Shyness 

Shyness

"Crysta, get some clothes on, we're going off campus for dinner!" Donna threw her books on her desk, and tossed her hair. She looked ravashing in a baby blue micro-minidress, her cute little cheeks visible beneath its scant hemline.

"Where are we going? Someplace fancy enough for my new blouse?" She held up a white silk blouse with pearl buttons..

"That's perfect! Put it on." As Crysta donned her new blouse, Donna explained the sudden dinner plans: "Karen wants to go downtown with us. She said she needs our help."

"Our help?" Crysta was intrigued. She undid the top button, and looked at herself in the mirror, moving from side to side.

"Yes, she said she wants help to get over her shyness."

Crysta undid one more button, letting her boobs tumble out of her shirt. "Oh, like you"

Donna blushed. She had made great progress toward overcoming her own shyness, but she knew she had much more to learn. A few months ago, she would have never dared to wear a microminidress, but here she was, wearing a dress that covered only half of her cute little butt. It was still hard for her to go out in public, and climb stairs knowing anyone who looks up at her butt will see her naked pussy. But she was doing it every day. And every day it got a bit easier than the day before. "Yes, like me," she said.

Crysta tucked her boobs into her shirt as best she could, and made for the door. "I'm ready to go," she said.

Donna gaped at her. She was about to say, Aren't you going to put something else on besides the blouse, but then she remembered who she was dealing with. Crysta had become much more brazen since coming to college. She liked to cover her boobs, but she has started to make a habit of leaving everything south of her navel au natural. But all she said was, "Let's stop by and get Karen now."

Karen's room was on the second floor. The door was closed. Donna was about to knock on it when it opened. Karen pushed her way past the girls. "Let's go now before I lose my nerve!" Donna could see why she might lose her nerve. She was wearing only a skimpy little pair of panties.

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"It's OK, Karen," Donna stroked her hair. "Relax. Everything will be ok. I'll help you." She couldn't help looking Karen up and down. She was gorgeous!

Karen took a deep breath, and walked with Crysta and Donna out of the dormatory, into the dusky evening light. She resisted the temptation to hide her sexy boobs. The girls helped make her feel at ease by stroking her naked body. Donna put a hand in Karen's panties, and gently rubbed her cute cheeks. Karen responded by putting her arms around her two friends. It was hard, but she pretended not to notice that Donna lowered her panties just a bit.

Crysta asked, "Where do you girls want to eat?"

Donna shrugged.

Karen spoke tentatively. "Maybe we could go to The Dungeon?"

Both girls looked at Karen's panties. Did Karen know about the bottomless salad bar at the Dungeon? That's the only reason girls go there -- it's the best salad bar in the whole city, but they have a crazy rule there -- all girls have to be bottomless to visit the salad bar. When they recovered from the shock of Karen's suggestion, both girls said, "Yeah, yeah, that's a good idea. Let's get the bus."

The campus bus went directly to College Avenue, a short block from the Dungeon. The bus came right away, but it was full. There were only two seats on opposite sides of the aisle, near the middle of the bus. Crysta volunteered to stand between the girls. Donna whispered to Karen, "Let's see if we can make her cum before we get there." Donna stroked Crysta's naked butt. This was a game Crysta knew well. She wasn't always successful resisting Donna, but she would try. She spread her legs apart, and waited patiently while Donna stroked between her legs, dipped her fingers in her moist pussy, and spread the slippery wetness between her cheeks and down her legs.

Karen watched this, smiling from ear to ear. Her nipples were hard as she joined in the fun, stroking Crysta's tender thighs. Crysta was a bit surprised to feel four gentle hands on her lower body, but she stood her ground. Was she breathing faster? It was hard to tell. As we rounded the last turn, Crysta did look a bit flushed. She unbuttoned the last button of her shirt, and let it open up. Crysta's nipples were as hard as the other girls'. Donna smiled when she saw Karen's panties were soaked. She rubbed Karen's wet pussy through her panties, and then Karen surprised her by kissing her as the bus lurched to a stop. It felt good. The girls got out, and started walking to the restaurant, Crysta in the middle. "You can stop fondling me now, girls. I came three times!"

"You did?!" Karen was amazed. Then she confided in a whisper to Donna, "I came, too!"

The girls entered the restaurant, where the hostess looked them over. The hostess wore a fitted t-shirt bearing the name of the restaurant. It covered her belly button, but stopped short of her shapely hips. She was completely shaven. "Follow me," she said, as she took the girls down the stairs to a big booth. They all sat together, Crysta against the wall, then Karen in the middle, then Donna. "Your waitress will be right with you," she said. The girls watched the hostess go back up the stairs before resuming their conversation.

"No menus?" said Karen.

Crysta and Donna looked at each other. "Didn't you want the salad bar?" Donna asked.

"Oh, sure," said Karen, just as the waitress showed up, wearing a skin-tight top, high heel shoes, and nothing else.

"We'll all be getting the salad bar," said Karen.

The waitress did a double-take. "I'll take your panties when you're ready," she said. Then she left.

"My panties?" Karen asked, crossing her legs.

Donna and Crysta looked at each other again. Crysta explained, "Yes, Karen. When you're ready, you should hand your panties to the waitress."

"You're kidding, right?" Karen said.

Donna gave it a try: "The bottomless salad bar is a play on words: it's bottomless in the sense that you can keep getting seconds, and it's bottomless in the sense that girls who get salad have to have bare bottoms."

Karen gulped. "Are you going to take off your dress, then, Donna?"

Donna laughed. "No, a micro-minidress is bottomless enough for this place." She put her hand on Karen's pussy, and patted it gently through her panties.

