Erica and the Carwash

 

by AMERICAN COWBOY

 

I woke up on Saturday morning feeling bored. It was going to be a lazy
weekend, with the promise of nothing much to do. My parents were away
until Monday, and I would have the house all to myself. But I really had
no plans and wasn’t up for any strenuous activity. I flopped myself on
my bed and started surfing through the TV channels.

 

My nightwear consisted of a long orange and white T-shirt that came to
just above my knees; my panties of course underneath; and a pair of
comfy ankle socks. With the sun creeping through the bedroom window, I
distractedly flipped across the stations using the remote clicker. There
was nothing good on television, nothing entertaining. I maneuvered
myself into different positions, alternating lying on my tummy or my
back, and every which way in between. At one point, as I rest my head on
the pillows, I stretched a limber leg to the ceiling. In my left hand, I
continued to click the Channel Next button, oblivious to the images
scrawling across the television screen. My right hand fingers, however,
reached up idly and began tugging on the toe of my sock. As if surprised
by this casual action, I watched as the snug fabric came peeling off,
mesmerized by my pretty little toes coming into view.

 

I giggled to myself, at the thought of this action seeming infinitely
more captivating than anything else in the world. I gently rubbed my
bare calf, and it felt good. Soon the remote control was lost in the
sheets, and I had my other sock off in no time. I lay back in the
softness of the bed and lifted my legs, watching my feet play in the
sunlight. A warm, yummy feeling crept into my stomach.

 

And then, a wicked thought entered my mind… I should lose the panties.
Now I should say, in spite of previous stories and accidents and
mishaps, I really am not one to go running about the house unclothed.
I’m really quite bashful and modest. But, hey, I would still be wearing
my long T-shirt. This was becoming like a game, daring myself how far I
should go. I mean, I could just get dressed and forget about the whole
thing, but then again, there was nothing to do anyway. I was certainly
not in a hurry to get dressed.

 

I slid my legs off the bed and rose to my feet with a yawn. It did look
like it was going to be a beautiful day, I noted, casting a glance
outside the window. The shirt, over-sized and loose, slipped a little,
revealing a bare shoulder. I paid no mind, slowly making my way out of
the room and down the hallway. It was when I entered the kitchen and
felt the tiles on my bare feet that I truly woke up. Such a pleasant,
but uncommon feeling, as I usually sleep in my socks. Now I wiggled my
toes appreciatively, delighting in the coolness.

 

I had to do it! I had to take off my panties and experience the thrill
of being so nearly naked. Casually, I sauntered up to the laundry
hamper, pausing to savor the anticipation. This was a perfectly normal
activity, wasn’t it? Just going to remove my underwear for a cleaning.
Nothing wrong with that, I tried to convince myself, nothing deliciously
sexy… I could feel my heart beating faster. When I slipped a hand
beneath the T-shirt, I took a moment to rub circles around my
bellybutton. If I kept this up, I was going to soil my undies, and then
they would really need a washing! Hooking a thumb in the waistband, I
slowly pulled downward and felt the fabric moving over my hips.

 

I could tell that part of me was still a little indecisive as I bit my
lip. Yes, I was secure in the knowledge that I was home, completely
alone. But this was getting hot, and I had no idea where it would lead.
So before I could have second thoughts, I reached beneath the shirt with
my other hand and proceeded to roll the panties all the way down the
rest of my legs. I stepped out of them in one motion, picked them up and
unceremoniously dropped them in the laundry basket. Now I was wearing
only my knee-length T-shirt. I think I’m starting to like the idea of
only one article of clothing covering me…

 

Then I heard a car or something pull up in front of the house! I dashed
into the living room, and cautiously peered out the window. There, at
the foot of the driveway, was the box-shaped truck of the mailman. Right
on time, coming to deliver the morning post. Knowing that he would leave
our letters and bills and such in the bin on the outside of the front
door, I suddenly had a mischievous thought.

 

Moving into the entry hallway, I stood just a few feet behind the front
door that was shut fast. I could picture Mr. Speedy making his way up
the driveway, unsuspecting in going about his duty. Even now, I heard
his plodding footsteps on the driveway. If only he knew that behind this
locked door was a seventeen-year-old girl dressed only in a T-shirt! Or
was she…

 

A truly naughty thought entered my overactive, overheated mind. There
was no one else home, and a solid locked front door was between me and
the mailman. Why not remove the shirt?

