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 ï>¿Carla Finds Nude Travel Tricky! by LuckyDave1066

   Carla Finds Nude Travel Tricky!  Pt.  04

   She extends her trip by a day, & enjoys making new friends!

   Still sound asleep at 11:30 in the morning, Carla was sprawled across
the bed with her eyes shut when she heard a loud knocking sound and someone
shouting at her in the middle of what had been a visually exciting but
fairly quiet dream about her driving her truck in the nude during a long
traffic jam in some busy city.  "Did you hear that?" she heard her dream
self saying.  "Yes!  I do!" she answered.  The knocking combined with her
conversation with herself to pull her out of her dream just in time to see
a shocked looking man carrying towels!

   "I'm sorry, Miss, I knocked and said 'Housekeeping!', and I was sure I
heard you say 'Yes!' before I came in.  Should I come back later?"

   Sitting up but still a little confused, Carla replied, still focusing on
the question of whether she wanted her room tended to instead of the fact
that she was stark naked, "Yes.  I mean, I don't care, I'll be checking out
this morning anyway." Finally fully awake, she made a half-hearted attempt
at covering up, grabbing a pillow and holding it loosely in front of her as
she got off of the bed.  She walked up to the man and said, "As long as
you're here, do you have any towels bigger than the bath towels in the
bathroom?  I don't actually have any clothes with me, and the towels barely
cover me."

   "Bigger towels...ahh...not really," he said, following her with his eyes
as she brushed past him on the way to the bathroom; the pillow did an
adequate job of covering her boobs and pussy, but with nothing covering her
backside he was treated to a good look at her ass as she disappeared into
the bathroom.

   "See what I mean?" she said a moment later as she returned from the
bathroom, a bath towel wrapped around her.  The towel covered up enough of
her boobs that her nipples were hidden, and reached down far enough to keep
her ass just out of sight, but there was barely enough length to have the
two ends of the towel overlap by much, so it wouldn't take much movement to
make the two edges lose their grip on each other.  "If I move much at all,"
she said, reaching up to hang up an imaginary coat on one of the hangers in
the closet, "This happens!" The stunned housekeeper watched the towel pop
loose and fall to the floor!

   "You really don't have anything bigger?" Carla asked.

   Suddenly smiling as he thought of something, he replied, "Not a regular
room towel, but maybe better." He went back out of the room to his supply
cart a couple of doors down the hall and pulled out a beach towel, normally
only available at the pool area.  He turned to bring it back to Carla's
room and was shocked to find that she'd followed him out into the hall, her
towel nowhere in sight!  He held the pool towel up to show her how much
bigger it was; he was immediately rewarded with a big smile from the naked
blonde.

   "Thank you so much," Carla said, taking the towel and draping it over
her arm, "This could have saved me some trouble last night." She
impulsively stepped forward and put her arms around him, giving him a big
hug and a kiss on his cheek.  She began to blush, not so much because she
was embracing a stranger while nude, out in the hotel's corridor, but more
because she had to fight off a sudden urge to offer to suck the
housekeeping guy off right where he stood.

   Seeing the simple gold band on his left hand's ring finger made her
blush more deeply than any of her recent exhibitionist behavior had. 
Backing away from the confused man, she apologized, "I'm sorry, that was
inappropriate, but thank you for the new towel," then retreated to her
room.

   "No worries, really!" the stunned housekeeper replied as he watched her
disappear into her room.

   She called down to the front desk to ask if breakfast was being still
being served or if lunch was already happening.  The woman who answered
told her that breakfast had ended over an hour ago and that the hotel
didn't offer lunch or dinner; she said besides coffee all that was
available was a few of their breakfast-to-go bags, consisting of a cup of
yogurt, a granola bar, an apple, and a pouch of orange juice.

   Carla was too hungry to turn down the breakfast bag, uninspiring as it
was; she wrapped herself up in her new beach towel, pleased to see it
covered her from her armpits down nearly to her knees with at least 8
inches of overlap where the two ends met, making it feel pretty secure. 
She guessed she wouldn't attract too much attention, " I look like I'm just
coming from the pool.  No big deal." She slipped on her Crocs, picked up
her phone, and headed to the elevator.

   Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirrored door of the elevator, she
was pleased to see that though it covered more of her body than the bath
towels, the lighter fabric of the beach towel clung more closely to her
curves.  Though it did conceal more of her skin, it actually revealed much
more of her shape than the bath towel ever could.  "Okay, maybe I'll get a
few more looks dressed like this, but I'm decent, so no harm done," she
whispered to herself as the elevator doors opened, beginning to admit to
herself that she enjoyed the attention that tended to come with showing
even slightly more skin than usual.

   Once Carla stepped off the elevator and had a look around the lobby, the
number of people scattered around the space made her shiver; she'd expected
it to be fairly quiet at his time of day, but saw at least fifteen or
twenty people scattered around the space.  Not wanting to miss out entirely
on having some sort of breakfast, she ignored the crowd, focusing on the
breakfast bags on the front desk counter.  She stepped up to the counter to
claim a bag, drawing a few glares from the line of people waiting their
turn to speak to the clerk.  The same woman who Carla had talked with a few
minutes ago caught her eye before she walked away and asked, "You're in
room 517, right?" Carla nodded, nervously wondering if someone had
complained about her shameless behavior the night before.

   "I just wanted to let you know that due to a prior reservation of a
whole block of rooms on your floor we'll need you to move to a different
room.  I can set it up or you can use our app to select a new room.  I
apologize for the inconvenience," the clerk said.

   "Wait, I only booked a one night stay," Carla replied, "I don't need the
room another night."

   "I'm sorry.  We tried to contact you at check-out time, over an hour
ago, but you didn't answer.  This far beyond the check-out deadline, we
have to charge you for another night."

   Carla didn't reply, not trusting herself to answer without unleashing a
torrent of profanity; she took the bagged breakfast and a cup of coffee to
a chair in the middle of the lobby between the front desk and the elevator,
sat down to think about her options.

   She knew that technically the clerk was correct, but thought a
discussion with her supervisor might get her out of being charged for a
second night.  On the other hand, it was nearly noon already, she hadn't
even gone out to pick up her new clothes yet, and after her crazy late
night she could really use some more rest.  She decided not to argue about
it, opting instead to take it easy for a day and get an early start
tomorrow.

   Carla relaxed and ate the poor excuse for a breakfast, then poured a
second cup of coffee to bring back to her room.  While waiting for the
elevator, she noticed the same combination of lobby sounds she'd heard last
night when she stepped off the elevator; soft background music, water
splashing at the fountain, and one side of a conversation at the front
desk. Other than the sex of the desk clerk on duty, it was the same. 
"Well, maybe a little bit different," she whispered, "I'm not naked and
blindfolded this time!"

