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 ï>¿Alexa Thinks about a Simpler Streak byLuckyDave1066Â(C)

   One week after the event, Alexa was having doubts about the highly
public striptease and naked walkabout she'd performed; not regrets, exactly
- thinking about what she'd done that day never failed to excite her.  The
memory of her brazen behavior now provided her with go-to imagery when she
felt like masturbating.  What was troubling her was the realization that
however exciting, what she had done had very little in common with what she
had found intriguing in the first place about the female streaker whose
appearance on a local TV news station had inspired her.

   Where the televised streaker had seemed lighthearted, Alexa had been
stressed out.  Where the streaker seemed like she had been spontaneous,
Alexa had planned out each tiny detail of her behavior.  Where the streaker
was clearly having fun, Alexa had been nervously following the rules she'd
developed.  The more she thought about it, the more it seemed in retrospect
that the only part of her adventure which had truly been fun was her
completely improvised interactions with the unexpected delivery driver and
the passengers on a passing bus!

   Alexa knew it would be difficult for her to emulate the TV streaker's
apparently spontaneous approach to something as outrageous as running
around while naked in public; by nature she was a planner, not the sort to
just wing it, especially not about something as scary as streaking.  From
her research online about streaking's heyday on college campuses in the
70's, she remembered reading that a lot of people just got caught up in the
excitement of seeing their fellow students streaking and suddenly found
themselves imitating them.  "Well, that's not about to happen anytime
soon," she thought, "the woman on TV got me interested, but if I wanted to
avoid planning all the spontaneity out of it I'd need some other sort of
external prompt, something not under my direct control, to get me to
suddenly drop my clothes and take off running!" Since she wasn't likely to
happen upon other streakers to encourage her, and couldn't imagine what
might work as a substitute signal to impulsively do something so rash,
actual real-life streaking seemed to be part of her past, not her future.

   With no expectation of actually doing it, thinking about what it might
be like seemed harmless enough.  Not having solved the problem of replacing
the momentum seeing fellow students streaking could provide, Alexa began to
think about other aspects of doing a typical streak, then realized she was
on the verge of repeating the intense planning which had resulted in her
previous naked escapade.  To avoid turning any potential future streak into
another tightly choreographed event, she decided to limit her planning to
the most basic choices; location (her college), clothing (normal, no
special outfit), timing (loosely, during her lunch break).

   Since the college had canceled all summer classes due to the ongoing
coronavirus pandemic and practically all businesses in the area were still
shut down, the convenience store where she worked was still almost
completely devoid of customers during her day shift; she hadn't had more
than two customers in any one day in the last month, and most days she had
exactly none.  Given the negligible effect it would have on sales, Martin,
the store owner, agreed that she could lock the store up and spend her
lunch break somewhere else as long as she limited her absence to one hour
or so.

   With so little to consider in detail beforehand, Alexa was surprised at
how quickly her comparing her own outrageous behavior to a more typical
college student streak seemed to be leading her to consider actually doing
what she'd begun calling a "Classic" streak!  She took comfort in the fact
that she hadn't figured out any sort of random replacement for seeing peers
going streaking; without some external prompt to take the place of fellow
streakers, she knew her tendency to overthink things would most likely make
the experience more like work than the silly fun she thought it ought to
be. "No danger of my getting naked in public again just to be following a
script, even if it is one I wrote," she thought.

   Alexa mostly filled her long, quiet days at work with reading books, but
she needed some other diversion from time to time.  One quiet Monday
afternoon she was browsing the app store, looking for a good time waster of
an app to download to her phone.  She had been aimlessly browsing when a
suggested app popped up and caught her eye.  Called "The Randomaster", it
was an all-purpose random item generator; capable of generating random
numbers within a range the user selected, or randomly display a word from a
user-defined list, or a card or multiple cards from a standard deck, dice,
coin flips, or even a basic Yes / No choice.

   She quickly grasped the potential for this app to set up a sequence of
decisions based on randomly generated data.  A sequence of the right data
could be a signal to undertake a specific course of action, in this case
streaking!  This might allow her to react to external cues the way someone
in a setting where streaking was common would react when seeing other
people peeling off their clothes or already running around naked!  "I
probably should leave this alone," she said to herself, "but I'm curious to
see how the app actually functions." She downloaded it and opened it.