 

Oh… this was so hot! I had to do it.

 

I don’t know why, maybe out of habit, I turned my head around quickly to
make sure no one was looking. Of course, I was all alone, and so I
tensely gripped the bottom of my T-shirt in both hands. Deep breath, and
then started to raise my arms… my naked thighs coming into view, next my
bare pussy… oh, Hell, once my stomach was exposed, I tore the shirt the
rest of the way off my head and tossed it down the hall.

 

I was naked, completely nude, and the mailman was approaching the
doorstep this very moment! Clutching my tits in my hands, I could feel
how long and hard the nipples were. I know I was wet down there, and I
nearly stuck a finger inside my slit to test the waters. But I couldn’t
bring myself to have an orgasm so close to my front door… Mr. Speedy
might hear! Instead I slowly turned around, thinking that if his vision
could only penetrate the solid wood, he would have an unobstructed view
of my bare ass.

 

Turning my head to the side, I caught my reflection in the hallway
mirror. There I was, totally undressed. Every inch of flesh exposed,
from my perky pink breasts down to the hairless crotch now glistening.
If I parted my legs just a little, I could just make out my extended
clitoris emerging. Maintaining this position, I slapped my hands on my
butt cheeks and slightly spread them. Oh what a view the mailman could
be enjoying! I wondered what it would feel like to be taken from behind…

 

Then I heard the doorbell ring! Why did he just ring the doorbell? He is
supposed to just drop off the mail and leave, and I’m standing here
completely naked and horny! Then there was a tap at the door. That did
it… I had to find my shirt, quick. Still nude, I ran down the hall, and
then blindly into the living room before remembering that I had only
thrown my T-shirt on the floor of the hallway. I retraced my steps and
found the lone article of clothing, and pulled it over my head, covering
my hot skin. I hoped I didn’t smell too musky.

 

At another knock on the front door, I reached out and turned the knob,
opening it easily. Oh my gosh, I forgot to lock the door last night! He
could have opened it at anytime, and would have walked right in… to find
me displaying myself without a stitch! The mailman would have seen my
little tits, my bare behind, my shaved…

 

“Hello, Erica,” Mr. Speedy said pleasantly. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

 

“Um, yeah,” I replied nervously. “I just got out of bed; it’s Saturday,
you know.”

 

He chuckled back, “Well, of course it is. And I’m sorry to have
disturbed you, Miss. But one of these letters was sent requesting a
signature. I’m afraid I needed to ask someone to sign for it.”

 

I shook my head, saying it was no bother, although now I just wanted him
away from my home. I signed one of those stupid little green cards and
handed it back to Mr. Speedy in return for the morning’s mail. He tipped
his cap politely.

 

“Now get on back to bed, Miss. Hope you don’t have trouble falling back
to sleep.”

 

Smiling weakly, I closed the door shut as he headed back to his truck.
This time, I made sure to turn the latch and lock the door. The problem
was, there was no way now I was going to get any rest, as turned on as I
was!

 

My fingers fidgeted with the hem of the T-shirt. Maybe I should just get
some breakfast. But I wasn’t feeling hungry. I didn’t know what to do
with myself. I started to wander around aimlessly, eventually making my
way back into the living room. Earlier, I had been running back and
forth, but now I had time to exhilarate in the feeling of the carpet on
the soles of my bare feet. The shirt was feeling awfully uncomfortable
again. I did a quick surveillance out the window… yes, it was still
looking like a beautiful day, and quiet, too.

 

I pretended to act calmly, as though it was not me that was doing these
things. They weren’t my arms reaching over my head to grab the fabric at
my back. Not my hands clutching the material and pulling it off my body
and across my neck. Those had to be someone else’s fingers curling up
the shirt, dropping it on the coffee table. I think I secretly wished it
was somebody stripping me against my will. But the end result was the
same. There I stood in the center of the room, once again, fully nude.

 

I took some delicious deep breaths, letting my skin breath. I strolled
over to the sofa and sat down, ever so conscious of the upholstery on my
nakedness. Spreading my legs wide open, I let my steaming pussy breathe.
This felt so good! I grabbed one of the small throw pillows on the
couch, velvety soft, and began to caress my body with it. My nipples
came alive, electric from the touch. I moaned, I whimpered… I needed
something to make me cum. Sliding off the sofa, my ass made contact with
the carpet and my hip bucked upward. Oh, oh… here comes the first wave!

