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 �>�Caroline's Naked Ride by Kelsey

   FOREWORD

   Based on true events, this is the story of a young woman -(TM)s first
experience of public nudity at a World Naked Bike Ride, which inspired her
increasingly daring adventures. 

   Caroline's Naked Ride -- Preparations

   CHAPTER ONE  -" PREPARATIONS

   Caroline dropped into her seat a little breathless from running to her
London-bound train and securing her bicycle.  She -(TM)d had a bit too much
wine on the beach and was feeling somewhat giddy.

   'I can -(TM)t believe I did it!' she thought to herself.  'I can -(TM)t
believe I -(TM)ve been cycling around Brighton undressed!' She looked down
at the high-visibility green T-shirt and black running shorts she had put
back on and marvelled that they had spent most of the afternoon tucked away
in her panier.  Even her below-the-shoulder blonde hair was free of her
usual cycle helmet as her mind went back over the remarkable events of the
day.

   She had arrived in Brighton by train from London late that morning and
found her friends Becky and Prudence waiting in front of the station with
their bicycles.  Becky, the taller of the two, was a striking beauty with
long, Pre-Raphaelite locks of coppery red hair and a mischievous twinkle in
her green eyes.  She wore a long, flowing sundress that showed off a slim
figure that was curvy where it should be.  This whole thing was her crazy
idea, as she was always the one in the group daring enough to try something
outrageous  -" nothing dangerous or disgraceful, of course, but daring
within the girls -(TM) sheltered realm of experience.  By contrast,
Prudence was reserved and restrained.  Her no-nonsense straight, mid-back
length black hair, conservative clothes and general demeanour fit her more
cautious and conventional outlook on life.  Next to most girls other than
Caroline and Becky, she would stand out as pretty, but in their company (as
she had been for three years at university), although definitely attractive
and with a good figure, she was often overlooked  -" but that -(TM)s
usually the way she wanted it.  She thought this idea was crazy but, as
always seemed to be the case, she went along with Becky -(TM)s persistent
urging.

   They all gave out friendly squeals and began hugging each other, before
finally slipping into a big, three-way hug.

    -�I can -(TM)t believe we haven -(TM)t seen you for a whole year! -�
Becky said to Caroline as Prudence nodded.  The three former flatmates had
all finished university up north together just before the last summer. 
Becky and Prudence found jobs and moved into a flat together in Brighton,
while Caroline had found her dream job in London at a large company in the
travel industry.  It was just a desk job, but she hoped it might eventually
lead to opportunities for travel.  She had been lucky enough to find a cosy
flat in Southwest London just north of the Thames that was just about
affordable if she shared it with a friend.  Though London and Brighton were
less than an hour apart by train and the girls often thought about meeting
up, they had all been really busy that first summer with their new jobs and
lives, and once the weather turned colder they kept putting off plans until
nicer weather came.  At last, it was a glorious Sunday in early June and
the sun was shining.

    -�And I can -(TM)t believe what -(TM)s brought us together again.  I
-(TM)m so excited, I can -(TM)t wait! -� replied Caroline.

    -�Well, I think it -(TM)s crazy, but Becky insisted.  It was all her
idea, -� grumbled Prudence.

    -�Oh, don -(TM)t be a grouch, silly, -� said Becky.   -�Anyway, we all
agreed we won -(TM)t be showing anything in our underwear, so lighten up
and enjoy the view! -� Prudence playfully slapped Becky -(TM)s shoulder.

    -�Yeah, what on earth were you thinking of, Becky?  Why the WBRN, or
whatever it is? -� asked Caroline. 

    -�WNBR  -" World Naked Bike Ride.  I can -(TM)t believe you haven
-(TM)t heard of it before.  There was a huge ride in London yesterday  -"
over a thousand cyclists.  You should have gone. -�

    -�In London?  You must be mad.  What if someone I knew from work saw
me? What if Mike found out?  I -(TM)m glad to be where no one knows me  -"
except you two. -�

    -�Oh, don -(TM)t make such a big deal about it.  And Mike needs to
loosen up on the reins a little, -� replied Becky.

   Though Caroline definitely had mixed feelings about the idea of cycling
with a bunch of naked people, she agreed with Becky -(TM)s last remark. 
Mike had been Caroline -(TM)s boyfriend since their second year at
university, and he would not have been pleased to know what the girls were
planning to do.  He had made it clear long ago that he did not like
Caroline to wear revealing clothes, and at his insistence she always wore a
conservative one-piece bathing costume at the pool or beach.  He didn
-(TM)t even like it if she wore a skirt shorter than mid-thigh (except for
tennis, of course).

    -�What Mike doesn -(TM)t know won -(TM)t hurt him, -� said Caroline.  
-�But why on earth did you think I would go along with this, Becky? -�

    -�Well, you always go on about how cycling is the only way to get
around.  This is all about promoting awareness of cyclists.  What could be
more visible than three gorgeous naked babes on bicycles cycling all over
Brighton? -�

    -�No way, Becky, -� interrupted Prudence.   -�We agreed on bras and
knickers. -�

    -�Yeah, I meant figuratively naked.  And I -(TM)m sure we -(TM)ll still
be noticeable even with lots of others literally naked. -�

   A tiny part of Caroline was actually a little disappointed they were all
to wear underwear for the ride.  It was still only a tiny part, but this
was quite a change from Caroline -(TM)s first reaction to Becky -(TM)s
suggestion, which had been utter shock.  There was no way, she felt, that
nice girls like them could ever be NAKED in public.  It was only a small
consolation when Becky explained that total nudity was not required and
that many cycled in their underwear.  It was typical that Becky would be up
for something that daring, but not Caroline.  In the weeks that followed
the wild suggestion, though, Caroline found herself thinking more and more
about it, and the more she thought about, the more she found something
strangely appealing about the idea.

   It wasn -(TM)t so much that Caroline actually wanted to expose herself
in underwear (and actual nudity was of course out of the question), it
-(TM)s that it represented the opposite of what she had always been told
and expected to do.  All her life, she -(TM)d been told to do well in
school, dress and behave properly, work hard in university and get a good
job.  She -(TM)d done all that without question, but now she was on her
own, living her own life and tired of being told what to do  -" and
especially of being told what not to do.  It wasn -(TM)t just Mike that
exerted pressure on how she dressed; her parents were also quite
strait-laced about that sort of thing, and growing up Caroline had just
gleaned from them that nice girls didn -(TM)t wear short skirts,
form-fitting or revealing clothes.  While she had never really felt a
desire to push those particular boundaries, it didn -(TM)t seem fair that
just as she was stretching out on her own and being independent of her
parents, she was restrained by the equally prudish Mike.  She stuck with
him  -" in fact, Mike had left a flat he shared with some of his Rugby
buddies and moved into Caroline -(TM)s flat when her first flatmate moved
out a few months before  -" in part because as her first and only lover,
she hadn -(TM)t known anything else, but also because what he seemed to
expect of her was no different from what she had always just assumed she
was meant to be.  She had never really explored any other ways she might
be, let alone how she wanted to be.

   So when Becky suggested the three girls all do the Brighton World Naked
Bike Ride, after the initial shock, Caroline began wondering what it would
feel like to do something so completely unexpected.  It was in a good
cause, and one that Caroline was eager to support, and Becky was adamant
that it had nothing to do with sex or titillation.  It wasn -(TM)t cycling
naked that was indecent; it was overdependence on oil and inadequate
provisions for safe cycling as an altogether better and cleaner
alternative. When Caroline added in the fact that it would be exercising
independence from a lifetime of edicts from her parents and Mike, she began
to love the idea.  She even caught herself thinking about cycling naked in
public and sensing a fleeting flush of excitement, before being overcome
with fear.  She was terrified at the thought of being naked in public, but
she also undeniably found something about the idea intriguing and exciting.
She was confused by the conflicting feelings, but nonetheless, she was
inexplicably drawn to Becky -(TM)s suggestion.  She even hoped that Becky
would actually insist the girls all ride naked, as that would take
responsibility for the decision out of Caroline -(TM)s hands, but she knew
there was no way Prudence would go along with that.  So she had felt a
tinge of disappointment at the decision to wear bras and knickers, but an
even greater sense of relief  -" at first.  Later, she realised that she
actually found the fear of being naked in public was itself part of the
excitement, and she even began to worry that cycling in underwear would
feel too safe and unadventurous.  As the day had drawn near, she alternated
between one feeling and the other before finally deciding on what she hoped
would be the perfect compromise.

    -�So anyway, which way do we go?  We -(TM)ve got all day to catch up,
but we don -(TM)t need to do it standing here, -� said Caroline, impatient
with excitement  -" and a little fear.

    -�Come on  -" follow me, -� shouted Becky as she struck out on her
bicycle while Caroline and Prudence hurried to catch up.

   In only a few minutes, they arrived at The Level, a large open park
where the riders were assembling.  There were already several hundred
people there, milling around a large green temporary fence enclosure. 
Some, mostly older men, were wandering around outside the fence stark
naked. Caroline and Becky exchanged an amused look, while Prudence just
rolled her eyes.  Curious to know what the green enclosure was all about,
Caroline led the others to the tented entrance and asked.

    -�That -(TM)s the body painting and privacy area.  Go right in, -� said
a young, naked woman behind the table at the entrance.

    -�Body painting  -" yay! -� said Becky.