Karen couldn't believe this. She mustered all the courage she could to wear just panties in public. She thought it was plenty corageous of her to parade her boobs in public. She wanted to leave, and go to a different restaurant, but then she would seem like a wimp to her friends. As Karen became aware of Donna's touch, she returned the gesture, stroking the soft space between Donna's lips. Donna lifted her dress a bit, so Karen's hand could rest more comfortably on Donna's lap. "Should I go to the ladies' room to take off my panties?" she asked, looking back and forth at her two friends.

Donna put her arms around Karen and spoke softly into her ear. "Sometimes it's a lot easier to take off your panties while you're seated," she said. "Let me help you." She started lowering Karen's panties, pushing them down off her hips.

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Karen took the hint, and coyly sat back in her seat, and slid the panties down her long legs. "Do I have to give them to the waitress? Can't I just keep them next to me?"

"That would be cheating," Crysta said.

"You would be tempted to put them on again," Donna added.

"But..." Karen blushed. "they're wet."

The girls laughed, and stroked Karen's naked thighs. "It's OK, Karen, lots of girls cream in their panties," said Crysta.

As Karen was enjoying the fondling from her two friends, the waitress showed up. She gave her the soaking panties, and relaxed, letting her legs part slightly. "Let's get our salad," she said.

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Comment I'm a waitress at the Dungeon. Girls come in all the time wearing all kinds of clothes. I think, like Karen, they come in not knowing they'll have to get bottomless. Sometimes, when I ask for her bottoms, a girl will ask if it's OK to take off her top instead. We're told to always say "yes", and take whatever clothing they hand us. At first, I felt bad for girls who thought they would be allowed to keep their pants on. They would sit with their friends for a long time, just eating bread, and looking a bit uncomfortable with so many boys just looking at her tits. Some girls are really cute, especially if they're not used to being topless in public. They don't know where to put their hands, When it's slow, I sometimes count how often they check their nipples. What are they checking for? Hardness? It's so funny. Then, after I've let the poor girl stew for a while, I'll ask her if she's ready for some salad. Some girls gulp at this point, because they've finally figured out that they need to be bottomless, which, since they've already given up their tops means naked. Other girls are so naive, they say "sure!". Then I try to be as gentle, but businesslike, as I can. I simply ask them for their pants. Some girls ask me if they can keep their panties on. Again, we're told we have to say anything necessary to get the girls out of their clothes, so I lie and tell them they can keep their panties on. All clothes go straight into the incinerator. No exceptions. We're running a restaurant, you understand, and our board of health rating is important to us. After I've disposed of all her clothing but her panties, some girls are so shy they can't go through with it. One very pretty girl was crying, and begging for her clothes back. She had beautiful long blond hair that curled around her tits, which shook as she sobbed. Her girlfriends consoled her as best they could, and when that didn't work, they did something really sweet. They gave up their own clothing so they would all be naked together. But the crying girl still didn't want to give up her panties. Every time one of her friends would ease them off her cute little rump, she would pull them back up again. Finally, I couldn't take it any more. I felt so sorry for the girl. I told her I would help her. She was so grateful, she got up and hugged me. I led her to the brick wall behind the salad bar, and asked her to put her hands through the silk loops attached to the end of a rope. "What is this?" she asked. I asked her if she wanted my help or not. She said she did, so I told her as kindly as possible to stop asking questions, and just do what I told her, and I would help her. Reluctently, she slipped her hands through the loops, and then I hoisted the rope, pulling her hands over her head. Girls always look their best this way, stretched out, standing on their tippy toes. Her tits still looked nice and big. "Let me arrange your hair a bit better," I offered. She stopped struggling while I smoothed her curls over her tits, hiding them to some extent. Then, as I spoke to her in a soothing voice, I ran my fingers over her skin. "I know you're shy, and you aren't able to take off your own panties." I slipped my hand in her panties and rubbed her tight little butt as I continued. "So I'm going to ring this bell." She whipped around to see a bell on the wall. "Wait!" she cried. "I'll take off my own panties now." "Too late for that," I said. The other customers will help you. I hate doing this, because I know how embarrassing it is for girls who can't even take off their own panties, but I rang the bell, and turned a bright light on the powerless girl. At once, a whole bunch of people got up -- both girls and boys -- and mobbed the girl. It must have felt like a hundred slimy hands pawing her. Some of them tugged on her panties, pulling them down a fraction of an inch at a time. She desperately wanted to use her hands to try to rescue what little modesty she had left, to no avail. With every struggle, the silk ties got tighter. After a few minutes, her panties were down to her thighs. The regulars all know not to strip a girl too fast, because as soon as she's naked, she is released. Some girls get excited when they're tied up and stripped, and this poor girl was one of those. Her pussy was open like a bright pink flower. With all the fingers on her tits, stroking her belly, plunging into her butt crack, smoothing her thighs, it's no wonder she came -- not just once, but several times-- before her panties finally hit the ground. I scooped up the panties, and rang the bell again to end the festivities. The girl looked exhausted as I released her to join her naked friends. I gave them some time, watching as they hugged each other. It was a relief, more than anything, that the girl was finally free of her panties, and the four pretty girls could be equally naked together. I went over to their table as if nothing had happened, and gave them their salad plates. Does that answer your question? Love, Mandy.

Tue Jul 11, 2006 11:07 am MST by Mandy

Comment I've always wondered how this tale end. Does Karen ever get her panties back from th waitress? Or does the place hand the panties from the rafters? Inquirying minds want to know?

Mon Jul 10, 2006 11:39 pm MST by Anonymous

Comment Are there girls in NYC who wear microdresses? That is to say, with the hemline above the lower edge of the buttocks?

Wed Jun 21, 2006 5:57 pm MST by Anonymous

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