 

I placed the pillow between my legs, and began rubbing my pink parts
sensuously. Oh, oh… this felt really good! I flopped over on my tummy,
careful to keep my soft companion snugly locked inside my thighs. My
pussy rested squarely in the middle of the pillow as I now rubbed back
and forth, up and down, gyrating in a sexual rhythm. The frayed edges
tickled my clit.

 

“Fuck!” I shouted as I humped the throw-pillow, my juices flowing, and
came with one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced.  A few
more convulsions of sheer pleasure, and it was over. Breathing heavily,
I rolled onto my back, letting the pillow rest on my belly. Sunlight
streaming through the window danced across my exposed body. A guilty
grin lit my face.

 

And then there was the ringing of the telephone.

 

That startled me to a sitting position. Who would be calling at this
hour of the morning? At the second ring, I climbed to my feet, still
holding the pillow against me as though it were my only covering. I made
my way back to the kitchen on shaking legs, and picked up the phone.

 

“Erica?”

 

It was my friend Alicia on the other end. Dazed, I mumbled back, “Hello?”

 

“Erica, you haven’t forgotten about today, have you? You haven’t
forgotten about the school carwash fundraiser? You were supposed to meet
me here fifteen minutes ago! Did you just wake up… what are you wearing?”

 

“A pillow,” I replied truthfully. I don’t know if Alicia thought I was
serious or kidding, or still half asleep.

 

“Oh, perfect. Well hurry up and get your ass down here! If you bail out
on me, Erica, I’ll be very upset.”

 

“OK, don’t worry,” I said, now feeling a little more guilty. “I’ll be
over to the school right away.”

 

Even as we hung up, I could tell Alicia was pissed. I distractedly
tossed the pillow onto the kitchen table, then hurried off to the
bathroom. Definitely needed to take a quick shower before going
anywhere. The hot water felt good on my skin, and I had to fight the
urge to play with myself. OK, maybe I pinched a nipple just once. But I
knew I was late and didn’t have time to spare. I can’t believe I had
forgotten about the carwash! I quickly toweled off, then dashed down the
hallway.

 

It felt really nice out as soon as I stepped outside and closed the door
behind me. The smell of freshly cut grass was wonderful, the fresh air
was invigorating. A sprinkler sounded in the distance. I looked down,
and almost fainted… oh my gosh, I was still naked! I had just walked out
the front of my house naked! I covered my tits with one arm and placed
the other hand in front of my pussy as I gazed down the driveway and
across the front lawn. Was anyone else outside? Was anyone else looking?
Here I was, a nude young girl on her doorstep, displayed for the entire
neighborhood. I was mortified, but damn, I wanted to be seen! A car sped
down the otherwise deserted street, but I’m not sure if they caught a
view of me. I turned around and opened the door. Thank goodness I hadn’t
locked myself out… I think I would have had another orgasm right on the
spot! I ducked inside to get dressed.

 

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I arrived at the school, the site of our weekend carwash, in a cute pink
and white short-sleeved shirt, jeans that I had rolled at the cuffs up
to my calves, and of course my sneakers and socks. Thinking I must look
a little flustered, but none the worse for wear, I ran forward to greet
my friends

 

“Well here she is at last,” Alicia announced. She was sporting cut-off
denim shorts and a T-shirt tied at her midriff, and she shook her head
disapprovingly as she eyed me up and down. “Little Miss Sleep-in-late
and Skip out on the Fundraiser!”

 

“Yeah, sorry about that,” I mumbled an apology. For some reason, I was
suddenly very embarrassed, thinking about what I had been doing this
morning. My cheeks burned. “I guess I lost track of the time.”

 

Carrie, who was also wearing shorts and a bikini top, stepped over and
stroked the side of my flushed face. “Yes, Erica, you really need to
learn to be more reliable. Your friends count on you…”

 

“I know… I’m really sorry. How’s business been so far?”

 

“Shitty,” Alicia answered. “I don’t know what’s wrong with these people,
but it looks like we could use a little advertising.”

 

Just then, blonde-headed Lisa loomed suddenly before the group. She was
looking hot in her black sports bra and mini-skirt. She didn’t appear to
be dressed to help out at the carwash. While Alicia and Carrie were
dripping water from their arms and stomachs, mingled with soapsuds
running down their legs, Lisa certainly appeared to be quite dry. Her
hair was perfect.