    -�Privacy  -" yay! -� mimicked Prudence.  The three girls wheeled their
bicycles in and leaned them against a pile of others and went to look
around.  Though most people inside the fence were still dressed, many were
naked or most of the way there.  There were more older men than the girls
had expected, but there were also lots and lots of younger men and women,
naked or partially dressed.  There were groups of friends of both sexes
casually chatting with each other while some were in shorts, some women
topless, and some as naked as the day they were born.  No one seemed to
notice or mind.

   Caroline noticed, though.  She had never seen an adult penis other than
Mike -(TM)s, and she flushed a little at the sight of so many casually on
display.  She knew in theory that they came in all shapes and sizes, but
was astounded to see just how different they all were in person.  She
spotted one that seemed enormous  -" much bigger than Mike -(TM)s.  She saw
some that looked tiny and shrivelled, others that looked stubby, but some,
she found herself thinking, that looked much nicer than Mike -(TM)s, which
she had always thought looked funny.  She just thought that all of them
must look the way Mike -(TM)s did, as she -(TM)d never seen any others in
the flesh, and she hadn -(TM)t even really seen many pictures.  In school,
when the other girls sometimes gathered round at pyjama parties to look at
pictures of naked men that one or another of them had found, Caroline
always turned up her nose at their immature gawping and giggling.  She
fancied herself more grown up than they were, but the fact of the matter
was that she -(TM)d been a late bloomer, and apparently her hormones hadn
-(TM)t kicked in as soon as the others.  By the time she was actually
curious herself about penises, her friends were beyond that.  So this was
her first good opportunity to see what real penises actually looked like 
-" and she was amazed.  One in particular stood out, perhaps because its
owner was very similar to Mike in stature and build.  He was very fit and
athletic, with well-defined but not excessively big muscles, and in place
of Mike -(TM)s funny looking, slightly lopsided penis, this fellow -(TM)s
was smooth, beautifully-proportioned and circumcised  -" she -(TM)d
certainly never seen that before.  While it looked somewhat bigger than
Mike -(TM)s, it seemed neither too big nor too small.  As this man -(TM)s
penis and testicles gently swayed gently as he walked across the enclosure,
they just seemed perfectly proportioned to his body.  It had never occurred
to Caroline that a man -(TM)s genitals could be simply  -- beautiful.  Mike
-(TM)s penis, by comparison, seemed crooked, veiny and wrinkled  -" not
pretty at all to look at.  Caroline did not like to think too much about
his testicles at all.  Perhaps that -(TM)s why he never liked being naked
at home with the lights on, or perhaps he was just too uptight about
nudity. In any event, Caroline caught herself wondering how all these
various penises (and one in particular) changed when they were  -- aroused.
Then, when she realised how flustered she was getting, she stopped herself
and joined her two friends, who had wandered over to the edge of a cluster
in the middle of the enclosure.



   Caroline's Naked Ride -- Preparations part 2

   In the centre of the cluster was a table with paints and brushes on it,
and all around it people were applying paint to bare skin.  Some, mostly
men, were completely naked, but a number of the women were topless in
knickers or bikini bottoms only.  The girls watched in amazement as a man
in baggy shorts painted a topless woman.  Both looked to be about 30 give
or take a couple of years.  The man slowly and carefully drew a blue spiral
pattern radiating out from the woman -(TM)s left nipple until it covered
her entire breast before filling in the remaining unpainted skin in white.
Then he did the same on her left breast.  He then changed brushes and
painted  -~DRIVER, CAN YOU SEE ME NOW? -(TM) in bright orange across her
bare ribcage just under her breasts. 

    -�Your turn! -� said the woman, as she took the orange brush and wrote
-~CURB CAR CULTURE -(TM) across the man -(TM)s chest.  Then she picked up
the blue brush and looked at him, raising her eyebrows.  He just stood
there a moment, his mouth slightly open as if he was about to say something
but couldn -(TM)t.  Eventually, the woman just nodded and the man, now
looking a bit nervous and reluctant, slowly undid the button and zip of his
shorts.  The three girls watched in eager expectation, each wondering what
underwear he was wearing, so all were equally surprised when they saw first
his bushy public hair at the gap in his zip and then  -- everything else,
as his baggy shorts dropped to the ground.  He hadn -(TM)t been wearing
underwear at all.  The woman reached out and held his penis horizontal as
she knelt down and began to draw a similar spiral (though pedants will
insist it was a helix) from the base of his penis to the tip in blue and
then white.  Thank goodness it isn -(TM)t red paint, thought Caroline, or
it would look like a barber pole.

   When she was done with the spiral/helix, the woman, still holding the
man -(TM)s penis delicately by two fingers near the tip so as not to smear
the paint, reached over to the table and picked up a brush with yellow
paint on it.  She gingerly lifted the man -(TM)s penis higher and began
applying the yellow paint to his balls.  The three girls stared with open
mouths as they saw the man -(TM)s testicles react inside his scrotum to the
tickling of the paint brush  -" one rising at its first touch while the
other seemed to drop, then the other way around.  Prudence suddenly blushed
bright red and turned away, but Caroline and Becky were glued to the sight.
When she was done, the woman let go of the man -(TM)s penis, but it did not
drop quite straight down to the hanging position it had been in when the
girls first saw it.  Caroline looked at the man -(TM)s face and was amused
to see he was no longer reluctant but smiling.

   The woman stood, and the man then leaned over to whisper something.  It
must have been,  -�Now it -(TM)s your turn again! -� thought Caroline, as
the woman suddenly shook her head with a worried expression.  The man just
smiled and nodded just as the woman had done to him.  After a long pause,
the woman sighed at began to wriggle out of her bikini bottoms.  This time,
the girls were not greeted with the sight of pubic hair as the garment
slowly cleared the woman -(TM)s hips.  Her pubis was shaved clean, and
judging by her tan lines, she might have been accustomed to going topless,
but not bottomless.  She was clearly embarrassed as her face flushed, but
she wasn -(TM)t going to let embarrassment get the better of her.  She
planted her feet squarely about shoulder width apart and her hands squarely
on her hips.

   The man took the yellow paint brush, knelt down as the woman had before
and began painting a thick yellow line encircling her vulva, about the
diameter of a hand spread out.  The top reached to where her pubic hair
would have begun if she -(TM)d still had any, while at the sides it reached
past where her thighs met her torso, and then down the tops of her legs. 
If the woman -(TM)s legs had been together, the bottom would have met about
two inches below where, from the front, her labia minora disappeared from
view.  All the girls noticed that her labia were quite prominent, quite
apart having a bright yellow circle around them, as they protruded from
between her outer lips by one-and a half to two centimetres or more where
they flared out like little wings.  Mine don -(TM)t stick out that much
unless I -(TM)m, very aroused, though Caroline  -" then she wondered if
that -(TM)s what the woman was feeling.  She also noticed that the woman
-(TM)s clitoral hood, which extended about halfway down between her labia
(or what was visible of them from the front), was even longer than her own,
which Caroline had always thought quite big.

   The man then proceeded to fill in the circle first at the top and sides,
but then he began to draw the paint brush over the last remaining area  -"
the triangle formed by the tops of her legs.  Slowly, he drew the brush
repeatedly over her outer lips covering one half of the triangle, then the
other, at last daubing her prominent labia as well (flipping the little
wings this way and that with his brush to reach both sides) until she was
uniformly yellow.  Caroline tried to imagine what it would be like for her
to stand naked in a crowd of people while Mike painted circles around her
nipples, then spiralling out over her breasts and then turning his brush to
her pubic area, stroking and daubing her outer and then inner lips.  As she
closed her eyes for a moment and tried to picture herself, she felt a flush
in her cheeks and a decided warmth in her loins.  Then her mind -(TM)s eye
looked again at Mike, and she realised the idea was absurd and shook it
off.

   The man then began painting wavy spikes radiating from the circle up
onto the bottom of the woman -(TM)s belly, out to her hips and down her
thighs.   -�Oh, the sun! -� the woman uttered just as all three girls were
thinking the same thing.  When this was done, the man put down his yellow
paint brush and admired his creation.

    -�Something -(TM)s missing, -� he said, and he rooted around on the
table till he found a brush with red paint.  With a delicate touch, he drew
in two eyes for his sun.  Then, with one slow stroke he drew the brush
carefully down over the woman -(TM)s clitoral hood.  She visibly tensed up
and opened her eyes wide at the touch of the brush on this most sensitive
part and gasped.

    -�What -(TM)s that for? -� she asked.

    -�Nose, -� replied the man.

    -�So where -(TM)s the mouth, Rembrandt? -� The man just looked at her
and raised his eyebrows again, this time with a sly grin.

    -�You want me to paint it? -�

    -�No! -� she cried, slapping his shoulder playfully and continuing to
laugh.  The man stood up, and, leaning their heads in towards each other
but not allowing their bodies to touch and smear the paint, they exchanged
a chaste kiss and started to make their way out from the cluster around the
painting table.  As they were emerging right next to where the girls were,
a man wearing nothing but an ID badge on a lanyard and carrying an
expensive looking camera asked them if he could take their picture.  The
woman started to protest, but then she relented.  Posing, she covered her
vulva (and most of the sun, sadly) with one hand, but she did not bother
covering her blue-spiralled breasts, even though her other hand was free.
Her companion made a silly face with crossed eyes, lolling tongue and hands
waving on either side while he stuck his pelvis out and swayed his
blue-helixed penis back and forth.  Giggling, the two ran off, the woman
still covering her crotch with one hand.