   She noticed one other difference, a handful of construction workers
having a break at a table near the main hotel entrance.  She could see that
they had noticed her as well, not particularly subtly watching her. 
"Probably hoping my towel comes loose so they can see me in nothing but my
swimsuit," she thought, "If they only knew..."

   During a short stop back at her room, Carla called up the Hotel's app to
choose her room for the following night.  She put her handful of toiletries
and phone charger in a pillowcase for the move to her new room on the third
floor.  Once she'd brought her minimal collection of belongings to her new
room she decided it was about time to pick up her new clothes.

   Before the elevator reached the lobby she resolved to leave the hotel by
the front door, slightly farther from her truck than the side door she'd
been using but possibly offering more interesting reactions from
bystanders; how often did most people get to see a young woman leave the
main entrance of a hotel wearing only, as far as they could tell, a thin
towel?  She figured even if nobody else was around, the group of
construction workers would be good for some sort of reaction.

   Walking through the lobby, Carla was disappointed to see that the
construction workers had moved on.  Her disappointment was short-lived, as
once she was outside she saw the workers clustered around a section of the
sidewalk, right on her route to her truck.  The area they were working on
was just gravel, about to be filled in with new concrete.  She approached
their work zone, pleased to see work grind to a halt as they watched her
approach.  She asked if she could walk through or if she needed to go out
into the street.  The oldest of the group, apparently in charge, told her
she could come through, but cautioned her, "be careful, the gravel is loose
and kind of uneven."

   "I think I can handle it, thanks," Carla said, waving off a few
outstretched hands offering to help her keep her balance.  She was fine for
the first couple of steps, but a loose patch a few feet into the gravel
zone made her slip and start to tumble forward.  She wobbled and stretched
out both hands to break her fall, but managed to stay upright after a few
short hops.  Meaning to help her avoid injury, a few of the crew reached
out to break her fall, probably too late to have made any difference, but
adding to her embarrassment as one of them inadvertently caught hold of her
left breast and another ended up dragging a hand over her right thigh.  Her
towel didn't deal so well with her gyrations, with the folded closure
working loose during her hopping.  With her hands waving around wildly as
she tried to regain her balance, there was nothing to counter the effect of
gravity on her loosened towel.  The brightly colored towel slid down her
back, landing in a heap on the gravel and leaving her naked in the middle
of the crew as she took her last couple of hops, the fallen towel left
several feet behind her.

   "Are you okay?" the foreman asked.

   "I, ah, I think so," replied the stunned blonde, "wha..hey, where's my
towel?"

   "Right here," one of the crew answered, holding it out, "it fell off
back here."

   Carla eyed the man holding the towel suspiciously, wondering if he'd
played any part in her towel coming off, but seeing him blushing way more
than she was herself, she accepted his explanation and thanked him as he
handed it over to her.  She wrapped it tightly around herself while another
crew member held her wallet and phone, and accepted a hand from a crew
member on each side as she took the last few steps across the gravel.  Once
she reached the regular sidewalk she thanked her assistants and continued
on her way to her truck.

   Still shaking when she unlocked her truck, she took a minute to calm
down before starting it.  As much as she had been enjoying distracting the
workers, she hadn't had any intention of getting naked in their midst, and
certainly hadn't expected to be groped by a couple of them, even
accidentally.  When her pulse finally settled down she started the truck
and drove out of the parking lot, passing by the crew, who all waved as she
passed.  She returned their waves and smiled.

   Five minutes later, Carla was sitting in the area of the Target parking
lot reserved for customers picking up online orders.  She used the app to
let them know she was present, and just a few minutes later a teenage girl
walked up with a couple of bags.  Carla rolled her window down as the girl
came close.

   The girl looked slightly suspicious, not expecting to be making a
delivery to someone in a cargo truck, but came close enough to ask Carla
for her name.  Satisfied she was dealing with a legitimate customer she
walked up to the truck and asked to scan the UPC code on Carla's phone. 
Noticing Carla's unusual attire, the girl asked, "You going swimming or
something?"

   Taking the two bags one by one through the open window, Carla laughed as
she said, "Or something, definitely or something."

   "Okay then, have a nice day!" the girl said, then turned back toward the
store.  Carla checked the items in the two bags and found everything she
expected to in them.  She thought about getting dressed right there in the
truck but decided that being dressed eccentrically was less likely to cause
her more trouble than getting dressed in the cab of her truck in full view
of passersby, in broad daylight.  She drove away, heading for her hotel,
planning on getting into some of her new clothes in the privacy of her
room.

   On her way back to the hotel, she began to think having lunch first
would make more sense than making another trip after getting changed. 
"Going through the drive-through in just a towel might seem a bit odd," she
thought, "but it's 100% less outrageous than my last drive-through visit."
She was about to line up behind a few other cars at a Wendy's when she had
second thoughts, not looking forward to another meal eaten in her ratty
truck.  Before she left the parking lot it occurred to her that if her
towel and Crocs outfit had been good enough for her to hang out in the
hotel lobby, it would probably be acceptable in a Wendy's dining room.

   Other than the inevitable curious glances the staff and other patrons
directed her way, which she kind of enjoyed, her visit was uneventful. 
Carla wondered if everyone checking her out made the same assumption as the
girl at Target; she had to admit, based on what she was wearing, guessing
she was on her way to go swimming made sense.  Just having a towel at all
made her way more prepared to go for a dip than she had been yesterday at
the park.

   "I don't really have anything else going on this afternoon but watching
TV in my room, maybe I should go back to the park and see if I can find the
clothes I had to leave behind last night.  If nobody else is around, I
could even check out a couple more of the hot spring pools; I just need to
be sure to keep my clothes with me this time, and make sure to leave before
dark." she thought as she finished off her lunch.

   Carla found the park easily despite having been in a daze when she left
it the previous night.  She pulled in to park and frowned, thinking the
conditions for a clothes-free soak were far from ideal.  There were four
other vehicles already in the lot; if she couldn't have some privacy about
all this visit might be good for was retrieving the clothes she'd had to
abandon.

   She resigned herself to not being able to have a soak when she noticed
several dogs racing around the open field, with four people chatting and
tossing tennis balls for the dogs to chase.  She got out of her truck and
walked over to the sign listing the park's rules.  She smiled when she read
rule #5, which strictly prohibited taking dogs on the trails; it looked
like once she left the dogs and their owners behind by entering the trail
system, she could wear as much or as little as she'd like.