“I think little Erica needs to be punished.”

 

Oh, I hated it when she called me Little Erica. It made me feel like a
child, like I was the youngest in the group, even though we were all the
same age. I thought maybe I should run, but a part of me was curious to
find out what humiliation I might be sentenced to.

 

“What do you have in mind,” Carrie asked, reading my unspoken thoughts,
and her eyes gleaming.

 

Lisa tugged on her lip for a moment, giving the impression that she was
weighing some deep matter of profound importance to be considered. When
she finally responded, she spoke with a harsh decisiveness that sent a
chill down my spine and a flutter of excitement in my tummy.

 

“Well… Alicia did mention that we are desperate for better advertising.
Frankly, I just don’t think that poster we have in the front of the
school entrance is cutting it. I think we need a body to parade up and
down the street, drawing attention to our fundraiser. Erica, you are
going to wear that poster…”

 

I gulped, nervous and afraid. That request didn’t sound too bad, but it
would still be pretty humiliating. Then Lisa grabbed my arm and started
to pull me toward the front of the school.

 

“Come on, little girl, we need to get that thing on you.”

 

The four of us went together, with Lisa making the point to lead me
through the soapy puddles that had formed from the few cars washed
earlier in the day. By the time we made it to the front of the building,
my shoes were drenched. Distracted, I squished my toes inside their
soggy socks, and didn’t notice Alicia taking down the two large poster
boards that were used to promote the time and date of the carwash. They
also had the name of our high school in big, bold letters. Only when I
looked up did I hear Carrie tearing off two pieces of duct tape, that
she then fixed on the top of the signs, connecting the two.

 

“Here, Erica, let me and Alicia put this over your head” Carrie
suggested helpfully. I just stood there dumbly, and allowed the
cardboard to be placed in front and behind me. The duct tape straps
rested easily on my shoulders. I could tell Lisa found the whole sight
amusing as she stifled her laughter. God, this was embarrassing.

 

Pitifully I turned toward Lisa, feeling I needed her permission and
asked, “Can I take off my shoes and socks?”

 

“Suit yourself,” she shrugged.

 

Good, because there was no way I was going to march up and down the
street, squishing in my saturated sneakers! Unfortunately, I found that
I had lost a considerable amount of maneuverability with the posters
draped over me. I was about to attempt to remove the signs, when both
Alicia and Carrie knelt down at my feet and undid the laces. With those
off, I lifted one leg at a time to allow them to each peel off the wet,
clingy fabric. So there I stood on the school property… barefoot and the
poster board effectively covering me from the top of my chest to my
knees. The jeans I was wearing could of course be seen underneath.

 

“All right,” Lisa snapped her fingers, “Let’s get you to work. You’re
going to walk the sidewalk in front of the school, both directions.
Don’t move too fast, and make sure the oncoming traffic gets a good look
at the signs. We need to bring in more customers, so don’t disappoint me!”

 

I swallowed a lump in my throat and nodded. I could have sworn she
muttered “or else” under her breath. But I didn’t want to try her
patience, lest things get worse. So I quickly did as I was told, and
moved onto the sidewalk.

 

The streets were pretty quiet for a Saturday, which probably had more to
do with the lack of cars pulling into the school fundraiser. Still, cars
did pass as I moved my feet cautiously over the pavement. One person
honked, but did not turn into the school parking lot. I have to admit, I
felt ridiculous wearing these signs as though I was looking for a
handout or something! But the warm concrete did feel nice on my bare
soles. Pleasantly, I made my way down to one side of the street, the
edge of the school property, then I made an about face and began the
walk back. Again, there was a honk, but no interested customers. When I
returned to where Lisa and the girls were waiting, she had a dark frown
on her face.

 

“This isn’t working,” she declared. “You must be doing it wrong!”

 

“What… what else am I supposed to do?” The very notion that there was
more skill required to this struck me as very odd. Maybe I was hurt that
I had let down my friends, or I had displeased the overbearing Lisa.
Maybe I was secretly craving the reprimand.

 

Alicia spun me around. “Look at us, Erica. We’re all dressed in hot
little outfits. Your jeans are just wrong with that sign!”

 

“I can try to roll them up more,” I offered weakly.