    -�Wait a minute, you didn -(TM)t say there -(TM)d be photographers
here! -� protested Prudence.

   A very naked, middle aged woman standing next to them overheard and
said,  -�Honey, you ain -(TM)t seen nothing yet!  These are just the select
registered photographers who are allowed inside the body painting area on
the understanding they -(TM)ll be respectful and ask permission.  Outside
that gate there -(TM)ll be loads of pushy photographers trying to zoom in
on your lady parts.  Your pictures will be on a hundred different websites
by this evening. -� Suddenly the balance between relief and disappointment
at wearing underwear shifted towards relief.  Caroline was counting on the
anonymity of being out of town, but she hadn -(TM)t reckoned on the
Internet.  She was struck as well by the image of the painted woman -(TM)s
large labia.  Caroline had always felt self-conscious about her own, which,
though definitely not as prominent as the painted woman -(TM)s, definitely
stuck out between her outer lips.  She let her sandy-blonde pubic hair grow
untrimmed, hoping it would obscure her embarrassing lips somewhat, but this
was by no means entirely effective.  It was thickest and most opaque over
her pubis, but the sparser hair below did little to obscure her prominent
labia.  They were hidden only from Caroline herself when looking down, but
she knew well from the mirror that from the front her labia were completely
visible and, she feared, abnormally large.  Without knickers on, Caroline
worried she would stand out as a freak.  In knickers, she felt safe. 
Unfortunately, Prudence did not feel the same.

    -�I don -(TM)t think I can do this!  No way! -� she spluttered. 

    -�Oh, it -(TM)s not that bad really, once you get used to it, -� the
older woman reassured.   -�The first hundred yards is the worst, so if you
don -(TM)t want the attention, just keep your bras and knickers on until
you -(TM)re past the scrum and then take them off on along the way. -�

    -�Oh, we -(TM)re keeping them on for the whole ride, -� explained
Prudence.

    -�In that case, dears, you needn -(TM)t worry.  They -(TM)re expecting
about eight hundred riders today, and most of them will be naked.  No one
-(TM)s going to pay any attention to three girls in their underwear. -�
Caroline actually felt her heart sink a little.   -�You girls do know this
is supposed to be a protest, don -(TM)t you?  No point skulking about on
the fringes. -�

    -�Oh, that -(TM)s more than any of us could ever do, -� said Becky,
putting her arm around Prudence as the girls moved away to wander around
the enclosure.  Everywhere, they saw other groups getting ready, undressing
and, in many cases, getting painted or painting themselves.  There were
some women dressed only in knickers either painting their own torsos or
being painted by friends, and Caroline noticed several who then pulled down
their knickers to continue the paint job down below.  Some carefully pulled
their knickers back up again afterwards, tying not to smear the paint,
while others just took them off and stayed that way.  There were also other
women who, like most of the men, just started their painting sessions fully
nude to begin with.

   While a few of these men and women let others paint them as intimately
as the couple in the cluster had done, many just asked others to do their
backs or hard-to-reach places.  Some just did slogans on their fronts and
asked a friend to do the same on their backs, and for the most part those
who went for full-body cover took over the painting of their own private
parts.  Sometimes, though, this led to strange sights.  One young woman,
who was mostly covered head to toe in red paint with the word  -~STOP -(TM)
across her chest and back in white, was desperately trying to colour in her
own vulva despite not being able to see all of it.  She pushed her pelvis
forward and hunched over, trying to see further between her legs, while
daubing red paint indiscriminately at her crotch.  She pretty much got
there in the end, but at the cost of her dignity, thought Prudence. 
Caroline reserved judgment, as she turned to Becky and said,  -�So are you
still keen on body painting? -�

    -�Um, just slogans, I think, -� said a sheepish Becky, though there was
something in the way she said it that made Caroline wonder if Becky had had
the same reaction to the intimate painting they had just witnessed.

   Indeed, most of those getting painted opted for only slogans, and many
people did not get painted at all.  Becky did like the idea of having a
slogan painted and was eager to get ready  -" more so even than Caroline,
who was now having fleeting misgivings about what was about to happen. 
Prudence looked absolutely miserable, but was resigned to her fate.

    -�Well, girls, -� said Becky,  -�It -(TM)s now or never! -� She
unbuttoned her sundress and slipped it off hers shoulders and held it at
her waist to reveal a scarlet red bra  -" her favourite, in fact.  Its A
cups were perfect for her willowy frame.   -�Come on, we agreed to this all
together. -�

   Caroline needed no reminding and was already stepping out of her shorts
as Becky let her sundress drop, and Caroline -(TM)s hi-vis T-shirt soon
followed.  Prudence hesitated briefly, but then unbuttoned and removed her
shirt and undid her skirt.  In a moment, she was standing there for all the
world to see in her pale blue  -- bikini.

    -�Prudence! -� Becky moaned.   -�We said bras and knickers.  That
-(TM)s a swimming costume.  You cheated. -�



   Caroline's Naked Ride -- Preparations part 3

    -�No way!  This is just as revealing as what you -(TM)re wearing, -�
remonstrated Prudence, gesturing at Becky, who was now revealing her
scarlet knickers that matched her bra.   -�This bikini is effectively just
a bra and knickers.  They -(TM)re just waterproof. -� Indeed, the undies
and bikini were very similar in cut.  Though scoop-cut at the bust and
moderately high at the legs, both covered everything essential and were
completely opaque.  If anything, the bikini was just slightly more
revealing as it had only string ties at the sides, but the scarlet bra and
knickers still looked sexier for some reason.

    -�I don -(TM)t know, -� complained Becky.   -�What do you think, Caro
-"? -�

   Just then both other girls turned to look at Caroline for the first
time. As agreed, she was in bra and knickers, but, as at least a part of
her was secretly disappointed not to be naked, her compromise was to choose
her most revealing set: a very skimpily-cut lacy bra and knickers in beige.
(Actually, the package called them  -~nude, -(TM) which Caroline thought
was appropriate for the day.) Her bra was cut with a very low scoop, with B
cups only just covering the tops of Caroline -(TM)s nipples, and the fabric
was so lightweight, it would not have given Caroline -(TM)s firm breasts
much support if she -(TM)d really needed it.  The knickers were likewise
cut very sexily, only half covering her buttocks behind and with a high,
French cut in front that only covered her pubic triangle.

    -�Oh my God, Caroline! -� cried Becky.   -�That is so sexy  -" but
look, you can see your pubes! -� Caroline looked down to see that it was
just possible to make out the difference between her sandy-blond pubic hair
and her pale skin and, although the lace was certainly more fabric than
holes, she could see the odd pubic hair sticking out.   -�God, I wish I was
that brave.  At least you can -(TM)t really see your nipples. -� Caroline
bent her head and shoulders forward to look at her chest.  As she did so, a
gap formed at the top of her bra and she actually could see her bare
nipples from above.  She quickly straightened her shoulders and pushed her
chest out a bit to make the bra fit more snugly as intended.  Although it
was actually possible if standing close to see bits of areola through some
of the holes in the lace, it was very hard to distinguish from even a
moderate distance.  You could just about make out a bit of it here and
there if you were standing very close (and staring), but from even a
moderate distance her nipples didn -(TM)t show up.  Paradoxically, from a
great distance, the  -~nude -(TM) colour meant you couldn -(TM)t tell she
was wearing anything at all.

    -�I can -(TM)t believe you -(TM)re wearing that skimpy thing, -� said
Prudence.   -�Mike would have a fit! -�

    -�Damn straight! -� rejoined Caroline, and the girls laughed.

    -�Well, enough standing around admiring ourselves, -� said Becky.  
-�Let -(TM)s paint our slogans on. -�

    -�Actually, I think I -(TM)d better not, -� said Caroline.   -�I don
-(TM)t want to have to explain paint residue to Mike when I get home.  And
anyway, it will smear with my sunscreen whichever one I put on first. -�

    -�Oh, we did our sunscreen at home ages ago, -� chirped Becky.   -�We
-(TM)re all dry now. -�

   So while Caroline carefully applied sunscreen, taking care not to stain
her lacy underwear, Becky and Prudence took turns painting slogans on each
other.  Prudence chose  -~MY EYES ARE UP HERE, -(TM) with an arrow pointing
up for her own chest, while Becky went with  -~LESS GAS, MORE ASS. -(TM)

   They were relieved to see that there were a number of other women in
underwear, though most seemed to be topless or nude.  Prudence was
practically alone in a swimsuit, though.  She was starting to relax,
though, and enjoy herself like the others a bit more.

   The girls continued to wander around the enclosure, taking in all the
various body paintings, little bits of costumes, as well as their absence.
As the vast majority of the women were either topless or naked, they saw
nearly as many different types of breasts as they had penises.  There were
large breasts, small breasts, saggy, perky, and a few fake-looking breasts
-" and quite a few pierced nipples.  They also noticed an array of
different pubic hair styles.  Some women had full, untrimmed bushes, others
were trimmed at the edges and to a tidy, even length.  Some hair covered
the entire vulva (though not all obscured the labia and clitoral hood
completely), but for many more the hair covered only the pubis while the
lips below were shaved or waxed.  Some of course only sported a tiny
landing strip or no hair at all.  This meant that with the exception of the
few whose thick hair covered completely and opaquely, the girls were also
greeted with an array of different labia.  Caroline was surprised and a
little relieved to see just how many women had labia minora that extended
out from between their outer lips, like hers.  Some of these made Caroline
-(TM)s labia seem positively tiny, she thought, though hers were by no
stretch the smallest, and a number of women showed only a girlish crease
between their outer lips.