   Late that evening, after several hours of experimenting with the app's
options and cracking open a textbook she'd kept from a statistics class,
Alexa had developed a set of hurdles, all of which would need to be cleared
in order for any streaking to take place.

   1) Random number selection - The app generating a number between 1 and
20 (out of a possible 1 to 100) would represent the user (Alexa) seeing
other people streaking or getting ready to do so, leading to the next
hurdle.

   2) Random word selection - The app generating a word (from a list
created by Alexa) which might or might not be something within the usere's
sight right then, wherever she happened to be at that moment.  She would
make at least a quarter of the words on the list be things likely to be
present at a typical college quad, like ivy or sidewalks and the rest of
the words not very likely, like porcupine or parachute.  If the word
randomly pulled from the list described something which WAS within sight,
that would indicate she was being influenced by seeing other people
streaking and was actively considering following their example!  Leading to
the final hurdle.

   3) Random Yes / No choice - The app would display either a No, keep your
clothes on and continue being a spectator, or Yes, take everything off as
quickly as possible and go for a short run!

   Alexa was pleased with the simplicity and decisiveness her three hurdle
app setup possessed; the odds were stacked pretty heavily against actually
leading to streaking any one time the app was used, but she thought that
seemed appropriate; even at its most popular, it wasn't as if most people
were doing it.  She thought most students walked through the Quad at least
3 or 4 times a day; with that many opportunities, the three hurdles were
likely to result in some naked foolishness on a daily basis!

   Whether or not Alexa was inclined to take her chances trying out the
hurdles herself was another matter entirely.  She knew the odds of her
ending up naked on the quad were slim, but not negligible, especially if
she ran through the steps multiple times.  Even the very slight chance
she'd have all three functions of the app align and call for her to go
running naked in such a public fashion and such a familiar place was enough
to make her shiver whenever she thought about it.

   Still, trying to duplicate the more whimsical nature which she believed
to be typical of Classic streaking had become her goal; if she could
combine the excitement being naked in public clearly held for her with a
more playful experience, she'd feel like she had accomplished something
worthwhile.  She needed to know if placing her fate in the care of the app
and its randomly generated choices would actually make the decision to
streak feel less stressful, assuming it ever came to that.

   Since she was supposed to only leave the store unoccupied for an hour,
she decided that once the drive to and from the campus and time spent
parking and walking to and from the Quad was all accounted for, she would
have no more than 40 minutes available at the quad on any given day.  She
decided she would make an attempt to get through all three hurdles four
times each day, setting her phone's alarms to go off at 12:10, 12:20, 12:30
& 12:40.  She had thought she could add a fifth attempt at 12:50 but
shuddered as she realized that though unlikely, it was at least possible
that the time immediately after 12:50 wouldn't be available for her to
drive back to work because she'd already be occupied, running around in the
nude!

   On Monday, May 11, Alexa ate her lunch in her quiet workplace around
11:30 to leave her lunch hour free for a visit to her campus, her first
since in-person classes had been halted.

   Having worked out the odds of her ending up naked on any typical four
attempt day, Alexa had stayed with her initial idea to dress normally; her
outfit was irrelevant, other than being reasonably easy to get out of in
the unlikely event she somehow beat the odds and made it through all three
hurdles.  The faded jean shorts and t-shirt from a concert she'd been to a
few years ago were not meant to stand out, but the shorts were short enough
and the shirt tight enough that her presence strolling through the Quad was
noticed by a crew of roofers working on top of Fortinum Hall.  She noticed
that she'd been noticed, and shivered a bit as she guessed that they were
likely to be active there for several days.  Kind of like her.  "Oh, well,"
she thought, "a streaker at a spot like this has to more or less expect to
have an audience!"

   Not wanting to need to juggle a lot of belongings, besides her clothing
she had only three items with her; her keys, her phone, and a paperback
novel she'd brought to pass the time.

   She was more than a little rattled by how close the first use of her app
came to sending her streaking:

   1st hurdle, Number: 18, leading to...

   2nd hurdle, Word: window, leading to...

   3rd hurdle Yes/No: NO, leading to...Alexa beginning to breathe again!

   "Wow, that was intense!  I really thought I might be about to get
naked!" she thought.

   The remainder of her first day of allowing her fate to be controlled by
the app was uneventful, with all attempts failing to get beyond the first
hurdle.  She couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed, having been prepared
to follow the final hurdle's verdict and go streaking if YES had been the
word, but she knew that over a small number of tries the odds that she'd be
keeping her clothes on were far higher than were the odds she'd be ending
up naked.