   "I probably should have tried to pick up a swimsuit at Target, but I
doubt they're even in stock this time of year," she said to herself, "this
should be fine, if I hear someone coming I'll just wrap the towel around
me."

   Carla strolled along the main trail, looking for the side trail and pool
where she'd left her clothes the day before.  She almost missed the spot
where she'd hung up her shorts and t-shirt; the two garments were no longer
hanging on the branch where she'd left them.  She saw both items resting in
a muddy puddle, so dirty they almost matched the color of the ground, and
guessed the storm that came through the night before must have blown them
down.  "Well, I'm definitely not going to be wearing these until I can do
some laundry, maybe never from the look of them now," she said.

   She didn't want the muddy clothes anywhere near the brand new outfit
she'd brought in one of the plastic Target bags.  Once she was done soaking
in today's choice of pools and had put on her new clothes, the muddy
clothes could be loaded into the bag; for the time being she left them
where they were, to be picked up on her way back.  She moved on to the
first pool she'd visited, the last place she'd seen yesterday's lingerie.
There was no sign of her bra and panties anywhere near the bench she'd left
them on, presumably also casualties of the storm.

   Carla shrugged at the loss of her undies and moved on along the trail,
passing by all the pools she'd enjoyed the day before.  She was more than
slightly tempted to pay another visit to the "Lookout" spot, but decided to
focus on spots she hadn't tried the day before.

   She found a trail map with the entire system and all the various pools
located.  Two spots had names that made her curious about them, "Cliffside"
and "Downpour", both a bit further along the main trail than she'd been
before.  She walked on, heading for "Downpour" not stopping anywhere along
the way, though she did slow down and take a look down the stairs leading
to "Lookout".  "Maybe on my way back," she said.

   As she neared "Downpour", Carla noticed the trail narrowing to a path
barely wide enough for a single hiker, with a rough rock face rising along
the left side of the trail to a height about 20 feet higher than the trail.
The pool was right next to the trail on the opposite side, with its water
arriving in a cascade off the top of the rock face, flying over the path
and splattering down into a fairly small pool.  The water seemed to splash
randomly, pushed around by the wind.

   She wasn't sure how the water would feel coming from such a height, but
Carla was definitely interested in finding out; she set her bag of clothing
down a safe distance from the splattering water and set up her phone to
take a video of her in the pool.  Looking and listening one last time for
any sign she wasn't on her own, she found none.  Satisfied the conditions
were right for a little nudity, she kicked off her Crocs and pulled her
towel off, folding it neatly and setting it down next to her phone.

   Carla stepped into the pool, which turned out to only be about knee-high
on her.  The irregular stream from above felt like a massage as it randomly
pelted her in different places.  She found that leaning in different
directions made the water feel more or less forceful, striking her directly
or glancing off her.  There was just one problem; while it may have been
hot when it bubbled up from the ground, the long drop cooled the water
considerably.

   Not really in the mood for a cold shower, Carla decided to move on,
hoping to find at least one more pool as satisfying as the last couple she
visited yesterday.  She slung her towel over one shoulder, put her shoes
on, picked up her phone and plastic bag full of clothing, and set out to
see what the "Cliffside" pool had to offer.

   When she reached the "Cliffside" pool, Carla was surprised in several
ways.  The pool was by far the largest she had seen in the park, at least
fifty feet long and twelve feet wide, and almost perfectly rectangular.  It
lived up to its name, with one of the long sides at ground level but the
other built up right at the edge of a cliff.  The drop beyond was about
sixty feet straight down to the river, with an opening in the middle of the
edge for water to spill out to keep the water level constant as the hot
springs continually added more.

   With no land beyond the pool's edge, the view across the river was
similar to the "Lookout" spot she'd been to the day before.  "At least I
won't be on display to people across the river if I get into the water,"
she said, "but if I walk around the edge I could be putting on quite a
show!"

   The thing was, she wasn't sure about actually getting in the water,
since it would mean sharing the pool with the man already in it doing laps!
Carla wrapped herself in her towel and stopped ten feet away from the pool
and watched the swimmer; her mouth dropped open in shock when she saw him
execute a precise flip turn, less because she wasn't expecting to see him
skillfully make a turn than because the flip made it clear he wasn't
wearing a suit!

   His switch from freestyle to backstroke after the turn confirmed his
nudity, as she could see a whole lot of dark pubic hair and a decent-sized
cock when he was on his back!  She was about to sneak away when he stopped,
looked up at her, and called out, "sorry, I didn't think anyone else was
around.  I prefer swimming naked if I can, but I'll put on my suit if you'd
like to share the pool."

   "No, I mean, it's okay, I don't care," she replied.

   "Great, thanks.  I've only got a few more laps to do today anyway," he
answered.

   "Ummm, do you?  Mind, I mean, if I don't have...I'm traveling and I
didn't pack one..."

   "Well, no, sure, not a problem," he replied, thinking to himself, "do I
mind if this hot chick gets naked?  Let me think...nope, I do not mind.  I
do not mind at all!"

   Carla slipped off her Crocs, set her bag of clothes down at the end of
the pool, fiddled with her phone a minute and motioned for the swimmer to
come closer.  He waded over in the waist-high water and asked what she
wanted.

   "Do you mind if I get a picture of you and send it to a friend?" she
asked.

   "So if I turn out to be a serial killer the police can find me?" he
answered, laughing.

   "Something like that; I know, I'm being weird, but being out here on my
own makes me a little nervous."

   "Nah, I get it; it's not a problem; my name is Justin, by the way, in
case you want to include that with the photo.  Am I good here in the water,
or do you want me standing up on the edge?" he asked, motioning to the rock
wall at the end of the pool.

   "Pleased to meet you, Justin.  I'm Carla.  If you wouldn't mind posing
up there, that would make you easier to pick out of a lineup, so sure, get
on up there!" she giggled, "and no cheating, keep your hands at your
sides!"

   He'd been so sure she would turn down his offer to let her take pictures
of him with nothing hidden he was briefly at a loss for words.  "My God,
how can she not know I was joking!" he thought.  He'd never been asked to
do anything like this before and was pretty flustered.

   His head was spinning as he tried to think of some way to back out
without looking like a wimp, then he had an inspiration, coming up with a
sure way to get her to drop the idea.  "But what if YOU are the serial
killer?" he asked with as much fake seriousness as he could muster, "I
think it's only fair that I should get to take the same sort of photos of
you!"

   His returning the challenge to her made Carla's pulse shoot up and
caused her to blush, but as much to her surprise as to his, she nodded her
head up and down, saying, "That does seem fair.  Do you mind if I take
yours first, since I've already got my phone out and you're already naked?"