   None of this was terribly new to any of the girls, who had been to
enough gyms and shower blocks in school and uni to be aware that vulvas all
looked different, though they had never seen so many on display at once. 
Caroline (at least) was mostly fascinated by the penises, however.  Though
she tried not to be obvious, she soon realised that she had been checking
out the penis of nearly every man she saw, even the old, fat or ugly ones.
It was a revelation to her that there was not really any correlation
between the attractiveness of a man -(TM)s penis and the rest of his body.
She saw cute, athletic young men with tiny or misshapen penises she did not
want to see again, and she saw pasty-faced geeks who were hung like
donkeys. She saw young men with wrinkled, sorry-looking tackle and she saw
older men with beautifully smooth and well-proportioned organs, and she saw
every combination in between.

   Then she spotted him again  -" the athletic young man with Mike -(TM)s
build but the perfect penis.  What -(TM)s more, she saw Becky walk right up
to him and start talking!  She watched in amazement as her friend chatted
casually in her underwear with a complete stranger who was stark naked. 
Her eyes were irresistibly drawn back to his genitals, admiring again their
perfect proportion and smooth, regular shape.  She took a sharp intake of
breath as the man gestured widely with his arm, pointing into the distance.
As he turned his torso to do so, his lovely penis was sent swinging gently
back and forth like a hypnotist -(TM)s pendulum.  Caroline was so
transfixed, at first she didn -(TM)t notice Becky walking up to her.

    -�Here, -� she said to Caroline, handing her a green WNBR seat cover. 
-�I just bought these for all of us from that guy over there.  You -(TM)ve
got to meet him, Caroline.  Come with me. -� She started to take Caroline
by the elbow. 

    -�Thanks, but I -(TM)m enjoying the view from here. -�

    -�Oh, him?  Yes, he -(TM)s gorgeous.  Why do you think I chose him to
ask about these rides So come over and enjoy the view up close. -�

    -�Honestly, Becky, I don -(TM)t see how you can carry on a conversation
without being distracted by that  -- by that  -- penis. -�

   Becky stopped and turned to her friend.   -�First of all, Caroline, don
-(TM)t say  -~penis. -(TM) It -(TM)s a cock.  Cock and balls.  Tits, pussy
or fanny and arse, -� she said as she pointed out on her own body before
clapping her hands firmly behind her on her buttocks.  Second of all, I can
hardly look at it when I -(TM)m looking him in the face and talking. -�

    -�That -(TM)s what I mean, -� quipped Caroline.   -�You do the talking,
and I -(TM)ll enjoy the view from here. -�

   Becky looked at Caroline, whose large sunglasses rested on the top of
her head.  Becky pulled them down over her friend -(TM)s eyes.   -�Here,
knock yourself out. -� She dragged Caroline by the elbow and gestured to
Prudence to join them, but Prudence just shook her head with a worried
expression.

   Becky had the man explain again that he was from London and had been at
the ride there the day before.  Becky asked him to explain all the details
of Caroline -(TM)s benefit.  Caroline was not listening, though.  She
smiled and nodded from time to time, but her eyes, hidden behind her
sunglasses, were focussed on the man -(TM)s penis.  It jiggled and swayed
as he spoke and gestured, showing no signs of self-consciousness at all. 
Finally, he excused himself and went to join some friends, and Caroline
watched and admired his muscular buttocks as he strode away.  She waited
until he joined his friends and turned around again so she could enjoy the
sight of his beautiful penis one more time.



   Caroline's Naked Ride -- Preparations part 4

   Caroline -(TM)s reminisces on the train were interrupted when she became
aware that the male cyclist sitting opposite kept looking at her.  He had
been reading something on his tablet, but his eyes repeatedly darted up at
Caroline, though never as high as her face.  She looked down at her T-shirt
and saw that her nipples were standing to full attention and that it was
obvious she was braless underneath.  She blushed to realise that her
arousal was so evident.  'Does he know I was on the World Naked Bike Ride?'
she thought.  'Did he see me?  Was he on the ride himself?' Caroline looked
at his face.  She didn -(TM)t recognise it, but then she realised that if
he -(TM)d been on the ride she would be much more likely to recognise his
penis than his face.  She blushed even deeper.  What a strange thought  -"
that she might have seen this man repeatedly during the course of the
afternoon but not recognise him with his clothes on.  She laughed to
herself at this, and her embarrassment subsided a little.  'So what if he
saw me scantily clad?  And so what if he notices I am braless under my
T-shirt?' There wasn -(TM)t anything she could do about it anyway without
giving up her seat on the crowded train.  She decided she would rather have
someone glancing at her erect nipples than stand all the way to London  -"
only to have someone else notice her nipples no doubt.  Finally, she
relaxed and resumed her warm recollections of the day.



   Caroline's Naked Ride -- The Ride part 1

   Just as the middle-aged woman they spoke to had warned, the start of the
ride was a scrum of spectators and photographers.  They crowded the paths
of the park that eight hundred cyclists had to squeeze through, often
single file.  Unlike the painting area where like-minded participants
milled about freely, paying little attention to each other, this was like a
slow parade through clothed onlookers straining inwards for a better view.
The girls all blushed from all the attention and cameras snapping away,
until they noticed that the cameras were indeed trained more on the naked
people around them than on them in their underwear (or bikini in Prudence
-(TM)s case).

   Once her initial embarrassment subsided, though, Caroline discovered a
new one.  While Becky and Prudence were still somewhat embarrassed to
receive even a bit of attention in their semi-clad state, Caroline was
actually feeling self-conscious that she was not as completely naked as
almost everyone around them seemed to be.  She noticed that many of the
semi-clad riders she had seen before the ride started had stripped off just
before setting out, and she was worried that she and her friends stood out
for not having done the same.  In her immediate surroundings, the only
other riders she could see who were still wearing anything were a group of
two women and a man all wearing just Hawaiian-style grass skirts.  Though
their genitals were effectively covered, it seemed from the fleeting gaps
as the skirts swung to and fro that they wore nothing underneath, and the
women were both topless, so they were all less dressed than Caroline and
her friends.  It felt like a reversal of the old stereotypical dream of
being the only one naked in school or work.  She worried that she stood out
because she was wearing too much.   -~I can -(TM)t believe I just thought
that  -" Mike would kill me if he knew how little I was wearing -(TM), she
thought.   -~But people here must think I -(TM)m a total coward.  No one
else seems to have any problem letting everyone see their  -- bits. -(TM)

   Just then, she spotted two other girls in bras and knickers just ahead
and felt a sense of relief.  It seemed more acceptable not to be alone in
doing the ride in underwear.  As the ride filtered slowly through the
encroaching onlookers, Caroline managed to edge her bike closer to these
other girls, and Becky and Prudence trailed behind.  As the riders around
her got to the end of the most constricted part and managed to break free,
Caroline, with her friends close behind, was able to come up alongside
them. When the front of the ride then paused on the path circling the park
to let the riders behind catch up, Caroline and her friends stood next to
them, and Caroline hoped to enjoy a bit of clothed solidarity with these
two.

    -�Wow!  That was really freaky, -� she said to the nearer one of them,
hoping to strike up a conversation. 

    -�Oh, that was pretty typical, -� she replied.   -�So this must be your
first ride, then? -�

   Caroline and her friends all nodded.

    -�Well, take it from a couple of old hands  -" that was the worst of
it. It -(TM)s all fun from here.  I -(TM)m Beth, by the way, and this is my
friend Mary. -�

    -�So you -(TM)ve done this before? -� chimed in Prudence.   -�I don
-(TM)t know how you  -" or any of these women  -" could get used to all
those men staring at them. -�

    -�Yeah, men are pigs.  No man is going to pass up the opportunity to
see a pussy, but only the perverts stare.  But not even the worst pervert
can stare at four hundred c**ts at once. -� Caroline thought to herself
that surely there weren -(TM)t quite four hundred  -- pussies there (she
could accept Becky -(TM)s term, but she really didn -(TM)t like Beth
-(TM)s) as men outnumbered women somewhat.  Did that mean there were more
than four hundred  -- cocks?  Eight hundred balls?  She smiled at the
thought.

   Her pleasant surprise at finding and befriending two other
underwear-clad riders soon vanished, however, as Beth and then Mary both
got off their bikes, leaning them on the ground, and began undressing. 
Beth casually pulled her knickers down first and then undid her bra, while
Mary did it the other way round.  Either way, both were quickly completely
naked, and Caroline noticed that neither wore even shoes or helmet.

    -�Oh, I thought we -(TM)d found a couple more members of our underwear
brigade, -� she said.

    -�Oh, no, -� said Mary this time.   -�We just wear them for the start.
That -(TM)s where you get the most creeps sticking cameras into your
crotch. We learned that the hard way.  As soon as the coast is clear,
though, we chuck them off. -�

    -�But aren -(TM)t you uncomfortable letting everyone see you stark
naked? -� asked Becky.