 

“What, is there a flood?” Carrie chided. “No, silly girl, you have to
take them off.”

 

“Here?” I was beginning to panic, as I felt helpless and outnumbered.
“We are right outside the school! I can’t take off my pants in public!”

 

“Sure you can,” Alicia cooed. “You have these signs covering your back
and front. No one will see. Besides, you owe us for not showing up on time.”

 

Lisa moved in close and tapped the front of the poster board. “That’s
right, Erica. You’re already in trouble. Now take off your pants.”

 

Even as she commanded me, my fingers were fidgeting with the button
beneath the cardboard. I could refuse, couldn’t I? I mean, this whole
fundraiser was supposed to be voluntary. But if I backed out now; well,
I didn’t know what would happen. It must have come as a shock to the
girls, when just like that, the fabric of my jeans fell to the ground.

 

Carrie was soon in a crouching position to retrieve this article of
clothing. She pulled them off my ankles and feet with little difficulty,
but paused to run a hand down my bare leg.

 

“Nice shave, Erica… smooth!”

 

“Th-thanks,” I stammered, as I was beginning to feel a little turned-on.
I mean, I was standing out in the open, on school property, wearing just
a shirt and pair of panties… and two slabs of cardboard.

 

Lisa circled around me once, then stopped to stand at my side. She
reached through the posters, and tugged on the fabric of my shirt. “You
know, Alicia, I still think you can see some of this material over the
top of the sign.”

 

“I do believe you’re right, Lisa. And it’s very unattractive. Maybe we
should make her take it off.”

 

My eyes went wide with fear. “You can’t… I can’t take off my shirt!”

 

“Excuse me,” Lisa said with a glare. “I don’t think you are in a
position to tell us what we can or cannot do. After all, Erica, you were
the one who was late this morning. You should be grateful for the
opportunity to help the school!”

 

Carrie snickered at that last remark. “Since when did you give a damn
about our school?”

 

“Oh, shut-up.” Lisa snapped. Then she turned her attention back toward
me. “All right, let’s get the sign off you for a moment…”

 

“But Lisa,” I protested, “I’m only wearing my underwear!”

 

Alicia, my friend, piped in with her usual perceptiveness. “Well, that’s
your own fault for not wearing sensible shorts today. Anyway, it doesn’t
matter; this is a carwash… they will look like bikini bottoms.”

 

“Just like at the water park…” I said with a shudder.

 

“Yes, just like the water park!” Alicia clapped her hands
enthusiastically, and then proceeded to remove the cardboard posters.

Carrie pointed and laughed, “Oh, look how cute she is in her white panties!”

 

“Well, let’s make it so those are all she has on,” Lisa demanded.

 

“Please let me keep my shirt… I’ll be putting the sign right back over
me, so I don’t see why it matters.”

 

Lisa remained unconvinced. “That’s right, it doesn’t matter. So quit
wasting time, standing around in your little underwear, and take off
your shirt. Because if I have to do it, I might rip the fabric… and I
won’t stop there!”

 

“But… but…” I stammered. I couldn’t bring myself to speak another word.
I couldn’t say why I was so reluctant to take off my shirt. So I decided
to show them. Besides, what choice did I have? Looking around to make
sure we weren’t drawing any spectators…Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m
standing in front of the school in broad daylight, in just a pair of
panties… well, I would be in a second.

 

“Oh, that’s right, she doesn’t often wear a bra!” Alicia exclaimed as I
pulled the shirt over my head and handed it to Carrie. She took the
opportunity to flick my exposed nipples with her finger.

 

“Pretty daring to be running around topless,” she chuckled, “with those
tiny titties. But your nips are so fun to play with, I’ll give you that!”

 

I can’t believe she just said that! What was I, their plaything for
their amusement? Still, my erect nipples were sticking out a full inch,
hard and aching. “Can I… can I put the sign back on? Someone… someone
might see me!”

 

“OK, don’t get all embarrassed,” Alicia said in consoling tones. She
lifted the two boards and draped them over my head, the straps now
resting on my bare shoulders. I was acutely aware of the cardboard
brushing my bare back, grazing my sensitive nipples in front.

 

I looked down at my legs and toes, stretched my arms out to either side.
From what wasn’t concealed beneath the sign, every inch of skin was
exposed.

 

“Oh no,” I cried, “I look like I’m naked!”