   He couldn't think of a way to back out now without looking like a
coward, and since the terms of their bargain now included his getting to
photograph her in the nude, he didn't want to back out anyway.  He wasn't
really worried about her being dangerous, and wasn't going to send photos
of her to a friend; he was going to send these to ALL his friends!  Not
even one full semester of college removed from high school, he was sure
none of them had anything like this story to share!

   "That makes sense, I guess" he replied, hoisting himself up out of the
water and climbing up on the ground next to the long edge of the pool
farthest from the cliff.  Facing away from Carla, he asked, "How do you
want me?"

   "Oh, I can think of several good ways to have you," she whispered to
herself, but just told him," That's good for the first pose."

   "First pose?  Where was she going with this?" he wondered, immediately
letting his imagination run wild.

   She had dated a serious swimmer during her first year of college and
seeing this guy naked, she flashed back to how she had always enjoyed that
boyfriend's broad shoulders, powerful arms, and firm butt.  She snapped a
handful of shots, then told him, "Okay, Justin, turn around and face me. 
Remember, hands on hips!"

   Justin did as she asked.  Carla had a hard time not gasping when she saw
the hard-on Justin was now pointing in her direction, easily the biggest
dick she'd ever seen in person.  "Sorry, Carla, it's this situation,"
Justin said.

   "No need to apologize, it's okay, really," she replied, "but I was
thinking tasteful nude photos, not porn.  Can you, ah, make it go away?"

   "You mean jerk off so it goes down?  Honestly, I'm not sure, I've never
done that with anyone watching before." He wrapped his right hand around
his cock and began stroking it, slowly at first.

   Carla watched him stroking himself for a few minutes, her own pulse
rising, then asked him, "Would you like me to help?"

   "Ohhh, yeah" he grunted.

   She smiled and set her phone down, then stepped closer to him.  She
turned around and pulled the ends of her towel apart from each other. 
Holding one corner of the towel in each hand, she spread her hands out as
far as the towel allowed, not so much wearing it anymore as standing in
front of it.  She began lowering the towel, showing Justin her entire back,
then bit-by-bit her ass as well.  She flipped the towel over her head and
wrapped herself in it again, then spun around to face him, stretching the
towel out in front of her.  She began folding it, making it smaller and
smaller, revealing more of her body with each fold until only a narrow
strip of towel was left.

   Carla tossed the towel away as she spun around, letting him see every
bit of her body.  She tugged on her nipples and began sliding a couple of
fingers around her pussy, eventually dipping them into her soft, slick
inner folds.  She was feeling unmistakable signs that she was on her way to
an orgasm but saw that Justin, though jerking his dick for all he was
worth, was still not close to coming.

   Never stopping her own efforts to get off herself, she walked up to
Justin and said in a hoarse voice, "Let me give you a hand." With her one
free hand she pulled his right hand away from his cock, moving it to her
ass.  Taking over the stroking of his cock, she felt it jump; now he was
closer to coming than she was.  She leaned into him and whispered in his
ear, "I need your help, too.  Suck my nipples, and don't be gentle."

   Less than a minute later Carla heard him groan and felt his cock's
spasms just before feeling several blobs of warm sticky semen landing on
her belly and boobs.  Close to coming herself, the thought that everything
she and Justin had been doing would be easily visible if anyone across the
river happened to look this way brought her up to the edge.  Admitting to
herself that she actually hoped someone really was watching took her the
rest of the way there.  Her knees began to buckle, but Justin held her
upright.

   "Wow, I wasn't expecting that," Justin said a minute or so later, "any
of it."

   "Me either," Carla replied, standing on her own but still breathing
hard, "I hope it was a pleasant surprise; it was for me."

   "Pleasant?  That was fucking awesome!" he replied, "Do you still want to
take that picture?"

   "You bet," she said, walking over to where she'd set her phone down. 
She centered the naked hunk on the screen and told him to smile,
needlessly; he hadn't stopped smiling since the moment she wrapped her
fingers around his cock.  She took a few shots, then asked him, "Do you
still want to take some of me?"

   "Hell yeah!" he said, and jogged over to the far end of the pool to get
his phone, which was sitting on a rock bench along with his swim trunks and
a pair of sneakers.  Carla smiled, seeing he was a fellow light packer, not
really any kind of packer at all, since he had no bag of any kind.  "Shit!"
he shouted, "What a time to have no charge left!"

   Seeing how disappointed he was, and actually getting excited by the idea
of posing in the nude herself, she handed him her phone, saying, "Here,
take some with my phone and give me your email, I'll send them to you.  She
turned around a few times to let him take shots of every bit of her, making
sure to place herself so the opposite river bank was in the background
behind her.  She found being the subject of a naked photoshoot surprisingly
arousing, even more exciting than being behind the camera, and thoroughly
enjoyed her photo session.

   Once she was done posing for Justin, Carla began to worry about the
effect nude shots of her bouncing around the internet might have on her
future employment options.  As excited as he clearly was to be taking
photos of her, it would sadden her to deprive him of any photos she
wouldn't want her parents to see.

   Once Justin handed her phone back to her and gave her his email address
she sent him a half dozen photos, each showing full-frontal nudity and a
clear view of the model's face.  She was glad she wouldn't be around when
he got his phone charged enough to download the six photos, all of himself.
She included a tightly cropped copy of one of the photos he'd taken of her,
sending him an unobjectionable head and shoulders view.

   Justin and Carla had a bit of post-masturbation relaxation, lounging in
the pool.  He forgot about the remaining laps he had left to do, and she
had no place better to be at the moment, so they got to know a bit more
about each other.  They each told the other that what just happened between
them was way out of character.  Carla was surprised he was only eighteen;
she hadn't fooled around with any man that young since she was nineteen,
and wondered, "Does this make me a cougar?"

   Justin was surprised to hear that he'd just received a hand job from a
twenty-five year old woman!  He'd never so much as flirted with anyone more
than a year or so older than him before.  They both were thinking that, at
least for a hookup, being open to a wider range of partners had its
advantages, and each made a mental note to in future consider possibilities
they might not have done before today.

   Justin was the first to need to leave, telling Carla he needed to go
work his shift at Target.  She watched as he put on his trunks and
sneakers, then turned to get her new outfit out of the plastic bag she'd
set down at the side of the pool when she first arrived there.

   She was thinking about how she could do some sort of reverse striptease
for Justin with her new clothes.  She wasn't sure how to make putting on
the fairly generic khaki shorts and t-shirt sexy, but thought the matching
bra and panties were sheer enough and skimpy enough to hold his attention
as she began to get dressed.