   Beth and Mary looked at each other before Beth replied.

    -�Why should we be?  What -(TM)s the big surprise?  Everyone -(TM)s got
sex organs.  Besides, how much can anyone see of a naked body whizzing by
on a bicycle? -� The irony was that as she said this, Beth was not whizzing
anywhere but standing next to her bicycle as was Mary, and anyone around
could see every bit of their naked bodies, including the fact that they
both had similar nipple rings and clitoral studs.  (Ouch, thought Caroline,
and Yuck, thought Prudence.) Mary -(TM)s vulva was completely shaved or
waxed, but except for the stud peeking out, her outer lips met in a tidy
slit concealing everything else from view.  Beth -(TM)s hood and labia
minora, however, protruded even more than the sun-painted woman -(TM)s and
were not obscured by Mary -(TM)s short growth of dark stubble.

    -�I just can -(TM)t believe all you  -- I mean, all these people can
just get naked in public like this, -� said Prudence.   -�I mean, it -(TM)s
just crazy. -�

    -�Sorry about our friend, -� interjected Caroline.   -�She doesn -(TM)t
mean you -(TM)re crazy.  It -(TM)s just that all this still seems pretty
bizarre to us. -�

    -�Oh, that -(TM)s OK, -� said Mary.   -�The ride wouldn -(TM)t work
very well as a mass protest to raise awareness of cycling and environmental
issues if there weren -(TM)t lots of people happy to get naked in public
and a lot more people who find it bizarre.  Anyway, don -(TM)t worry; you
-(TM)re not exactly the only ones riding dressed.  And thanks for
supporting us even if you -(TM)re in the second group. -�

   Caroline was no longer so sure she was entirely in the second group, but
she wondered about her what her friends were thinking.  Prudence was just
shaking her head slowly in disbelief, but Caroline couldn -(TM)t read Becky
-(TM)s thoughts.

   Just then, the ride started to move off again, and as all five of them
set off together, Mary, who was nearest the front, turned, leant forward
over her handlebars and she swung her right leg back and up over her
bicycle seat (which Caroline thought was set a bit too high for her).  As
she did so, Caroline, Becky and Prudence were treated to a view straight up
between her legs at her hairless pussy.  At her leg -(TM)s farthest reach,
her outer labia suddenly parted to reveal her delicate, pink inner lips and
the darkest pink of the mouth of her vagina.  Prudence spluttered and
nearly collided with Becky.   -~You certainly never see anything like that
in the showers at the gym or school, -(TM) she thought.  Caroline was
surprised as well, but kept her composure as she watched in wonder.  Beth
had taken a moment to push off, and as Caroline glanced back to make sure
Beth was with them, she saw Beth mounting her lady -(TM)s bike by lifting
her right leg forward over the pedals, showing the full extent of her
prominent labia from top to bottom.  Caroline had never realised just what
a naked woman on a bicycle might reveal.

   For the most part, though, Beth was right that there was a limit to what
you could see of a naked person on a bicycle.  It wasn -(TM)t just the
whizzing past  -" quite often, they weren -(TM)t whizzing at all but moving
slowly in a thick crowd  -" it was also that, depending on how her seat was
positioned and how big it was, a woman cyclist planted on her seat might
not show anything more than her pubic hair (or the place where it would
have been).  Caroline noticed that a woman sitting upright with no or
sparse public hair might, however, show most of her labia while cycling,
but as her legs were usually moving up and down as she pedalled, an
onlooker could get a fleeting glance at best.  Of course, if a woman
stopped and set one foot down, or slipped forward off her seat and planted
both feet, or rose up while pedalling uphill, it was a different story.  It
also made a difference what their pubic hair or vulvas were like.  As
Caroline had noticed, far more women than she had supposed had protruding
inner lips like hers, but many such women were also shaved.  Caroline
realised that even if she were not wearing knickers, she would be exposing
a bit more of her most intimate anatomy than some women, she but she still
would probably not be among the most exposed women there.

   Caroline hadn -(TM)t thought much before about different types and
styles of pubic hair and what they exposed or not, but she began to take
note.  She saw two women who were stopped, feet planted astride their
bikes. Both had full pubic hair, only trimmed at the edges, but while one
seemed to be completely and opaquely covered, revealing scarcely more skin
showing than some bikinis, the other -(TM)s large labia were plainly
visible though the hair.  Neither showed any signs of caring.  With other
women, despite apparently full bushes, the outline of their vulvas and
their clefts were clearly discernible even if not much skin was.

   Although she was in underwear, Caroline began wondering how much of it
she was showing in different positions and from different angles.  As a
woman, she was accustomed to avoiding flashes of her knickers when wearing
a skirt and thought she was very aware of what she was or wasn -(TM)t
showing.  Now that she was only wearing knickers down below, of course,
that didn -(TM)t matter, but she began thinking about exactly what she
would be showing if she weren -(TM)t covered by the flimsy lace.   -~Would
my entire vulva be pressed down into my seat and out of view, as with some
of the naked women here?  Or would the top of my labia and hood be visible
from the front?  If so, how much would my pubic hair obscure?  If I rose
out of my seat, leaning forward to cycle uphill, would someone directly
behind me have a clear view of the bottom of my labia?  Would the opening
of my vagina be visible? -(TM) 



   Caroline's Naked Ride -- The Ride part 2

   As Caroline continued to study the women cyclists, trying to learn
useful lessons for herself, she also continued to notice the men.  Unlike
with many of the women, a bicycle seat did nothing to hide a man -(TM)s
genitals  -- cock and balls.  Also unlike the women, almost all of the men
were completely naked, so Caroline was surrounded by penises  -- cocks,
flopping back and forth as thighs rose and fell pumping at the pedals, or
hung free as when the ride stopped briefly.  When this happened, Caroline
noticed that some of the naked women stayed astride their bikes, perhaps
even rolling their hips forward so that their vulvas were pressed into
their seats out of view.  The men didn -(TM)t have this option, and as
their seats were often higher, they had to slip forward and plant their
feet on the ground astride their bikes.  Caroline liked how sometimes their
balls rested across their crossbars while their cocks flopped to one side
or the other.

   This was by no means the only thing Caroline thought about.  She was
also enjoying the ride with her friends, chatting with other riders.  There
was a constantly changing set of fellow riders around the girls progressing
at different paces, so that they might be riding and chatting with some for
maybe a few hundred metres before someone dropped back or moved on to be
replaced with someone new.  She noticed how friendly the other riders were
and how unconcerned they were with whether anyone was dressed or not, how
receptive and supportive the cheering bystanders were (mostly clothed,
though the girls did see one man standing by the road pull his shorts and
briefs down and off and wave them over his head like pom-poms, cheering),
and she simply enjoyed the beautiful weather and gentle sea breeze.  But
she still found time to notice all the cocks  -" big and small, knobbly and
smooth, ugly and beautiful.

   While cycling, of course, the girls had to pay attention to the road. 
There were several long rest stops, however, when everyone stopped cycling,
piled their bikes in a big heap or many little ones and relaxed.  At the
first one, by the seaside, the girls weren -(TM)t sure what to do and
whether to stay with their bikes, but when they saw others wandering off,
they reckoned it was safe to do the same.  Naked men and women, or
sometimes mixed groups of naked and clothed, would meet up with others,
chat or even hug and move on.

   The girls were glad to see public toilets, and they joined the queue for
the women -(TM)s.  A number of the other women in the queue were standing
completely naked (and others topless) seemingly without a care in the world
as clothed beachgoers strolled by.  The men -(TM)s queue opposite was
almost all naked.  Across the path, other naked or semi-naked men and women
queued for ice cream from a kiosk.  The girls saw a clothed family
strolling up, a mum, dad, boy about 10 and girl about 8 and a toddler in a
pushchair, and Caroline wondered with some apprehension what their reaction
would be.

   As the family approached, though, they stopped and the mother leant over
to the boy and girl and pointed to the nudes.  They all had a little laugh,
and the children looked a bit longer than their parents, but then they just
continued on their way towards the nudes and through them on the path. 
Then they stopped as the father joined the ice cream queue behind a young
naked woman and a topless one, with an elderly naked man joining in behind
him, while his young family stood nearby and watched.  By the time the
father returned with ice creams for all, the children -(TM)s attention had
entirely moved on from the naked people.

   When the girls made their way back to find their bikes, they passed a
group who were dancing to music from a nearby boom-box.  Every one of them
was completed naked, and most of them seemed no older than the girls -(TM)
age.  There were more women than men, and while none of them did anything
that would remotely be considered lewd or suggestive, some of them
playfully shook their breasts or buttocks briefly, to the amusement of the
small crowd circled round them.  Above all, they seemed sublimely
unselfconscious and unperturbed by the many onlookers, many of whom were
snapping away with their camera phones or more serious-looking cameras.  As
the girls stopped briefly to watch, Prudence was predictably baffled and
incredulous.  Becky, who was usually the most adventurous (up to a point)
actually thought it looked fun and wanted to join in (keeping her bra and
knickers on, of course), but was deterred by the cameras.