 

Lisa was again rubbing her chin in thought. “An interesting proposition,
Erica. I’ll tell you what. You are long overdue to hit the pavement
again. You are going to walk the street in that get-up just like before.
But this time, if you don’t bring us in one customer, we are going to
take your panties too!”

 

“Oh my!” I squealed, frightened by the very notion, but suddenly my
panties felt very damp. Lisa gave me a shove in the back, and then there
I was, headed back down the sidewalk that crossed in front of our school.

 

I wasn’t sure which way I should turn. If I walked straight ahead, my
sides would be totally exposed. Passing cars could see my nude legs and
the side of my breast. But if I faced the road, then I guess oncoming
traffic would get the same view. Plus, that would require me to walk by
sidestepping, and that was just too awkward. So I resigned myself to
marching down the street as I had done before, one bare foot in front of
the other. There was a lot more honking of horns this time, let me tell you!

  

But no one was turning into the school parking lot! I didn’t understand
it. Surely there were people who needed their car washed. It was a nice
sunny day, and you couldn’t beat the five dollars we were advertising
for a donation. Maybe people were just too busy to stop. I had made it
all the way to the end of the curb that marked the edge of school
property. Now I faced the daunting task of walking back… and if I didn’t
bring in a single customer, Lisa was going to strip me of my panties!

 

I took my steps slowly, partly because I wasn’t wearing any shoes or
socks, and also so I could delay the inevitable. Then, halfway down my
approach to the school, a gray Mitsubishi that had come from behind me
pulled into the school entrance! Now I was really excited, that I was
able to prove Lisa wrong! I quickened my pace to hurry down the
sidewalk. It didn’t occur to me that I should be a little less
enthusiastic, since I was still only dressed in my underwear and two
slabs of cardboard, and nothing else.

 

Slowing my steps before I walked onto the asphalt, I was dismayed to
suddenly see the gray car turning around. The driver must have just
pulled in to make a U-turn! I watched as he drove onto the opposite side
of the street, heading back the way he had come. Damn, that was my only
chance! And now the three girls were moving toward me.

 

“Pretty disappointing, Erica,” Lisa remarked.

 

I thought about running, but it would be useless. There was no place to
escape. Alicia and Carrie took me by the arms, and led me back closer to
the school building.

 

“A deal’s a deal” Alicia said. “Let’s shed those undies…”

 

“I… I don’t think I can… I mean, it’s hard to move my arms beneath these
posters. Please don’t make me take off the sign first!”

 

But Carrie came to my rescue, it would seem, as she knelt down and stuck
her head under the front sheet of cardboard. I felt her hands grip the
sides of my panties and begin to pull downward. Looking straight ahead,
I tried not to think how in a few seconds, she would be eyelevel with my
pussy. She tugged my underwear all the way down my legs, and of course
when they reached my ankles, I obliged by stepping out of them. I
expected Carrie to then stand up, waving around her trophy, the last
shred of my clothing. But first she did something that nearly took my
breath away.

 

She stuck a finger in my bare slit! I gasped, it felt good… and then
just as quickly, Carrie was standing before us, smiling.

 

“I’d say Erica is ready to go.”

 

Ready to cum is more like it! Here I was, in the middle of the day,
standing before our school… naked underneath the signs used to promote
the carwash fundraiser! I had never been so embarrassed, or so
turned-on. I didn’t know what was going to happen next.

 

Lisa moved close to me and lightly tapped the front of the poster board,
running her finger along the edge. It only served to emphasize how nude
and vulnerable I was. Especially how nude… I felt my ass cheeks rub
against the cardboard.

 

“Well, Erica, it looks like you have two choices. You can hit the street
one more time, with only these signs for covering. But if you don’t
bring us a customer… I guess the signs are no good anyway, and you’ll
have to loose them!

 

“Or, if you prefer, since you haven’t done any real work today… you can
wash my car, which I pulled around to the back lot. It will be a sort of
private carwash. What do you say?”

 

I bit my lip as I considered these options. Beneath the front poster, I
hid my arms from view and started rubbing my stomach. I didn’t mean to,
but one of my hands reached lower and caressed my hairless vulva. Oh… I
couldn’t go back out on the street like this! I mean, walking down the
sidewalk so completely naked except for two pieces of cardboard! I might
have an orgasm right on the side of the road. And then, what if I failed
to attract any customers? Lisa would probably run out and rip the signs
off my body. My naked body… and everyone would see all of me!