   Day two of her experiment found her still of interest to the roofers,
and generally sharing the Quad with more people than the day before.  She
spotted a couple of her instructors in the groups strolling across the
Quad, passing her spot on a bench along one of the main sidewalks
crisscrossing the space.  From what she overheard as they passed by, they
were happy to be heading out to lunch after what sounded like a morning
full of boring meetings and were dreading more of the same in the
afternoon. When her 12:10 alarm sounded with the forlorn faculty members
still trudging across the Quad she was surprised to find herself thinking
how it would liven their day if she were to get past all three hurdles,
strip quickly and jog past them!  It wasn't in the cards, then or at any
other point that day, as she never made it past the first hurdle, with all
numbers generated being well above 20.

   On day number three, Alexa wore a tank top and bicycle shorts, not
because they were any more revealing, but just because they were at the top
of their respective drawers.  "Well, at least the roofers seem to approve,"
she thought while laughing.  The day's other group of interest was a
carefully spaced crowd of trainee RA's, hiking all around the perimeter of
the Quad and making a few stops where their tour guide paused to point out
some detail or another on the buildings ringing the large lawn.  At her
12:30 cycle of the app she thought she might be about to become a new
highlight of the tour, as the app showed a 9, followed by the word "Tree";
she nervously tried the Yes / No function, relieved to see NO come up on
the screen.  Relieved, but with a hint of disappointment, surprising but
unmistakable!  The 12:40 attempt didn't provide any suspense, a number 55
providing an anticlimactic end to the day's sessions with the app.

   Thursday, day four of her experiment, found Alexa wearing a fairly
conservative halter top and some seriously short Lycra shorts, not for the
viewing pleasure of the roofers or anyone else, but simply to even out her
tan lines a bit.  As it turned out, the sight of her sprawled out on a
bench was a welcome one for the college's football team, looking bedraggled
after their first morning practice.  When her alarm went off at 12:20, just
as they were walking past her, she hesitated for a moment before opening
the app.  Embracing the random factors she had placed in control of her
actions, her hesitation was short-lived.  She pressed a button, beginning
to shiver a bit as number 7 came on the screen.  When the word "Bird" came
up next she shuddered, her hand shaking as she asked the Yes/No function
for the final decision.  She couldn't have imagined this scenario before
now, but knew her next actions, however embarrassing, would be decided by
this random answer chosen by an app!

   NO appeared on the screen; without thinking, she surprised herself by
shouting, "Damn!" but accepted the decision the app had made for her.  She
was thankful she'd been held back just a moment later, as she heard one of
the passing players call out, "Hey Alexa, I thought you'd graduated and
were out of here!"

   It took Alexa a minute to put a name to the face, her pulse shooting up
noticeably as she realized she'd been on the verge of willingly stripping
naked in front of not just the college's entire football team, but more
importantly, had almost stripped in front of Jay Bonnoli.  The same Jay
Bonnoli who had graduated from her high school one year after her, and used
to hang out with her younger brother!  One different answer from the app
and she could have forgotten about going to any high school reunions. 
Ever.

   "No, I'm kind of in suspended animation," she answered, "I had a job
lined up, but the pandemic did away with that, so I'm just killing time
now, thinking maybe grad school makes sense," she answered, wondering if
she was blushing as much as she felt like she was.

   "Well, nice to see you.  I almost missed you entirely, without my
glasses you were just a blur until I was 10 or 15 feet away," he said as he
started walking again to catch up with his teammates.

   It surprised Alexa that the football team was even having practices;
everything she'd seen in the news made it sound like their season was sure
to be canceled.  She felt a little bit sorry for them, but not so
sympathetic that she regretted the app's decision to let her remain
dressed!

   The 12:30 and 12:40 cycles were mercifully dull, with neither round
getting past the first hurdle.  Thinking as she drove back to work about
her brush with hometown notoriety, Alexa wondered if she shouldn't just
quit before she really got into some kind of trouble.  She decided to carry
on with her experiment through the following week, but end it after that no
matter what had or hadn't happened by then.