   Caroline was mesmerised.  She desperately wanted to join in, even
despite the cameras, but she was acutely aware that all the girls dancing
were naked and she was in bra and knickers.  She would stand out like a
sore thumb, but worse, she would feel like a fraud.  She desperately wished
she could strip off and join them, even fingering the straps of her bra,
but she just couldn -(TM)t bring herself to do it.   -~What would my
friends think?  What would Mike think if he ever saw one of those pictures
online?  What would I think of myself?  Would I feel like a brazen hussy if
I did it? -(TM) (None of the girls dancing seemed to feel that way.)  -~Or
will I feel like a coward if I don -(TM)t? -(TM)

   Unfortunately, she never got to make that choice, as the ride began to
move off just then, and the dancing stopped as everyone scrambled back to
untangle their bikes.  Caroline was stuck feeling like a coward.

   At the next stop, in a city park, she thought she might get another
chance, but while some splashed in a fountain, the girls did not see more
dancing.  They did enjoy mingling with the crowd again, this time queuing
themselves for ice cream from a caf�(C) in the park.  They were bracketed
front and back in the queue by naked men  -" one their age, one ten or
fifteen years older  -" each with a really cute cock and balls, Caroline
thought.  Slyly, she slipped on her sunglasses and chatted with both of
them in turn, though not very coherently, and they both thought she didn
-(TM)t seem to be following the thread of their conversations.  When the
queuing girls made it to the doors of the caf�(C), they might have thought
it strange to see naked people standing at a counter ordering takeaway
coffee or ice cream from a clothed girl who looked still to be of school
age while clothed customers ate at nearby tables, but by now none of this
seemed strange any more to Caroline.  Even Prudence, who still thought it
was all weird, had long since stopped reacting with shock.  Becky was
positively enjoying herself, safe in the confines of her sexy red bra and
knickers.  Caroline, whose outfit was even sexier, though, found herself
itching to peel it off.

   As the ride moved off on its final leg, Caroline was in anguish.  She
was really feeling like a coward now, but she was afraid, not least of what
her friends would think.   -~We have all been surrounded by naked bodies
for hours now, but would they still be shocked if I stripped? -(TM) she
thought, but she was embarrassed even to ask them.  As the ride began to go
up its steepest hill yet (lots of bottoms lifted off seats, as they all
noticed), Prudence asked a rider next to her,  -�Do you know how much
longer we have to ride? -�

    -�Only about another mile, -� the rider replied, hoping to reassure,
but when she heard this, Caroline really began to panic.  She realised the
ride was almost over and time was running out.  She had to do something to
see what it felt like, though she was still wary of her friends -(TM)
reactions.  With a sigh but a pounding heart, she reached behind her back
with one hand and began to wrestle with the clasp of her bra strap.  It was
hard to cycle uphill with one hand while undoing a bra, so it took a few
moments, but suddenly the clasp came undone.  As her bra sprung loose and
slipped forward onto her arms, Caroline felt sunshine and a fresh breeze
wash across her bare breasts for the first time.  Overcome with a warm
glow, she felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her.

    -�Caroline, what are you doing? -� shouted Prudence when she saw.  She
no longer reacted to the hundreds of other bare breasts around her, but her
mind was still very much thinking in  -~them -(TM) and  -~us -(TM) terms,
and Caroline had just become one of  -~them. -(TM)

    -�All right, you go, girl! -� exclaimed Becky, surprised but actually
delighted at Caroline -(TM)s boldness.

    -�So why don -(TM)t you join me, then? -� asked Caroline, hoping for
some moral support and solidarity in her giant, brave step.   -�You -(TM)ve
always bragged that you -(TM)ve been topless on the beach in France and
Spain. -�

    -�Oh no, that was different.  This is so public, and I -(TM)m not a  --
I mean, I just couldn -(TM)t bring myself to do it.  But you go for it. 
Shake those puppies! -�

   Caroline wasn -(TM)t about to shake her puppies for anything in the
world, but she appreciated Becky -(TM)s encouragement.   -~What did she
start to say?   -~I -(TM)m not like THAT -(TM)?   -~I -(TM)m not one of
THEM -(TM)?   -~I -(TM)m not an EXHIBITIONIST or a HUSSY -(TM)?  What does
Becky really think? -(TM)

   Caroline did not have long to dwell on this, as she realised her bra was
still hanging from her arms.  She lifted first one hand off the handlebars,
then the other, to slip her bra off, grasping it in one hand.  She thought
it would be an easy matter to reach back and down and slip it into the
outer pocket of her pannier without stopping, but as she did so her bike
suddenly lurched to a stop, almost causing a collision with the rider
behind.  Caroline called to her friends to stop for a minute as she lifted
her immobilised bike onto the pavement.  She crouched beside it and saw
with dismay that her bra had got wrapped around the rear axle.  The good
news was that it wasn -(TM)t so entangled with the gears and chain that it
couldn -(TM)t be extracted by simply reversing the wheel -(TM)s direction.
The bad news is that the lacy bra was badly torn  -" one cup was
practically shredded, and there were greasy black stains all over it.

    -�Well, that -(TM)s a write off, -� she said to Becky and Prudence, who
were now standing next to her, their mouths gaping in shock and disbelief.
Caroline looked around and spotted a rubbish bin about ten metres ahead on
the pavement.  She was unaware of her friends -(TM) amazement as she left
her bike, walked to the bin and dropped the ruined garment in, not really
conscious of the fact that she was now walking topless on a busy city
street.  She was jolted into this reality when the diners at an
open-fronted caf�(C) she had walked past and was about to pass again on the
way back suddenly burst into applause.  Startled, Caroline turned to face
them, only then fully realising for the first time that she was showing her
bare breasts to strangers.  Flustered, she blushed, and not knowing what
else to do, took a little bow.  As she straightened up, she held her arms
up by her side, palms forward and shook her hands, as she might have done
with a  -~Ta-da!, -(TM) though in fact she was too flustered to speak.

   She was still blushing as she re-joined her friends, asking,  -�What do
you think that was all about? -�

    -�Maybe they thought it was a feminist gesture, -� ventured Becky.  
-�Or maybe they just appreciated the view!  Your tits are definitely in the
top ten on show today. -�

   Caroline laughed at this and relaxed a bit.   -�You mean top ten tits,
or top ten pairs? -�

    -�Oh, tits, of course.  You -(TM)re definitely in the top five pairs.
-�

   The girls laughed, even Prudence, and re-joined the ride continuing up
the hill.  Cycling topless felt very different to Caroline.  All along the
roadside, spectators stood or sat in other open caf�(C)s watching and
cheering as the unclad and partially clad cyclists rolled slowly by, and
Caroline now felt more than ever that she was one of them.  She sat as
upright as she could while struggling slightly uphill and pushed her chest
out, conscious that she was baring her breasts to dozens, maybe hundreds,
of people.  She thought less about what parts of the other cyclists she
could see and for the first time focussed on what everyone could see of
her. She wondered what it would be like to be completely naked, but it was
not practical to stop and remove her knickers, nor would she yet have had
the courage to do so  -" but she liked imagining it.  Many of the
spectators were waving at the riders, and Caroline began waving back and
smiling.

   At the top of the hill, the ride turned and proceeded downhill, picking
up speed as they rolled past wave after wave of spectators.  They turned
briefly along the promenade that ran along the cliffs overlooking the sea
before making a sharp turn and rolling down a steep road leading to the
seafront below.  More spectators and photographers watched as the cyclists
made another sharp turn to the left.  Caroline waved again as she was
rounding the turn, when she noticed several large camera lenses pointed
directly at her.  She flushed slightly at the realisation that they were
focussed on her and her naked breasts, but she made no effort to hide them
and continued on her way.

   After a few hundred metres, the ride turned in at a car park, and riders
began dismounting.  Some locked their bikes to railings or fences, which
quickly filled up, while others, including the girls, pushed their bikes
along the walkway.  They passed a small building where mostly naked men and
women were queuing for the loos, while others queued for ice cream from a
nearby van.  Most kept going a little further until the walkway ended and a
few steps led down onto the pebbly beach, and a long stream of people, many
still pushing bikes, trailed along the pebbles toward the sea.

    -�What -(TM)s this? -� Caroline asked a couple who were standing by the
steps.

    -�The nude beach.  Time to relax and unwind, -� they replied.



   Caroline's Naked Ride -- The Ride part 3

    -�Nude beach?  You must be kidding, -� said Prudence.   -�I -(TM)m not
going there. -�

    -�It -(TM)s OK, Prudence, it -(TM)s clothing optional, -� reassured
Becky.   -�Anyway, you -(TM)re already dressed for the beach, -� she added
reproachfully.   -�Look  -" I brought a beach picnic. -� Becky opened her
pannier to reveal three large beach towels, snacks and two bottles of wine.

    -�You knew about this? -� asked Caroline.   -�I can -(TM)t believe you
didn -(TM)t say anything. -�

    -�Yeah, well, you know what Miss Daring here would have said.  Anyway,
I -(TM)ve heard about this beach ever since we moved to Brighton a year ago
but I -(TM)ve never had the guts to visit.  There was no way I was going by
myself, and old Prudence here  -- -�

    -�Stop blaming me for everything, -� protested Prudence,  -�and I
-(TM)m not old.  Anyway, you -(TM)ve got plenty of company today, -� she
continued, gesturing towards the hundreds of cyclists,  -�and I guess it
won -(TM)t be any worse than cycling with them through the streets, so let
-(TM)s go. -�

   With that, they joined the trailing cyclists and made their way to the
beach.  They passed several of the people they had chatted to during the
ride, including Beth and Mary, who were already sitting near the shoreline,
lying back on their elbows and looking out at the sea.