   Figuring out how to make putting clothes on sexy turned out not to be a
problem.  She looked all around the spot where she'd set her bag down; it
wasn't that big an area, and she'd only been around that end of the pool
where she'd stripped, but the bag was nowhere to be found.  For that
matter, her beach towel had also gone missing, leaving her with nothing but
her Crocs and phone!

   "Hey, Justin, have you seen a medium-sized plastic Target bag anyplace?
And also, the towel I was wearing?  I can't find either one, and I need the
clothes in the bag, or at least the towel, to get back to my truck.  You
aren't pranking me, are you?" Carla asked, beginning to feel nervous.

   "Prank?  No, why would I do that?  I do remember noticing that you had a
bag with you when I first saw you, and I definitely remember you wearing,
then not wearing, the towel," he replied, "I doubt I'll ever forget that
towel!"

   "Where could it all have gone, this makes no sense at all." she said,
"There hasn't been anyone else here since I got here, so how can they have
just disappeared?" She cast a nervous glance at the entrance to the trail,
worried that someone else might show up before she could find her clothes.

   "Oh, man, I think I might know what happened," he said, "but if I'm
right, you're not going to like it."

   "Well, don't keep me in suspense," she shouted, "where the hell is my
stuff?"

   "It's just a theory, since I was focused on your striptease, not what
became of the towel, but if you hit the shopping bag hard enough with the
wadded up towel they could have both ended up in the pool."

   "Okay, I can see how that could happen, but they don't seem to be
floating around in the pool either," she answered.

   "That's the bad part.  If they DID get knocked into the pool and they're
not there anymore, they must have been carried by the current out and over
the spillway.  If that's what happened, all your stuff is in the river, on
the way to New Orleans." Justin said softly.  As a test, he picked up a
handful of leaves and tossed them into the pool near the place she'd
stripped; they did exactly what she feared her bag of clothes had done,
heading slowly but steadily towards the opening in the cliff side of the
pool, one by one disappearing through the gap.

   "Ohhhh, SHIT!" Carla shouted.  Several times, along with a few other
choice expressions.

   "I don't know why you would, but do you happen to have any clothes
stashed somewhere?" Justin asked.

   "No.  I have more in my truck, but I'd rather not walk through the open
field naked in broad daylight!" she grumbled.

   "I'd loan you something to wear if I had anything with me, but the
trunks I'm wearing are all I have; I have to stop at home to get dressed
for work,'' he apologized, "I'd offer to go buy you some, but I'm already
late for work and if I drove home, then to a store, bought you some
clothes, drove back here, brought the clothes back into the woods and then
went back into town to work, I'd be lucky to get any hours at all the next
few weeks."

   After a couple more apologies from Justin, Carla stopped him, saying, "I
get it, you'd like to help, but can't.  Just go, so I can think.  Go on."
He turned and began running up the trail, and was out of sight in less than
a minute, leaving her alone, a little bit frightened and very angry.  Angry
at Justin for leaving her, and even more angry at herself for getting
herself into this situation.

   Her self-directed anger increased exponentially when she realized, less
than three minutes after he'd left her, that she could have asked Justin to
get her other clothes from her truck and bring them to her just inside the
woods.  "Too late now, the way he was running, he's probably already in his
car." she grumbled, "Great fucking job, Carla."

   Carla tried and tried to think of a way to get past the dog walkers,
class picnics, guys throwing a frisbee around, or whoever else she could
imagine might be in the open field between her naked self and the clothing
waiting in her truck.  Nothing came to her, other than doing a totally
bare-assed streak in full view of whoever happened to be around

   After all she'd had happen the last couple of days, she thought having
to sprint across a couple hundred yards in the nude wouldn't be the end of
the world; she imagined that for the right type of spectators she might
even enjoy making that run!  But running into, for example, a class of
pre-school kids on a field trip?  That might be a good way to get arrested.

   Carla walked up the main trail until she was near the field.  Peeking
out from behind a tree, she tried to check out what sort of park users were
out there.  She couldn't tell for sure whether a few guys kicking a soccer
ball around near her route were high-school age or possibly a few years
older, but lacking any better idea she decided to go for it, psyching
herself up to do the risky streak.  She was about to run out on the field
when a possible solution came into her mind, one which at least wouldn't
land her in jail.

   Carla hustled back to the spot where the shorts and shirt she left
behind yesterday were steeping in a mud puddle.  There was no way she was
going to wear them in their current condition, but she had an unlimited
supply of hot water available, so she thought she ought to be able to get
them into a wearable state, maybe still a bit dirty, but good enough to
make it back to her truck.

   She gingerly plucked the filthy garments out of the puddle, holding them
at arm's length with her thumb and index finger, and set out for the pool
she thought most capable of blasting the ground in mud out of the fabric,
returning to "Lookout." Carla wondered if any warehouse workers would be on
break at the opposite riverbank when she got there.

   Once she reached "Lookout", Carla set her phone down a safe distance
from the steamy water pouring out of the pipe above the pool, she didn't
think at all about any possible spectators, instead going right to work on
her muddy clothes.  She stood just outside the sheet of hot water with her
back to the river and held both shorts and shirt in the stream.  Pulling
them out a minute or two later, she decided the shorts were going to need
extra work and dropped them at her feet, to be concentrated on once she had
finished working on her shirt.

   She soaked and wrung out the shirt several times, finally satisfied that
it at least wouldn't get her filthy just by putting it on.  She moved on to
the shorts, which were at least as muddy, and also had dirt ground in, like
someone had stepped on them in the puddle.  The ground in mud combined with
the heavier fabric to make the shorts need a lot more time being rinsed in
the hot waterfall.  Carla rinsed, rubbed and wrung out the shorts at least
a half dozen times before deciding that they weren't going to get any
cleaner without access to a washing machine and some detergent, and gave
them one last rinse.

   Carla put on her shirt first; being sopping wet made it a challenge, but
even allowing for that, it seemed to her that the thin white shirt was way
more clingy than usual.  She used her phone to snap a selfie of herself,
which confirmed her hunch that the hot water had shrunk her shirt, making
it much tighter than it used to be.  And much shorter; where the bottom
edge of the shirt used to cover the waistband of her shorts, it now was
just below her belly button!  "Oh, well, it just has to keep me decent
enough to make it to my truck," she reminded herself.

   The shorts were more of a problem; Carla could tell before they were
halfway up her thighs that getting them all the way on was unlikely.  A
pretty snug fit before being repeatedly subjected to the hot water, they
now were even tighter and even shorter.  For the fairly short trip from the
edge of the woods to her truck, she could have lived with them being
skintight; the deal-breaker was the fact that even if she could somehow
have pulled them up high enough to cover more than the lower half of her
ass, she'd still have needed tools and maybe an assistant or two for the
button at the zipper to get anywhere near its buttonhole.