   On Friday, the clothes at the top of the heap were a short sleeve button
down chambray blouse and a slightly short black skirt with an elastic
waist. She laughed to think that the extra time it would take to unbutton
the blouse would be balanced by the time saved by how quickly the skirt
could be removed!  The knowledge that she wasn't likely to actually be
called upon to get undressed allowed her to joke with herself about the
slight chance it could happen.

   As soon as Alexa arrived at the Quad she noticed a few new developments.
A fairly large but portable set of bleachers had been set up in one corner
of the Quad, and there seemed to be an open-air meeting of the business
department faculty taking place near her usual benches.  The meeting looked
to be all the department's full and associate professors, not the adjuncts
who had taught most of her classes.  She did notice one professor she'd
actually had a course with; Dr.  Buncombe had also been her advisor.  He
noticed her as well, and excused himself from the people he was sitting
near to come over and talk with her.

   "Hello Dr.  Buncombe!" she greeted him.

   "Hello Alexandra," he replied, "I'm glad I ran into you.  I was hoping
to ask you if you've considered our MBA program, several of your
instructors have told me you'd be a fine addition to the program."

   "Well, no I haven't, not because I"..she began before being interrupted
by the 12:10 alarm, saying, "Excuse me, this will just be a minute." She
quickly hit the random number button, saw 67 on the screen and continued
her conversation, "I hadn't planned on going to grad school, but now, with
the job market being what it is, I probably should think about it."

   The Professor and Alexa continued discussing her options, including the
possibility of working as an assistant to Dr.  Buncombe himself, talking
long enough that the 12:20 and 12:30 alarms interrupted them; "Sorry, I
need to deal with this, I'll just be a moment," she said each time, hitting
the number app again and getting an 87 at 12:20 and a 33 at 12:30.  The
conversation went on until Alexa sensed the 12:40 alarm was probably
nearing.  She excused herself, saying needed to take care of something. 
They said their goodbyes and went in opposite directions, he back to his
meeting and Alexa taking a seat on the bleachers.  She had only been
sitting a few minutes when the 12:40 alarm sounded.

   "Might as well get this over with and get back to work," she thought,
"not exactly an MBA level position, but at least the hours are flexible."

   She absentmindedly hit the Number app: 19.  "Hmmmn, okay," she thought
as she hit the List app: BIRD.  She looked around apprehensively; sure
enough, she spotted a bunch of crows lined up on a power line!  Now getting
nervous, she paused a moment before pressing the button for the Yes / No
app, looking around at her surroundings one more time before she committed
to the scandalous behavior she now had an even chance of carrying out.  She
saw at least a dozen faculty members in one corner of the Quad, a few other
clusters of 2 to 6 office staffers scattered around the perimeter of the
space, and of course, the 8 or 10 roofers still overlooking the Quad from
atop Fortinum Hall.  "Not even considering anyone inside the buildings who
might be looking out a window, looks like I'll have no less than 30
potential observers if the Yes / No app gives me the wrong answer," she
thought, holding her breath as she pressed the button.

   YES came up on the screen!  YES!

   Alexa felt a little dizzy but didn't hesitate, knowing that if she was
going to do this she needed to move fast and not think about what she was
doing.  At all.  Still sitting on the bleachers, she unbuttoned her blouse
as quickly as her damned trembling hands were able to, then pulled her arms
out of the sleeves.  She set the blouse down on the space next to her, then
pulled her skirt down, lifting her butt just enough to let the skirt slide
past on its way to her feet.  She had hoped by changing position as little
as possible she might, for a little while longer, avoid having her
increasingly outrageous behavior attract attention.

   The catcalls coming from the roofers as she set the skirt down on top of
her blouse told her that she was already being watched; knowing she now had
gained an audience didn't make her next few tasks any easier, but she
didn't hesitate at all.  "I must be out of my freaking mind," she thought,
giggling uncontrollably as she unhooked her bra and pulled it off, her
entire ensemble suddenly reduced to a pair of panties.  Her one-piece
outfit didn't last long at all, with her panties joining her bra and skirt
at rest on top of her blouse less than ten seconds after her bra came off.

   "Oh, shit, I'm naked!  I actually did it!" Alexa said to no one in
particular, laughing hysterically at the absurdity of her situation,
adding, "I'd better get moving and get this over with!" But move to where,
exactly?  She hadn't wanted to plan in fine detail what she'd actually do
if she ever were to end up undressed; now she suddenly found herself
completely exposed between her ankles and the top of her head, except for a
disposable surgical mask, without a clue about what to do next!