    -�Hey, did you two have a good ride -� asked Caroline.

    -�One of the best ever, -� replied Beth.   -�Glad to see one of you
joining in. -�

   Becky started to protest and splutter an explanation, but Beth cut her
off saying,  -�Don -(TM)t worry.  You girls are fine, and it -(TM)s better
to have you in underwear than not at all.  There are a couple of girls who
were real regulars here and on some other rides.  They were totally fine
being naked and didn -(TM)t mind the cameras.  But then they found out
there was a whole page dedicated to them on some voyeur photo website,
which even gave their names.  That really freaked them out and they stopped
coming.  Anyway, you -(TM)re not alone. -� The girls were reassured to see
that there were indeed still quite a number of women (and a few men) in
their underwear or bathing costumes.  They did not want to intrude on Beth
and Mary, so they continued a little further to find an empty space.

   After laying their bikes down, Becky got out the beach towels and the
three girls spread them out and made themselves as comfortable as possible
on the pebbles.  Everyone around was smiling and chatting, as usual not
showing any sign of concern or even noticing whether their groups were all
naked, mixed naked and clothed, men or women.  The girls were somewhat
surprised and a little concerned, though, to see that many of the women who
had been cycling in knickers like Caroline and Becky or bikinis like
Prudence were now peeling them off and scurrying into the water naked. 
Many of them had noticeable tan lines, suggesting that running around naked
outdoors was not a regular pastime.  More and more were going in for a
swim, and there were soon hundreds splashing about happily.

   Caroline suddenly realised that she had not applied sunscreen to all of
the skin that was now bare, and even though it was now late afternoon she
thought she needed to apply more.  She felt extremely self-conscious, so,
as quickly and unobtrusively as possible, she slapped some on and rubbed it
into her pale white breasts.  It felt particularly pleasurable to rub it
into her nipples  -" but it was embarrassing to do so in plain view.

   The girls also noticed that not all of the women stripped off.  Some
just went into the water in their knickers and bras (except those who, like
Caroline, were only in knickers to begin with).  Caroline wanted to swim,
but she was mulling whether she could bring herself to shed her last
remaining item of clothing.  She was still worried what her friends would
think, so she tried to elicit their thoughts.

    -�So, anyone for a swim? -� she asked her friends.  Prudence just
shrugged and started to get up, of course still in her bikini.

   Becky stayed put and just looked at Caroline and asked,  -�Surely you
-(TM)re not taking your knickers off, are you? -� Caroline was
disappointed. If Becky had dared her to do it, or even if her tone had
sounded a bit more encouraging, she would have pulled her knickers off in
an instant.  As it was, she thought she heard something mildly disapproving
in Becky -(TM)s tone.

    -�No, I guess I -(TM)ll leave my knickers on.  It seems fine to swim in
underwear.  Are you coming in? -�

    -�No way, -� said Becky.   -�These are my best bra and knickers.  I
-(TM)m not ruining them in seawater.  You two have fun while I guard our
things. -� Caroline looked disappointed that the supposedly impetuous Becky
was being so hesitant.  Becky noticed Caroline -(TM)s reaction and, after a
brief pause, said,  -�I will join you this far at least. -� With that she
sat up, crossed her legs Indian style, and reached behind her back with one
hand, stretching the other across her sexy red bra.  She undid the clasp
and slipped it off, keeping her arm firmly across her breasts, and blushed
deep red.  It did not take long for Becky to realise that she looked rather
ridiculous awkwardly covering her breasts while she was surrounded by
hundreds of mostly naked people who were neither paying attention to her
nor at all likely to take any notice let alone offense if she took her arm
away.  In fact, she realised, she was more likely to draw attention to
herself by seeming coy or embarrassed, so, looking Caroline in the eye, she
slowly lowered her arm and planted both palms on her towel.

   Caroline beamed a smile of approval and thanks, then took Prudence by
the hand and led her down to the water.  It was difficult picking their way
across the large pebbles, and finding a safe foothold was especially
difficult in the water.  Caroline felt rather awkward teetering this way,
especially as she was only wearing knickers, so as soon as the water was
deep enough she plunged forward and swam free.

   If the unaccustomed feeling of sunshine and fresh air on her bare
breasts was wonderful, the feeling of the water on them was incredible. 
Caroline swam out as far as she could before turning back to see Prudence
still knee-deep, picking her was forward across the pebbly bottom.  She
swam back in until her feet found the bottom again and then stood and waved
to Prudence.  Prudence stopped and gaped to see just the top half of
Caroline -(TM)s torso sticking out of the water, which came to just below
Caroline -(TM)s bare breasts.  As the sea rippled and flowed, it would lap
across her breasts, covering them for a moment before falling away.  And
Caroline just stood there, waving and smiling the biggest smile Prudence
had ever seen her with.  At that moment, Prudence went from feeling
embarrassed to be with a topless friend (after all, it did seem a bit
ridiculous to remain embarrassed by that, given what was all around her),
to feeling glad her friend was obviously so happy.  She even wished she
could feel that happy herself, though taking her own top off seemed the
last way to achieve it.

   For twenty minutes, the two girls swam together happily, chatting away
as Prudence become increasingly relaxed, before they realised they ought to
get back to Becky, who had been sitting alone and topless all that time. 
Picking their way out of the water across the pebbles was even more
difficult than going in, but if Caroline was more aware of her semi-nudity
as she teetered back the other way, this time facing everyone on the beach,
she didn -(TM)t show it.  As soon as she had a firm footing on dry land,
she stood up tall.  She was surprised to notice that Becky was nowhere to
be seen at their beach towels.  She and Prudence made their way there and
scanned the crowded beach in vain for a minute until they spotted Becky,
still just wearing her scarlet knickers, walking slowly towards them
(running across the pebbles was not really possible with bare feet) and
smiling broadly.

    -�I -(TM)ve just been over there talking to Beth and Mary, -� she
called out as soon as she was near enough,  -�and you wouldn -(TM)t believe
what they told me  -- -� Then she stopped dead in her tracks and gasped, 
-�Caroline, your  -- your  -- -� She waited until she was right next to
Caroline and Prudence so she wouldn -(TM)t be overheard.   -�Your knickers
are transparent! -�

   Caroline looked down and saw that indeed her wet knickers were clinging
to her and were, if not completely transparent, certainly more so than they
had been.  She realised, though, that she found this more exciting than
alarming.

    -�Oh, they -(TM)re not that bad, as if it makes any difference anyway,
-� she said calmly.

    -�But you can see your pubes! -� whispered Prudence.  Although the
girls had noted before that Caroline -(TM)s pubic hair was faintly
discernible through her lacy knickers, the effect of the wetness was both
that her knickers became semi-transparent and that her sandy-blonde pubic
hair was noticeably darker.  Even from a considerable distance, it was
indeed possible to make out a dark triangle through her wet knickers.

    -�Well, I still don -(TM)t see what the big deal is.  It just means
people will know  -- Shock!   -- Horror!   -- that I have pubic hair.  So
what?  So does everyone else. -�

   Becky raised her eyebrows and cast her eyes around the crowd, and
Caroline picked up on her point right away.   -�OK, so many of the people
here DON -(TM)T have pubic hair any more.  The point is, look at those who
do. -� Caroline looked around to find a woman with a full bush of public
hair.  She gestured discreetly to a young woman five metres away who was
standing and talking to a man in briefs.  The woman -(TM)s bush was not
particularly thick or overgrown  -" in fact it looked to be trimmed tidily
at the edges  -" but nonetheless it looked natural and normal (whatever
that meant any more).   -�So look at her  -" but don -(TM)t make it
obvious. All you can see is a dark triangle of hair.  Big whoop.  Behind it
is a fanny.  But the same could be said for Prudence -(TM)s bikini or any
other clothes for that matter.  Other than highlighting where that fanny
is, as if we didn -(TM)t know, her bush hides it as effectively as any
clothes.  There is no chance anyone could actually see her fanny unless she
did a cartwheel. -�

   Becky laughed at this thought.  Caroline was aware, of course, from
noticing it all afternoon and thinking a great deal about it, that there
were other movements short of cartwheels that might show fleeting views of
a woman -(TM)s genitals in more detail, and she was also aware that her own
pubic hair was lighter in colour and more sparse than this woman -(TM)s,
but she still felt the general point was valid.  Just because a woman is
naked does not mean her sexual parts are on display.   -�Compared to some
of these women with little or no public hair, a woman who just shows that
she has hair looks positively modest! -� Caroline was also starting to
think a great deal about whether or not it was a big deal even if her
sexual parts were on display, but she didn -(TM)t think Becky was ready to
think about that yet.

   Becky took the point, at least for the time being, and the girls settled
down to enjoy the lovely evening, eating, sipping wine and chatting amongst
themselves and with others around them.  Several more times, Caroline and
Prudence went in for a dip while Becky kept her knickers dry, but she and
Caroline did stay topless for the rest of their time.