   There was nothing to be done; the obscenely low riding position of the
shorts, combined with the way the zipper absolutely would not budge from
its lowest, wide-open position, created a huge opening just where an
opening could not be accepted.  "These are probably worse than no shorts at
all," Carla thought, "They practically scream, 'Hey, look at my pussy!',
not to mention leaving most of my ass on display!" She knew she'd have to
find some other way to cover herself.

   Once she accepted that wearing the shorts was out of the question, Carla
turned her attention back to her shirt, trying to think of some way of
making her only available garment cover enough of her body to avoid her
getting into any more trouble.  Stretching the hem at the bottom edge of
the shirt down as hard as she could brought it down to the upper edge of
her pubes; if she could somehow shift the whole garment six inches or so
lower, everything which needed to be covered would be.  She had an idea of
how to make it happen and decided to give it a try.

   If she'd had a decent pair of scissors, the alterations to her shirt
would have taken less than a minute; between hunting for a stone with a
sharp enough edge to cut the fabric and making the necessary cuts, they
took Carla at least half an hour.  She peeled the damp shirt off and set it
down on a flat stone.  Kneeling on the ground while using the sharp-edged
stone, she made a small tear at what seemed like a safe distance below her
boobs, then peeled the shirt off and set it down on a stone.

   Using the small cut she'd made as a guide, she cut a line all the way
around the shirt, turning the much-abused shirt into a two-piece outfit,
consisting of a tight crop-top and a very loose mini-skirt.  Trying both
pieces on confirmed her suspicion that while the top would stay put, the
skirt would slide off before she'd taken five steps.  She let it drop off
and knelt next to it one more time, slicing an inch wide band off the top
edge to act as a belt and making a few vertical slices near the top of the
skirt to serve as belt loops.

   Carla nervously got into her oddball outfit, thinking that improper as
it was, it probably provided enough cover to keep her legally covered as
she walked to her truck.  One more selfie settled her fears, though it
showed that she had miscalculated a bit in her initial cut separating the
top from the skirt, exposing a fair amount of underboob.  She decided that
she was unlikely to get arrested while wearing her creation and thought,
"It's actually kind of a hot look, like some sort of 'sexy castaway'
costume.  I just have to get invited to the right Halloween party!"

   Carla decided to have one last visit to the "Lookout" shower, partly to
get her makeshift outfit damp to cling to her better during her walk to her
truck, but at least partially because she loved the feeling of the deluge
of steamy water pouring down over her.  She'd been so focused on working on
her clothing that she'd completely forgotten to look across the river to
see if she'd gained an audience today.  She was excited to see that despite
spending less time totally naked during today's visit, there were even more
people watching her from the warehouse parking lot than yesterday!

   Seeing her growing fan club, it occurred to her that during most of the
time she'd spent in that area today in the nude she'd probably been hard to
see, either standing with her back to them while washing her clothing or
kneeling off to the side while working on her outfit.  Certain that this
would be the last time she'd be in this spot, she felt like rewarding their
loyalty with something more memorable than seeing her showering while
wearing a top and a skirt, however brief those two garments were.

   Once she'd decided to put on some kind of show for her fans one last
time, Carla knew she wanted to do something really sexy, though she wasn't
sure about actually stripping in front of so many people.  In the last
twenty-four hours, she'd been both covered and completely naked in front of
a crowd, but somehow the idea of actually performing a striptease in front
of so many spectators still scared her.

   Facing across the river with the curtain of falling water behind her,
she waved to the crowd, making sure they knew that she knew she was being
watched, and whatever she did next was meant for their eyes.  Seeing most
of the crowd return her wave made her shudder, but also made her want to
perform for them even more.  Still not sure what to do next, she decided to
just wing it.

   Looking straight at her fans, she began to sway with her arms above her
head.  She turned around slowly, one full circle, then halfway around
again. She brought her hands down and put them both under her skirt,
squeezing her ass under the damp fabric.  Hearing some whistling and
cheering from across the river, she blushed, but answered their cheers by
flipping the hem up for a few seconds, giving the crowd a brief but good
look at her ass before letting the hem drop back down.

   Turning to face her admirers, she did what she could to extend her show.
She stepped back briefly under the hot waterfall, then came forward, her
top nearly transparent.  She cupped her boobs through the fabric, as if she
was offering them to her audience, then slipped her hands under the bottom
edge of her top.  She tugged hard on her nipples, raising the hem of her
top enough to completely reveal her boobs below her nipples.  Feeling
herself getting wet in a way unrelated to the hot water streaming behind
her, she took her hands away and let the top settle back in place.

   Seeing the crowd still growing, now at least forty strong and getting
larger by the minute, she felt a shiver as she thought about how many
people were watching her, every last one hoping to see her strip!  Carla
wished she had more clothes on, so even if she couldn't make herself strip
completely, she could still extend her tease, keeping her audience in
suspense as long as possible.  She tried not to think too much about it,
but knew she was as much in suspense as her fans about how this act was
going to end.

   She could actually hear a few of the loudest voices coming from across
the river.  It was easy to make out what they were saying, their message
simple and repeated, "STRIP!  STRIP!  STRIP.!" She toyed with them a
little, theatrically cocking her head and raising her hand to her ear. 
Amazingly enough, the chant coming from across the river became even
louder! She raised her hands to cover her face, and shook her head, as if
she was shocked to hear the crowd calling for her to strip naked.  She
resisted the urge building in her to just rip off what little she was
wearing, forcing herself to tease her audience, and maybe herself, at least
a little while longer.

   She turned her back to them again, flipping her skirt up the way she had
before, but this time she massaged her ass in full view of the audience,
and for a lot longer.  "I still haven't actually stripped anything off yet,
but they seem to like my performance well enough," she thought, listening
to the crowd's reaction.  She crossed her arms below her boobs and gripped
the bottom of her improvised top.  Looking back over her shoulder, she
lifted the top slightly, just an inch or so.  The roar from her audience
made her pulse jump; she repeated the process, raising her top one more
inch.  Another roar, louder yet, set her heart pounding even harder.

   Carla knew she didn't have much outfit left to tease with; she could
feel the edge of her top brushing up against her nipples.  She decided she
could get away with one last bit of teasing before moving on to some other,
as yet unknown method of tormenting her fans...and herself.  Still with her
back to her audience, she raised her top another couple of inches, well
above her nipples, then a few more, completely uncovering her boobs, back
and shoulders.  "Time to let the top drop back in place so I can turn
around," she thought, still enjoying the crowd's reaction.