 

“I… I’ll wash your car…”

 

I could see some of the girls were disappointed. But Lisa only answered,
“All right, but you had better do a good job. Come on, we can cut
through the school… it’s open for us.”

 

“But wait,” I made a desperate plea to put an end to this torture.
“Can’t I have my clothes back?”

 

“Why?” Lisa scoffed, already pulling me toward the doors. “You’re only
going to get wet…”

 

“I’d say she is pretty wet right now,” Carrie chimed in and licked her
finger.

 

Before I knew it, we were all in the long hallway that bisected the
school. Following this corridor would lead to another set of double
doors that opened out onto the back lot, the track circle and sports
fields beyond. Hearing my bare feet slap across the tiles made me
thankful that it appeared the rest of the building was deserted. Some
small part of me had the urge to tear off these confining signs, and
streak the hallway. When would I ever have another chance like this?
Well, maybe if I was alone. As it was, the three girls continued to
escort me toward my final task. Every now and then, Alicia and Carrie to
either side of me, would reach beneath the posters and tickle my ribs.
At least they kept their fingers off my naughty parts…

 

We exited the other side of the school in bright sunlight. I had to
shade my eyes from the glare. But Lisa, always a step ahead of the game,
already had on her sunglasses. She quickly grabbed my shoulders and
directed me to the side of the building where her midnight blue
Volkswagen Beetle was parked. There was a hose on the ground streaming
water, a bucket nearby with soap and towels and sponges.

 

“All right, Erica, you can take off those signs now.”

 

“But Lisa! I don’t have any clothes on underneath these signs!”

 

Alicia only chuckled as she took one side of the posters. “Well, you
can’t very well wash a car wearing these! Carrie… give me hand, please.”

 

Carrie all too happily grabbed the other edge of cardboard, and together
they started to lift. In the process, she remarked, “Besides, it’s just
us girls. Not like we’re seeing anything we haven’t seen before!”

 

And just like that, the posters were over my head, discarded on the ground.

 

For a second, it actually felt good to have their weight off my body.
But then it hit me in a wave of fear and excitement. I was bare-assed
nude outside, in broad daylight, on public property! First I covered my
breasts with both hands… then I placed a quivering palm over my little
pussy. This was Saturday. If it were Monday, at this exact same time in
this exact same place, I would be in Gym class… the whole class would
see me naked! I wondered if they would find out; I wondered if the musk
from my horniness would linger over the weekend…

 

“Enough daydreaming,” Erica slapped my bare butt. “Grab the hose, and
get to work!”

 

That simple direction got me moving, although I was moving barefoot over
the mix of gravel and blacktop, on trembling legs as I felt cool air on
my exposed privates. I bent down, spread over the hose on the ground,
realizing that my lower lips were clearly visible from behind. Pulling
the hose up, it grazed the inside of my thigh, and further… brushed my
labia now engorged. I nearly came right there.

 

But I wasn’t ready to give in; not yet. Turning the nozzle fully open, I
let loose a stream of cold water and started rinsing down Lisa’s car.
Such a normal, pleasant Saturday afternoon activity… except for the fact
I was totally nude in the back of my school! I turned the hose a little
on myself, to see if it would help cool me down. It didn’t.   

 

Now that I was wet from my bare tits and stomach below, my shaved pussy
really glistened, the water mingling with my own natural juices. I
dropped the hose and picked up a nice soapy sponge. Starting from the
side of the car, I began to rub circles over the door panel. When I
cleaned off the window, I could now see my reflection in the glass.
There I was, my naked form staring back at me… nipples oh so hard. I
took a step back to view more of myself, and saw that my clitoris was
poking out. Oh, this was so embarrassing!

 

When I squatted down to wipe the tires clean, I heard whistles behind
me. I know this must have been a cute position, with the curves of my
ass fully on display. Nevertheless, I managed to focus on my work,
moving on to the next tire…pausing to squeeze out the sponge…using the
hose to rinse off the dirty water. I was feeling really slippery,
though, and every now and then when I had my back toward the group, I
would slip a finger into my slit! I hoped they didn’t hear me moan over
the sound of running water.