   At first, Alexa didn't even notice that she had stood up and was already
walking to the end of the bleachers, but when she reached the end and
started down the steps she paused and looked back at the clothing she'd
been wearing a minute or two ago, already at least 30 feet away!  A
particularly loud voice inside her head urged her to dash back, put her
clothes back on as quickly as possible, and get out of there as fast as her
legs could carry her!  At the same time, another voice, less frantic but at
least as insistent calmly rejected the option of retreat and argued in
favor of ignoring the alarms going off in her mind and doing what she'd
come here to do.

   Persuaded by the second voice, Alexa decided to do a full lap around the
perimeter of the quad as quickly as possible before returning to retrieve
her book and her clothes.  She left the bleachers wearing only socks and
running shoes, and carrying only her phone and keys.  Already sprinting
towards the perimeter of the quad and away from her neatly stacked pile of
clothing at as speedy a pace as she felt she could maintain, she left the
decision about when and where to get dressed to be settled once she was
reunited with her garments.

   Alexa couldn't help laughing as she passed the various groups of office
staff scattered around the edge of the Quad, shouting, "Sorry, couldn't
help myself!" as she passed within a few feet of some of them.  Apologies
weren't necessary; most people she passed signaled some sort of approval,
either clapping, cheering, giving thumbs-up signs or shouting some
variation on "Way to go!" or "You go, girl!" She was relieved and gratified
to find that she seemed to have been able to briefly delight a bunch of
strangers.  She imagined her audience would likely smile when remembering
what she was doing.  She knew she would!

   Halfway around the Quad, Alexa had to adjust course to avoid bumping
into a line of Professors filing into one of the buildings facing the Quad;
they were spread out far enough that rather than make a long detour she
actually stopped and jogged in place no more than ten feet from the
procession.  "Alexa!  Is that you?  What on earth are you..." Dr.  Buncombe
managed to sputter from his position in the middle of the group.  Not about
to stick around and engage in any attempt to explain herself, she ignored
him and resumed her run, finally finding a gap between a few of the
stragglers wide enough for her to dash through!

   After what felt like the longest 3 minute run she'd ever done, Alexa
finally reached the point where she'd begun her lap around the Quad.  Never
breaking stride, she turned to retrace her steps back to the bleachers and
her clothing, looking around the Quad where she'd just run to see if her
audience was still following her progress; it looked like they all were! 
Distracted by her study of where she'd just been, she didn't notice what
was happening where she was about to be; when she finally looked ahead to
the bleachers, her heart skipped a beat or two.  She was stunned to see the
entire football team jogging from the building closest to the bleachers,
being directed by a photographer to be seated on the bleachers, apparently
to have a team photo taken!  The tired and dirty look they'd had after
practice the day before had been replaced by a fresh appearance, including
crisp, clean uniforms.

   Already less than fifty yards away from the bleachers, Alexa's head was
spinning as she thought, "So many, many ways I'm screwed here!  The one
place I really need to get to has a photographer ready to take photos, a
guy from my hometown who's a friend of my brother, not to mention several
dozen rowdy football players.  One-stop shopping for a giant package of
humiliation!"

   She stopped running and saw that the two developments she was most
afraid of were already happening.  "Is the photographer looking at me?" she
moaned, "Yup, he looked straight at me and now he's fishing around in his
bag, probably looking for just the right lens to capture a somewhat distant
streaker!  Oh, great, now they've found my clothes!" The players seated
where she had been a few minutes earlier had not only found Alexa's
clothing but were passing the various items around.  Seeing a tug of war
breaking out between a couple of players, with her bra taking the place of
a rope, she said to herself, "Nope, never getting any of that stuff back,
time to get the hell out of here!"

   She spun around and took off at a full sprint, eager to put as much
distance as possible between herself and that damned photographer!  She was
at least partially successful; though she had no way to know it, by the
time he'd switched lenses the best he could do was capture her image
clearly from behind as she ran away, showing her ass, back and a partial
side view of her left breast.  Her face was turned away enough so that she
couldn't be identified, at least not if she was wearing clothes!

   Once beyond sight of the dozens of prying eyes in and around the Quad,
Alexa paused to catch her breath, get her bearings and figure out how to
get back to her car.  She realized that in her desperation to get away from
the Quad, she had bolted to a spot fairly far from her car; she had three
possible routes for getting back to her parking spot.

