile. Donna went with Crysta to the clothing donation drop, and threw them in. "When you're naked, it's good to have company," Donna said. Crysta agreed as the two girls hugged, and kissed. It felt good to be naked together.

Forced Nudity

Girls, it's important to look at the calendar before you get dressed in the morning. This girl failed to notice that today is "bare legs" day. A careful reading of the Dress Code is important, too, because the definition of "legs" includes the perineum, which outlaws the wearing of any kind of shorts or panties on "bare legs" day. On this day, girls must wear only the very shortest dresses or miniskirts, and they must be very careful that the skirt doesn't cover any part of their legs.

As I said, this girl forgot to check the calendar, and so she wore shorts when she left her room in the morning. Within less than a minute, a Dress Code Inspector stopped her and reminded her of the special day. She apologized profusely, and removed her shorts immediately, thanking her good luck that she decided to wear a shirt, instead of going topless. But then the Inspector gave her the bad news: her shirt covered part of her thigh, which is not allowed on Bare Legs Day, so she had to remove it as well. The Inspector took the clothes as evidence of her crime.

There she was, naked.




Feeling awkard about her nudity -- none of the other girls were nude -- she covered her breasts and pussy as best as she could. But this only made her look and feel more awkward.

Girls, when you're caught in public without any clothes on, something that does happen from time to time, you should decide which body parts you really need to cover. As long as you're fully shaved, you really don't need to cover your pussy, because your pussy is already covered. Keep the lips of your vertical smile together so your vagina is covered, and that way your hands will be free to cover your breasts. If you practice this, you will feel more and more comfortable being nude in public. With practice, you may actually decide on your own to be nude, rather than waiting to be forced into nudity.

Bottomless

I hope this is OK. I have nothing that goes with this shirt, but I do love the shirt.

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I know my bottom isn't covered by the shirt, but I'll keep my legs together, and I'll avoid bending over. So my cheeks will close up around my asshole, and no one will see anything. Is that OK? Can we go clubbing if I dress this way? Please say yes. I'll be a good girl. Look, I shaved my pussy and everything. I'm not showing any more skin than at the beach. Come, on, please?

Why Bother with Panties?

What is your smallest article of clothing? I bet it's your thong panties. Think with me about what they cover. Practically nothing. There's a thin strap that snuggles against your asshole, but does it cover your asshole? Not really. If it's like a lot of thongs, it's about the thickness of dental floss. So when you spread your legs apart or bend over, you can bet that if your dress rides up, your thong won't save you. Your asshole is on display.



Now think about the front. Is it sexy? I bet it is. Maybe it's lacy. Then in between the lacy things is -- you guesed it, your pussy. Again, if your dres is short, and you're sitting in a public place, you've got people looking right at your pussy.

Is it totally opaque? Most thongs aren't. Is it a wicked weasel microminimus? Then it covers nothing. You might as well take it off.

Take a close look at this girl, bending over. What does she really lose by taking off her thong? Nothing. She was as much on display before she took it off. When she was wearing the thong, everyone was imagining her glorious asshole and beautiful pussy. They couldn't see it because she was demure -- she kept her legs together and she didn't bend over. Now, she's naked. People will wonder the same thing. She'll keep her legs together, and no one will see her pussy or her asshole. She's covered up just as much, but now she's naked.

Pajama Top

My roommate and I share a pair of pajamas. We both love them. I think I'm lucky because I get to wear the top. It covers me completely, because it's plenty long.

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I snuggle up in it, and let it drape over my pussy, so I don't accidentally flash anybody.

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Pity my roommate, who has to be content with the bottoms. She has no way to cover her tits. This is especially troubling to her when we have "pajama day" at school. She's embarrassed to go to class all day topless, but it's the rule -- whatever you wear as pajamas is what you must wear to class on pajama day.

I tell her not to worry, but secretly it makes my pussy juicy to see her so anguished, and always covering her boobs with her hands. It's sad, though, that she can't keep her boobs covered this way, because there's something else about these pajamas that is kinda funny -- the bottoms are too big for her. So if she covers her boobs with one hand, and holds her books with the other, then there's no hand free to hold up her pants.

Sometimes she opts to leave her boobs out in the open, bouncing up and down as she walks. This attracts a lot of attention, but sacrifices have to be made.

Other times, she opts to cover her boobs, and prays that her pants will stay up. I watch with glee as they gradually slide down her slender body, exposing first the top of her butt crack, and then more and more. We pray that the pants will come to rest on the widest part of her hips, and stop the inexorable slide down her gorgeous body.