   "Or not.."she said out loud, as her hands continued lifting her top. 
When Carla felt the ragged edge of her top sliding up over her chin she
paused, telling herself "this is so wrong!  I'm not really a stripper!"
Whatever reservations she still had about about blatantly stripping for the
pleasure of the dozens of strangers urging her on, her hands were now
taking their orders from a different part of her psyche.

   "I suppose stripping this one time doesn't really make me a stripper,"
Carla sighed, nervous but excited as she lifted her top in one slow motion
the rest of the way off and over her head.  She turned to face her fans,
making no effort at all to hide her boobs!  She twirled the ragged top
around a few times, then tossed it to a safe resting place beyond the side
of the pool.

   Having finally granted herself the freedom to shamelessly enjoy this
one-time-only honorary stripper experience, Carla took full advantage of
the possibilities for exciting her fans available to her now that she was
topless.  She danced wildly, shook and mashed her boobs together, pulled on
her nipples, and one by one lifted her nipples up to lick and suck on them.

   Carla guessed at least some of the crowd across the river were imagining
doing all the same things with her, or maybe to her; she certainly was
imagining the same thing herself.  With so many men in her audience, there
were bound to be a few hot ones, so she felt she was being realistic as she
closed her eyes and imagined the rough hands of some hunky warehouse worker
doing to her what she was doing to herself.

   Her eyes were still closed, and her mouth was still standing in for a
muscular fork-lift driver in her fantasy, licking her right nipple exactly
the way she liked!  Carla's left hand reached for the bow holding her
rough-hewn t-shirt belt tied at her left hip.  She had her eyes closed, but
her fans definitely had theirs wide open, watching as she undid the bow. 
Her skirt dropped slightly, but stubbornly hung on to her hips, even when
her hand moved on from the bow, sliding under the waistline at the front of
her skirt.

   Her audience could see that her hand had disappeared under her skirt,
but was too distant to see clearly what it was doing there.  They had no
idea that Carla was now imagining some idealized version of one of them
running his fingers up one side of her outer pussy lips and down the other
a few times, then dipping one finger between her juicy inner lips.

   "Or is that a tongue I'm feeling down there?" she wondered, "How could
it be a tongue, when there's already a mouth teasing one of my nipples? 
Did this turn into a threesome?"

   She heard a woman's voice whispering in her ear, "Just go with it,
sweetie.  It's your fantasy, it can go any which way you want it to,"

   Letting herself get lost in her fantasy, Carla pushed her real-world
skirt off her hip, clearing the way for the person going down on her in her
imagination, who she finally recognized.  Her audience cheered louder and
louder as the skirt slid lower and lower, pausing briefly as it got hung up
on the hand exploring her pussy's soft, wet, inner lips.  Her skirt finally
fell away, landing at Carla's feet.  The crowd was spellbound as she began
panting, her chin dropped to her chest and she shook all over, clearly
having an orgasm.

   Carla's fantasy reunion with a college friend who she'd had a surprising
but brief crush on during her freshman year ended as quickly as it had
begun, as the muffled sounds and tunnel vision she experienced as she
approached and passed through her orgasm eventually gave way to the sound
of several dozen people cheering!

   She opened her eyes, surprised to find her skirt bunched up at her feet.
"God, maybe I really am a stripper!" As the crowd roared she broke out in a
grin, took a bow, waved a few more times and blew her audience several
kisses.  After getting back into her clothes, she made one more visit to
the sheet of hot water to clean up both her outfit and herself.

   She slipped her feet back into her Crocs and picked up her phone.  After
one final wave to her fans, she started up the steps to get back on the
trail and make her way back to her truck.  As she walked along the trail,
she wondered where the idea of her long-ago crush going down on her had
come from; one unexpected but memorable drunken make-out session during her
freshman year had been the nearest the two of them had ever come to any
actual sex.  She wondered why this particular fantasy had been where her
imagination was taking her when she came in front of forty or fifty howling
spectators.  "I wonder what Kerry's been up to," she wondered, "I haven't
seen her since her wedding.  Maybe I should look her up..."

   As she approached the end of the trail, Carla paused to see who she was
about to treat to a look at her in her improvised top and skirt; just a few
dog walkers at the far end of the park and the ten or twelve guys still
kicking a soccer ball around near the path to her truck.  She stepped away
from the woods and headed for her truck, adjusting her route a bit to avoid
walking straight through the group of soccer players.  Despite her still
wet clothes making her look like a refugee from a wet t-shirt contest, she
found herself almost hoping they were high school kids, not because she
wanted to flaunt her body to a bunch of teens, but because of how much work
she'd done to come up with a way to be at least sort of well covered just
in case they were underage.

   When one of their kicks sent the ball near her, she finally got a close
look at one of the group.  "Definitely no high school kid," she thought,
"he looks to be at least as old as me.  There are no minors here, I could
have just streaked to my truck and avoided all that work making this stupid
outfit!  I doubt they'd have complained," she chuckled.  Seeing the
appreciative look the player fetching the ball gave her, she thought, "I
suppose it's not too late.  I could drop my clothes in about three seconds,
and be at the door to my truck twenty seconds later.  These guys would be
so surprised!"

   Her left hand had already found its way to the tie keeping her skirt in
place and was beginning to pull it loose when she noticed a small school
bus pull in to the parking lot and park right next to her truck.  Letting
go of the strip of fabric, she shuddered at the thought of what she'd
almost done, thinking, "If I'd started ten seconds earlier or the bus had
arrived ten seconds later..." She walked more slowly than before but kept
heading for her truck, trying to balance keeping a little distance between
her and her thin, damp, way too brief outfit and whatever age school kids
were on the bus, and leaving the leering soccer players behind.

   Slowing to a crawl as she began to think she was getting too close to
the bus, she saw the door swing open and the driver step out.  The wiry
white-haired man left the door open behind him as he hustled to the Men's
room, but paused when he spotted Carla and called out to her, "Are you
alright?  Do you need a lift?"

   Puzzled by the unexpected offer, Carla replied, "No, I'm good, that's my
truck you parked next to.  Even if I did need a ride, I don't imagine the
school district would like the kids on your bus sharing space with me,
dressed the way I am."

   "No, they definitely would not, and my wife wouldn't exactly be pleased,
either, but you look a little...unprepared," he chuckled, "and since I've
already dropped off the last of the little monsters for the day, that
wouldn't have been a problem." He continued on his way to the bathroom;
having been told that the bus was empty, Carla walked to the passenger side
of her truck, unlocked it and dumped the contents of the large Target bag
on the seat.  As she looked over the options available to her for getting
dressed, she thought about how the elderly bus driver had asked her if she
was okay, looking out for her, a complete stranger.  She had an idea, which
by the time the driver returned had been turned into a plan.