   Back through the Quad, obviously not an option.

   Through the cluster of dorms and dining halls behind the Quad.  The
shortest route, but with a lot of potential viewers.

   A service road looping through the woods and around the athletic fields
at the far end of the campus.  Definitely the longest route, but also the
least populated.

   Thinking a longer jog was tolerable as long as it meant less contact
with other people, Alexa chose the service road.  She estimated it would
take her a minimum of 18 minutes to run along it all the way to her car.

   The first 5 minutes were actually pretty pleasant, with no other people
or traffic; "Good day for a nice quiet run through the woods," she thought,
smiling, "clothed or not." Around 6 minutes in, a garbage truck heading in
the same direction as she was running slowly overtook her.  As it pulled up
alongside her, she looked up at the cab, smiled and waved at the crew, and
then looked forward again.  With the crew apparently satisfied that she
wasn't in distress, the truck picked up speed and left her behind.  Before
she looked away she saw one of the crew talking into a walkie-talkie; she
picked up her pace, worried that he might have called for security.

   Two or three minutes later a car pulled up next to Alexa; she was
shaking as she heard the driver call her over an external speaker, "Please
stop right there." boomed out from the car.  She was on the verge of tears
as she stopped, sure she was about to be arrested.  "I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to do this, not this way..." she whimpered.

   "Please calm down; are you okay?  My garbage crew said you were alright,
but I wanted to be sure." the driver asked her in a gentle tone of voice.

   She noticed the car was marked "Facilities," not "Security," and calmed
down enough to reply, "Yes, thanks.  I'm fine, just trying to get back to
my car.  I thought you were going to arrest me."

   "Nope, that's not my department, I'm just making sure you're okay.  If
you don't mind me asking..."

   "Streaking.  Things got a little complicated," she explained.

   "Ah, streaking!  I didn't know that was still a thing!" he chuckled, "I
thought that went out of fashion after my generation."

   "It was actually kind of fun, until it wasn't," she said, smiling.

   "I think I'll take your word for it," he laughed, "so where's your car
parked?

   "Lot D-3," Alexa replied, "near the library.

   "That's a good mile and a half from here, do you want a lift?"

   Beginning to feel the effects of all the running she'd done as well as
the various bouts of anxiety and panic, and remembering she was long
overdue to get back to the store, she accepted the ride.

   Riding naked in the Facilities supervisor's Impala on the short trip to
her car, it occurred to Alexa that her mother had probably told her a
thousand times to never accept a ride from a stranger, but she was certain
that getting into this stranger's car would be way down the list of things
she'd done lately that her mother would surely freak out about if she ever
were to find out about them!

   Other than a handful of people seeing her make the switch from the
Facilities car to her own, Alexa's trip back to the store was free of
complications.  As she drove back to work she couldn't help laughing at how
little being seen naked bothered her anymore as long as the members of her
audience didn't know her family and weren't trying to take photos of her!

   Seeing no cars parked anywhere in front of the store, Alexa parked on
the other side of the gas pumps, far from the building, locked her car and
walked to the front door of the store.  "Still locked, " she said to
herself after checking the door, "so nobody has come in to work while I've
been gone." Having confirmed that her last possible complication hadn't
happened, she unlocked the door and stepped inside.  She headed to her
locker to get her uniform out; she knew from previous experience that while
the smock was ugly and almost scandalously short, it would cover enough to
let her get by until she left for home in a few hours.

   As she was on her way to the locker room, she noticed movement in a far
corner of the store!  "Whoever you are, you'd better get the hell out, I'm
dialing 911 right now," she shouted.

   "That's really not necessary, Lexie," Jeremy said as he approached her,
carrying nothing more threatening than the three-day old hot dog he'd been
eating when Alexa shouted at him.

   "Jesus, you scared me!  I didn't think anyone was here!" she replied,
"what are you doing here, anyway?"

   "The usual, delivering your tiny order of fresh dairy items," he
answered, then asked, "Any particular reason you're naked today?"

   "Not one I'd like to discuss right now," she replied, "and I was about
to go get into my uniform."

   "Too bad," he laughed.

   "Actually, you could do me a favor," she replied, "I need a few photos
showing me in the store."

   "Like this?  Really?" he asked, clearly happy to help, "Sure thing!

   Alexa handed Jeremy her phone and directed him through a few poses and
locations she wanted.