 

This continued as I made my way around the car and prepared to wash the
back window. I’m not that tall, so I had to stretch all the way up on my
bare toes in order to reach the top of the window and roof. With towels
now in both hands, I pressed myself against the rear of the Volkswagen.
My breasts were flat against the glass as I rubbed lewd circles through
the soap. At one point, my pussy made contact with the metal of the
Volkswagen symbol, and I started grinding my body against the hard
chrome steel. This felt so wrong, but it also felt so good!

 

So I worked my way to the other side of the Beetle, so hot and so
turned-on, I felt I would explode. I was overcome with the crazy impulse
to lather up my ass real good, and I used my bare butt to rub down the
passenger door. Of course, from this side of the car, I was only facing
the brick wall of the school building. If I had thought of this earlier
and done the same routine, my admirers would have been treated to a full
frontal show. But now I had reached such a level of excitement, I
couldn’t stop myself and I couldn’t resist the temptation of greater
exposure.

 

Finally the only thing left to wash was the front of Lisa’s car. I knew
every eye was on my backside and parted legs as I cleaned the headlights
and rinsed down the hood. But now my friends were about to get a real
eyeful. Again, I reached into the bucket of water with the sponge and
proceeded to apply a generous helping of soapsuds to my butt. Carefully,
I climbed onto the hood of the car, scooting up until my back was
against the windshield. My eyes were closed, as I licked my lips, but I
could just picture the look on their faces. Tossing away the towels so
that it was only my body on the car, I started moving my ass all over
the wet surface.

 

Now I had to spread my legs much further apart for my feet to gain a
hold, and there was no denying that Alicia, Carrie, and Lisa would see
my gaping clean shaved pussy. It was so wet, and they would see my erect
clitoris… I had to reach down with a hand and tickle my button. Well,
that set me off at last! I slid a little, but still maintaining position
on the hood, my finger began rubbing my clit furiously. This was full
blown masturbation in public, I realized, and I used my other hand to
pinch, and pull, and rub my titties. I spread my legs wide open and
bucked my hips as I felt the orgasm building, growing stronger and
stronger. Oh my God, I suddenly thought… I’m going to cum on Lisa’s car!
Well there was nothing I could do to stop it now, I was so far over the
edge. If she didn’t want me to cream her nice shiny automobile, she’d
have to pry me off with her own hands. My hands were too busy teasing my
body and shamelessly playing with my pussy out in the open!

 

With a scream of ecstasy, I came… multiple times, feeling the juices
flow down my thighs. I convulsed breathlessly on the hood for some more
minutes it seemed, before sliding my feet to the ground. It was at the
sound of applause and whistling that I opened my eyes. The sound was
more than just three girls standing close at hand. I turned my head, and
was shocked to see a line of at least ten cars in the school’s back
parking lot… their occupants out of their vehicles and cheering my
performance!

 

What… was this? My mind raced as a flood of emotions poured through my
body: fear, humiliation, and utter arousal. Where did these people come
from? I was completely naked, and had just had a massive orgasm, in
front of what appeared to be at least twenty people! Then my darting
eyes caught those stupid poster signs lying on the ground. There was
writing on them, done in permanent marker, which was not there when I
first put the cardboard over my body. The added writing announced in
bold letters:

 

SEE THIS GIRL BUFF CARS IN THE BUFF…

JUST TURN THE CORNER INTO THE BACK ENTRANCE…

$5.00 SUGGESTED DONATION…

 

So that was what I had been advertising up and down the street! And that
was why no cars had pulled into the front entrance! They had tricked me
again! I was angry, but this was so embarrassing… I couldn’t get my mind
to work. I started to move in one direction, and then turned to walk in
another. It dawned on me that I was still quite visible and totally
nude. My heaving breasts and eraser-like nipples were still on display,
my bouncing bare behind, and of course my raw and pink little cookie.

 

There was no sign at all of my clothes, so finally I did the only thing
I could think of. I ran straight toward the playing fields in the
distance. I just covered my tits with both hands, unconcerned about my
ass or pussy waving in the breeze, and ran away from the crowd. I could
still hear them cheering behind me. But the further I ran, the more
distance I put between myself and my audience, the closer I was heading
in the direction of my house. I had to face it… I was going to have to
run home naked!

 

Well, let me just say that I did eventually make it. And no, I didn’t
lock myself outside to be ogled by neighbors on the front steps. I went
inside and immediately jumped into the shower. But this time, I wasn’t
in a rush. This time I allowed myself time to enjoy… my… self…

 

THE END