One time, on the campus bus, it was so full neither one of us got a seat. We had to hang onto the overhead railing. This was a bit of a problem for me, because it made my pajama top open up just a little bit. Luckily, my boobs stayed inside it, and my ass remained covered. I was facing my roommate, so even though my pussy wasn't covered, she was the only one who could really notice it.

But my poor roommate wasn't so lucky. Her pajama bottoms were already at the lowest safe place when she got on the bus. With both arms up in the air, her boobs bobbing up and down with each lurch of the bus, her pants started sliding further. Thank goodness she is fully shaved, because her pants fell down exactly even with the top of her pussy. Then it happened. They passed the widest part of her hips, and just slid to the floor, leaving her stark naked. I expected her to panic, but she just sighed. She had had enough messing with her pants all day, and decided to just give in. When the bus stopped, she just stepped out of her pajama bottoms and got off the bus, naked. I bent over to pick them up, oblivious to the fact that my asshole was totally on display to the whole rest of the bus. I picked them up and ran after her. "Here are your pajama bottoms!" I said.

"Shhh!" she whispered. "Don't draw attention to me." She didn't want to put them on again, she was so fed up.

"But you can't just go naked," I said.

"Watch me," she replied, and stalked off.

"But you have more classes. Here, put them on."

"Do you have any idea what it's like?" she asked. "First of all, being topless is bad enough. All eyes watch my boobs every time I move. Then, in my biology class, the teacher makes a point of calling on me every pajama day, and making me come to the front of the class and demonstrate things."

"Demonstrate things?"

"Yes, it's horrible. Last time he made me demonstrate the parts of the breast, using myself as the model."

"That's not so bad, is it?"

"As I was explaining the areola and the nipples, I felt my pants sliding. He kept asking questions. I tried to stay still, but they kept sliding down. I bent over to pull them up when he stopped me. 'I'm not done with you yet,' he said. He didn't let me pull up my pants. The whole class watched as my pussy came into view, and..." She trailed off.

"And, what?"

"I can't say it."

"Sure you can. You can tell me anything."

"Look at my pussy. What do you notice?"

"It's a lovely pussy." I reached out and touched it. I noticed it was wet, but I didn't say anything. I didn't want to embarass her.

She whispered, "I'm excited. I just can't hide it."

I started singing, and she stopped me. "No, I mean it. Whenever I get even a little bit naked, my pussy just explodes with excitement. It's a real problem. So there I was in biology class, with the teacher not letting me pull up my pants, and my pussy practically exploding in front of everyone -- I couldn't even keep my legs together, it was so engorged."

"So what happened?"

"I came."

"You what?" I laughed, then stopped when I saw tears well up in her eyes. "I'm sorry." I lowered my voice. "You really came?"

"Yes, with my pants down around my ankles, and with the teacher holding my chin up to face the class, and telling me not to touch my pants, I just stood there with my legs apart, and came."

"Could people tell you were coming?"

"You know me. I'm not good at cumming quietly."

"Oh, no."

"Yes, it was pretty bad. Everyone cheered and clapped. I was humiliated. And the horrible thing is that the more humiliated I got, the more I came. I had a ten-minute orgasm!"

"Ten minutes!"

"Well, it felt that way, with everyone carrying on."

"Then what happened?"

"I just went back to my seat after I finished cumming."

"Did you at least pull up your pants first?"

"I don't even remember. It was horrible."

We walked in silence for a minute or two. Then I spoke. "And you're going back to that class, now?"

Quietly, she said, "yes."

"I'll sit with you, and keep you company."

Those were the words she was looking for. She put her arm around me, under my loose-fitting top, which made me notice it was still wide open in front. But I felt sorry for her, so I didn't close it. We both walked into that classroom, our pussies fully on display, and sat down. We put our hands in each other's laps, and stroked each other softly. The teacher didn't call on her at all, maybe because I was there. By the end of class, I had brought her to the brink of orgasm several times, and she had done the same for me. Actually, I came, but I'm good at cumming quietly. She managed to ease me out of my pajama top while we were in the classroom, and I didn't mind, because I wasn't alone in my nudity. Having me naked next to her in this public setting made her feel much better, I could tell. When the class was over, I picked up our pajamas, and carried them out. She needed me to be naked with her, so we rode the bus back in the nude. For me, it wasn't much of a stretch going from my pajama top to total nudity, because I always felt nude underneath it anyway. It was a good bonding evening for us.