   "Is that it?" he asked, sounding a little disappointed.

   "I'm just looking for nudes, not porn!" she scolded him, "But I do need
another series." She took a large pair of aviator sunglasses off the
display near the counter and put them on, along with a baseball cap, also
borrowed from a display.  "There, now I'm ready!" she said as she began
repeating her previous poses with her makeshift disguise in place.

   "Mind if I take a few with my phone?" Jeremy asked hopefully.

   It occurred to Alexa that letting Jeremy have his own set of photos of
her in the nude was more of a Lexie thing than typical Alexa behavior, but
nothing else in the last hour or two had been even remotely normal. 
Deciding her identity was fairly well concealed, Alexa replied, "Sure, go
ahead."

   This was the series she planned on choosing one or two shots from to
place alongside the other photo behind the register, the one showing a
different naked woman here in the store, so she wanted to get at least one
shot which duplicated as closely as possible the older photo.  This
required a different sort of help from Jeremy.

   "Can I ask one more small favor," she asked, "would you mind taking a
few with the timer, with me on your lap?"

   "Ummm, okay," he said, "that gets close to breaking one of the handful
of rules my wife and I have agreed to, but I think I'm still in the clear."

   "What rule," she asked, "this sounds interesting."

   "It's pretty basic, really," he replied," I can enjoy looking at other
women and even flirt as much as I like, but no kissing, and I'm not allowed
to put my hands on any woman but her."

   "So I can climb up on your lap and wiggle my naked ass on you, and as
long as we don't kiss and you keep your hands off me, we're cool?"

   "That's pretty much the deal," he said.

   It occurred to Alexa that Jeremy's rule sounded like guidelines issued
to him by his wife before attending a bachelor party.  She was tempted to
run a few other scenarios by him, but since he'd agreed to go along with
her request she decided to leave well enough alone.  "Then have a seat
while I set up the phone," she said, beginning to shake a little as she
thought of how these shots would look, hands-off or not!

   They had taken several shots with Alexa on Jeremy's lap and she was
setting up the phone for one last set when the door chime sounded!  She had
no chance at all to get out of sight, standing less than eight feet from
the door.  She froze in place and felt herself blushing deeply when Jason,
a nephew of the store owner and one of Alexa's less useful co-workers
walked in!  He looked Alexa up and down a couple of times, then said,
"Jeremy, can you explain to me what I'm seeing here?"

   Jeremy sized up the situation quickly, seeing that Jason didn't
recognize Alexa and had assumed that whoever she was, Jeremy had brought
her here and was responsible for whatever debauchery was going on in his
uncle's store.

   " I have to apologize for all this, Jason," Jeremy started, "with me
pulling a double shift the next few days, Marianne here, my wife, wanted to
spend at least some time with me, so she came along to keep me company on
my extra route today.  When we got here no one answered the doorbell, so I
let myself in and delivered your order, which was my last delivery of the
day.  Marianne noticed the front door was unlocked, and with Lexie nowhere
to be found..."

   "Wait, I'm confused, who the heck is this Lexie?" Jason demanded.

   "The college student who's been working the day shift," Jeremy replied.

   "That's Alexa!" Jason replied, clearly frustrated.

   "Okay, I guess I mixed up her name, ALEXA!" he said, glaring at Alexa.
Or Lexie, or whoever she felt like being today.  He went on, "With the door
unlocked, no staff around and me having no more deliveries to do, we
thought we'd hang around a while and see if Alexa or any other employee
showed up.  We were just sitting around and, well, the thing is, this isn't
something I normally talk about, it's kind of embarrassing to discuss, but
you deserve to know what you walked in on; Marianne and I, we enjoy taking
nude photos of her, and I guess having the place to ourselves got the
better of us.  It wasn't going to be anything more than photos, we never
would have had sex here or anything like that."

   Jason was quiet for a long time, then finally said, "I guess this is
kind of a no harm, no foul situation.  I don't see any need to tell my
uncle about this, but I want a copy of the photos you took for my files
just in case anything like this ever happens again.  One last thing, let's
take one more photo, all three of us together, for my records."

   "You sleaze," Alexa thought, "I'll bet I know why you really want a copy
of my photos!" She wasn't in any position to argue, so she silently nodded
her agreement to his request.  Jeremy did the same.  A few minutes later,
Jason had his prize, a photo of him with his arm wrapped around Jeremy's
sexy, naked wife.