   "Excuse me," she said when he returned, "I don't need a ride, but if you
can spare a few minutes I could use some help."

   "What sort of help," he replied warily.

   "Nothing too complicated.  As you can see, I'm not really dressed
properly to be able to get out of the truck once I'm in town, forget about
walking through the lobby at my hotel like this."

   "I can see how that might be a problem," he said, climbing back up into
the driver's seat, smiling, "but what do you want my help with?"

   "Nothing big, I promise.  I've got normal clothes here, I just need to
get dressed.  The cab of my truck is too cramped, and the restroom is
pretty foul.  If you just keep your bus parked for a few more minutes,
right where you have already have it, my truck, its open door, and your bus
could combine to make a pretty well-screened space where I could get
dressed without feeling like the whole world was watching."

   "I just have to not drive away?  I guess I can manage that," he laughed,
"But the sun makes it kind of hot in here if I'm not rolling, do you mind
if I sit on the bottom step at the door?"

   "It's your bus, I don't see why not," Carla said, as she pulled her top
off and tossed it into her truck.  She crossed the short distance between
them, held out her right hand and introduced herself, "Hi.  I'm Carla, and
you can sit wherever you're comfortable."

   "Pleased to meet you, Carla, my name is Roy," he answered, his
expression breaking into a goofy grin, "You do know I can see you, right?"

   "I sure hope you can, being a bus driver.  If it bothers you I'll put
something on, but I was hoping to be able to dry off before getting
dressed."

   Not hearing anything like a complaint from her one-man audience, she
undid the bow holding her skirt up and let the damp piece of cloth drop to
the ground.  She slipped her feet out of her Crocs, then bent down to
collect the skirt and shoes, tossing them all into the truck with her top.
"Mmmm, that feels so much better!" she said, "all that soggy clothing was
getting really annoying."

   "You're really more comfortable being naked with some geezer you just
met watching you than you were when you were dressed?" he asked doubtfully.

   "Well, I wasn't dressed by much before, and you seem like a gentleman,
so, yeah.  I mean, sure I'm a little bit embarrassed, but I was already
embarrassed before, and now at least I'm drying off."

   "With a figure like yours, you've got nothing to be embarrassed about.
You're a true beauty, Miss Carla," Roy replied.

   "See, I can handle being naked, but compliments, those make me blush,"
she said, pointing to her rosy face, "but thanks, you're very kind." She
picked up a pair of shorts from the pile of new clothing and began pulling
the price tags and stickers off.

   "You'll ruin those shorts before you ever get to wear them that way,"
Roy said, "If you'd like I can cut the tags off with my penknife."

   "Great, thanks a lot!" Carla said, handing the shorts over to him, "I
should carry something like that."

   "First you'll need a pocket!" Roy joked.

   "Very funny, smartass.  Besides, I do have pockets now," she said,
taking the shorts back and holding them up in front of her, "What do you
think?"

   "I much prefer you without the shorts, but I suppose you need to wear
clothes once in a while," Roy grumbled, "any more work for me?"

   "Actually, I've got a bunch more clothing in the truck, all with those
darn plastic tie thingies," she replied, "if you've got the time!"

   "Sweetie, for you I'll make time.  What's next?"

   "Your choice, tops or lingerie?" Carla asked, holding some of each up
for his inspection.

   "Let's start with that button-down chambray shirt."

   "Okay," Carla said, "but I think it only had this price sticker on it,
so I don't think there's anything for you to do." She tried the gauzy blue
shirt on, but didn't bother fastening any buttons, then moved closer to him
and twirled around to prove that it was already free of the hated plastic
ties.

   "I think you overlooked something," he said, smiling, "but if you just
stand still I'll take care of it for you." Carla still didn't see what he
was talking about, but nodded and stepped close enough for him to reach any
tag or tie dangling from the shirt.  She stood still, but couldn't help
jerking slightly when she felt several of Roy's fingers sliding across her
belly, inside her shirt.  Though surprised, she didn't object.

   When she felt the rogue hand moving up the underside of her right
breast, on the verge of reaching her nipple, she finally interrupted,
demanding, "dude, what exactly are you looking for?"

   "This!" he said triumphantly, flipping the right side of her shirt
completely off her breast, revealing, besides her breast, a small piece of
plastic where a tag might have been at one time.  "May I?" he asked,
holding up his knife.

   "Uhhh, okay, but please be careful!" she pleaded, warily eyeing the
too-small distance between the tiny bit of plastic and her nipple.  Her
worries didn't last long, as Roy expertly sliced off the plastic tab
without coming anywhere near doing any damage to either her or her shirt.
She breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled his knife away and drew her
shirt closed.  The feeling she had while watching Roy trimming away the
plastic had been unsettling, unlike anything she'd ever experienced, but
she vowed to never again willingly let anyone use a knife so close to her
unprotected flesh.





   Carla's vow left Roy nothing to do but trim tags and ties off clothing
not currently being worn, but she did reward his efforts by modeling some
of her skimpier lingerie once he was finished with them.  Hanging out just
a few feet in front of him almost naked was making her as horny as she
presumed it did him, but between Roy being three times Carla's age and his
having a spouse waiting for him at home, neither one of the odd couple
expected much of anything but the flirting and teasing they'd already been
doing to happen.  Standing in front of him while wearing only the last
items in her impromptu lingerie fashion show, a mostly sheer bra and thong
set, she said, "Sadly, I think it's time I was going."

   "As you are?" Roy asked, one eyebrow raised.  Something about the way he
said it made it sound like a dare; she had planned on being fully, even
conservatively dressed for her return to town, but those good intentions
were left behind in a heartbeat now that she'd been challenged.

   "Why, no, of course not," she replied, peeling off her bra, "I'm pretty
sure driving while barefoot is illegal." She put her Crocs on and walked up
to him.

   He handed her the last piece of clothing he'd worked on, an extra-long
flannel button-down shirt, and said, "Then I guess you might want this
right now too,"

   "Not right now," she said, "but in a pinch it could be just the thing. I
think I'll keep it in the glovebox, to be used in case of an emergency."
She gave Roy a hug, whispering in his ear, "Thanks for all your help, I'm
glad I met you..."

   Roy answered, "Same here, sweetie, be careful out there," and returned
the hug.

   "Always!" she replied as she climbed up into her truck, looking forward
to getting back to her hotel room, turning in early, and making a nice
early start on the next leg of her journey.




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