   With the photo session over and Jason satisfied with Jeremy's improvised
explanation of the salacious scene he'd stumbled into, Jeremy and Alexa
went out the back door and climbed into his truck.  As they pulled out of
the parking lot she said, "Thanks for covering for me back there, you
really saved my ass."

   "It's a very nice ass, it deserved to be saved." he replied with a grin.

   "Um, thanks," she said, "but now what?  I'm still just as naked as
before; I can't just stroll in the front door like this!"

   "My thinking is a quick visit to the Target over in North Martinsburg to
get you an outfit, then run you back to work."

   "Sounds great.  You do know I have no money on me at the moment to pay
you with, right?" she replied.

   "Money or anything else - I can see that.  I'm not worried, I know where
you work."

   During the 20 minute trip to the nearest Target, Alexa told Jeremy the
tale of what she'd been doing this afternoon before bumping into him.  He
laughed and laughed, but seemed perfectly serious when he told her that he
wished he'd been there to see it all happen.

   "Maybe next time," she said, raising one eyebrow when he looked over to
see if she was being serious.

   In the Target parking lot, she wrote down her sizes for him, asking him
to keep it simple when selecting her outfit.  "Small panties and shorts,
medium top, 36C bra." she read off her note before handing it to him.

   The wait for him to return with her new ensemble seemed longer than the
20 minutes it actually took.  Despite his having parked fairly far out,
there were still a few people walking by the truck's large front windows.
Her seat didn't recline, the floor was too filthy to even consider sitting
down there, so she just crossed her arms and waited for Jeremy.

   When he finally returned, she was pleasantly surprised to see he'd
chosen a nice bra and thong set, made of a fairly fine black mesh.  She
guessed that he'd put a lot more thought into this part of her outfit than
the rest of it.  She put the lingerie on and knelt on her seat, turning
around to give him a good look from all angles.

   "Just the way I thought they'd look on you," he said after she sat down.

   "Before I finish getting dressed, I have a question.  I think I
understand the general parameters of your Look-but-don't-touch rule, but is
there anything forbidding ME from touching YOU?" she asked.

   He closed his eyes for a minute and eventually replied, "It's true our
rule doesn't address the actions of other parties, and since you've never
met my wife I don't see how the two of you could have made any deals..."

   Which was how a few minutes later Alexa found herself in the middle of
the afternoon, dressed only in some filmy undergarments, in the front seat
of a delivery truck, in the middle of a Target parking lot, happily giving
a man whose last name she didn't know probably the most exciting hand-job
of his life.  She blamed Lexie for this latest bit of misbehavior.

   Jeremy drove Alexa back to a spot near her car.  "Thanks for an
interesting afternoon," he said as she finally got fully dressed again.

   "Glad you enjoyed it!" Alexa said as she walked the few feet from his
truck to her car.  As she drove the 40 yards to her normal parking space in
sight of the store she couldn't help laughing at how strange wearing
clothes felt to her after spending a good chunk of her afternoon in the
nude.

   She paused a moment to prepare to face Jason; he hadn't seemed to
recognize her before, but she worried, "what if he's put it all together
since we left?" She returned to work, feeding Jason a plausible story about
how she'd been gone so long because she'd been helping out a friend by
watching her kids so the friend could make it to an appointment with a
doctor.  She apologized sincerely for leaving the front door unlocked when
she'd left; Jason seemed happy to accept her entire story without question,
probably because the universe had somehow granted him an unexpected
encounter with a stark naked woman, a pretty damned hot one, right here in
his workplace.

   Jason was unable to resist telling Alexa all about his good fortune,
telling her, "I caught the dairy delivery guy and his wife doing a nude
photo shoot right here in the store!"

   "No way!" she said, depending heavily on her mask to keep him from
seeing how close she was to cracking up.

   "Don't believe me?  Check this out!" Jason said triumphantly, swiping
his phone's screen until he reached the photo of him with his arm around
Alexa and his hand resting on her naked hip!

   She couldn't resist messing with him just a bit, saying, "Wow, who would
do such a thing?  Granted, she is pretty sexy, but something about this
whole story isn't right; I bumped into Jeremy and his wife at the mall a
few months ago, and I'm sure as I can be that the woman in the picture with
you is not his wife; I wonder who she really was!"