   Eventually, as the sun set and the light began to fade and the crowd on
the beach thinned out, Caroline realised she had to go to catch her train.
With a sigh, she pulled her T-shirt out of her pannier and pulled it over
her head.  She then realised that although her bare torso had dried quickly
in the air, her knickers were still damp from her last dip in the sea.  Not
wanting sit on a train with clammy, wet knickers all the way back to
London, she stood up, hooked her thumbs into the lacy waistband and
nonchalantly pulled them down and kicked them aside.  As she stood up, her
T-shirt did not reach down quite far enough to cover all of her essentials.
At the back, it was long enough that it might have covered the top half of
her cheeks, but in fact it was resting on her hips and not covering them at
all.  At the front, it only covered half of Caroline -(TM)s sandy-blonde
pubic hair, now drier but still slightly damp.  Beneath the hem and through
the wispy light hair, Becky and Prudence, who were still sitting looking up
at her, had a clear view of her labia minora sticking out between her outer
lips.

   Having studied the subject all afternoon, Caroline was fully aware of
exactly what Becky and Prudence could see.  But she was trying to make a
point.  (And, she realised, it was sort of fun.) Prudence just stared in
astonishment, as Becky spluttered  --  -�But,  -- but  -- -�

    -�Relax, -� said Caroline.   -�Now stand up. -� They did.   -�What can
you see now? -�

   Becky realised that standing a few feet away, she could no longer see
anything under the hem of Caroline -(TM)s T-shirt.  She also realised that
she wouldn -(TM)t see much more standing at a greater distance with her
eyes at normal eye-level.  It still didn -(TM)t seem right, though.

   Caroline bent over, fished out her shorts and wiggled them on.  With
hugs all around, the girls said their good-byes, promising to meet again
soon, and Caroline walked her bike back across the beach as the others
gathered their things to make their own way home.



   Caroline's Naked Ride -- A Mad Idea part 1

   As Caroline -(TM)s train pulled into Victoria Station, she still didn
-(TM)t know what to make of her experience that day.  She had clearly
enjoyed it, but she couldn -(TM)t single out a reason why.  Of course she
had enjoyed promoting a good cause, and cycling about on a beautiful day
had been great  -" but what to make of all the nudity?  She had enjoyed
that too, but was it watching others or actually stripping down herself? 
First, as for seeing others naked, she was of course fascinated by the men.
It -(TM)s not that she found it sexually stimulating in itself  -" but why,
then was it so obvious to her and the man sitting opposite that her nipples
were standing to attention under her thin T-shirt?

   Of course there was the novelty of seeing so many different penises  -"
cocks and balls  -" having experience only of Mike -(TM)s.  She couldn
-(TM)t believe how many different sizes and shapes there were.  Most of
them, she had to admit, she did not find attractive at all to look at.  But
a few of them  -- mmm, she was still thinking about them.  She could not
help wondering how big they got and  -- what they felt like.  On balance,
though, it did not feel particularly sexy looking at naked men, though it
did inspire some thoughts of a sexual nature.

   The naked women were another matter.  Caroline was not at all sexually
attracted by them, but she was also utterly fascinated to see them all.  It
wasn -(TM)t seeing the variety in their appearance; she knew perfectly well
how women -(TM)s sex organs varied in size and prominence of labia and
clitoral hoods, and she had seen all permutations of shaving and trimming
in the showers at the gym, though she had never seen bright pink pubic hair
before today.  And of course she had seen breasts in all shapes and sizes.
What fascinated her about the women was the unsuspected ways the most
intimate details of a woman -(TM)s vulva might be completely hidden by a
bicycle seat (or not), and especially how different but perfectly ordinary
and innocent movements on a bicycle might suddenly expose a hidden part  -"
albeit sometimes only for an instant.

   On the beach, too, she -(TM)d noticed a couple of girls  -" they seemed
her age  -" having come in from a quick naked swim, sitting in a way that
suggested they were still shy about showing their bodies; they were sitting
with their knees up, leaning forward with their arms wrapped around their
knees and their breasts pressed against them.  Caroline supposed that this
posture was to hide their bare breasts from view, but then she noticed (as
certainly did every man sitting or passing nearby) that this position not
only exposed each girl -(TM)s entire vulva, but neatly framed it between
her upper thighs and the space made by the tapering of her calves to her
ankles.  Anyone approaching from the water or sitting nearby to the side
could see.   -~Did these girls suppose that their legs were clamped
together, shielding their privates from view? -(TM) she thought.   -~They
must have felt the flow of the sea breeze on them, though.  Perhaps their
posture was just for warmth after swimming.  Did they just think that their
ankles provided a visual barrier?  Or did they perhaps know exactly what
was on view but not care? -(TM) Caroline had noticed that a few women tried
to cover their breasts when walking on the beach but made no effort to hide
their genitals, even if they were clean-shaven and completely exposed. 
Caroline could not understand this as she was much more afraid of exposing
her sex than her breasts.  She didn -(TM)t think she could ever sit like
that on the beach, but if she had not seen the other girls she was pretty
sure she would have had no idea what she was showing.  Whether they were
aware or not, Caroline knew that she would have to be careful if she ever
did sit like that.

   Caroline wasn -(TM)t turned on by seeing these unintentional (or even
intentional) acts of exposure  -" at least, she wasn -(TM)t turned on by
seeing another woman -(TM)s most private parts.  But it made her think
about what it meant for herself.  What would she be exposing if she weren
-(TM)t wearing knickers?  How would it feel to expose parts of her no man
except Mike and her doctor had seen?  She couldn -(TM)t let go of this
nagging curiosity, and a large part of her wished she had had the courage
to try it and find out.  She admired the women who had been brave enough to
bare all, even  -" or perhaps especially  -" those whose posture and tan
lines suggested they were still shy about too much public exposure, and she
was really annoyed with herself for chickening out.  She vowed she would
definitely do the ride again in the altogether  -- next year.  A year away.
That seemed so long.  She cursed herself for wasting the opportunity, and
wondered how she could wait.

   By now, her train had arrived.  She and the man opposite her both
retrieved their bikes and went off in opposite directions at the ticket
gates.  With her head still turning over all these thoughts, Caroline
walked her bike across the busy road next to the station and headed toward
the quiet backstreet she usually took on her daily bicycle commute.  She
came across a quiet little square and turned in just to give herself some
peace and quiet in which to collect herself.  She was struck by how
deserted the square was; there was only one man a short distance away
smoking a cigarette.  The side streets were also deserted.  Caroline
usually went this way during the busy morning and evening commute hours,
but it was now nearly ten o -(TM)clock on a Sunday night, and practically
no one was about.

   She noticed that her bike was still covered in WNBR posters and the
green seat cover.   -~Oh my god, -(TM) she thought.   -~What if the other
cyclist on the train noticed them?  There is nothing to be ashamed of in
the ride, -(TM) she reminded herself,  -~especially to another cyclist. 
Far from it.  Anything to promote cycle safety and remind the public how
invisible cyclists usually are is a good thing. -(TM) 

   Suddenly, she had an idea that was so mad she tried to dismiss it right
off  -" but it wouldn -(TM)t go away.  She tried to imagine how few people
were likely to see her on her ride home at this hour  -" possibly even
none. Could she  --?  Was she just still affected by all the wine on the
beach with her friends?  The smoker was looking over at her now and again,
so she began to fiddle in her pannier to give herself something to do, and
to seem to have a reason for loitering.  She saw her still damp knickers
wadded up in the bottom of her pannier and remembered she was only wearing
two things besides shoes and helmet.  Could she  --?  She got out her
lights and adjusted them on her bike, for longer than was necessary. 
Eventually, the smoker stubbed out his cigarette and disappeared around the
corner.  This was it.  The moment of decision.  Could she?  Would she?

   She had to.  She wouldn -(TM)t forgive herself for chickening out again.
Quickly, she shimmied out of her shorts and was naked from the waist down
(as far as her shoes, anyway), just by a usually busy London street.  Just
as quickly, she pulled her T-shirt up and over  -- damn!  She had forgotten
to take her helmet off first.  Her T-shirt was up and over her head,
covering her face, but her arms were tangled in the sleeves and she couldn
-(TM)t get her helmeted head through the neck hole.  She was flailing
about, virtually stark naked on a busy London street, and she couldn -(TM)t
even see if the smoker or another pedestrian came by!

   It seemed an eternity but was probably only half a minute, but she
finally managed to unbuckle her helmet and remove it and the shirt
together. She extracted the helmet and put it back on.  She looked down at
her naked body and felt a surge of excitement tinged with fear.  She was
really doing it!  But what if someone did see her?  What if someone
recognised her?  She fished out her large sunglasses and put them on,
hoping that would be enough of a disguise.  The streets were well-enough
lit that she could see even in sunglasses, but it was dark enough out that
her shadowy naked figure wouldn -(TM)t be obvious to anyone from a
distance, or so she hoped.

   She looked at her bike and asked herself, for the first time that it was
particularly relevant, whether she should lift her leg forward and over the
bar or swing it back and over the seat.  There was no one around to see
either way, so she did what she usually did and swung her leg back.  She
planted her foot on the pedal and pushed off.  She was hardly 100 metres
from Victoria Station and cycling starkers, all by herself.  For the first
half mile or so along her usual daily commuting route, she saw no
pedestrians or cars on the road. 

   Then she saw a pedestrian ahead on the opposite side, walking in the
same direction with his or her back to her.  Feeling a bit giddy with the
thrill of riding naked (and perhaps still with the wine), she simply sped
up and zipped past.  She was close enough that the pedestrian must have
noticed a cyclist passing, but had he or she noticed that she was naked? 
Would an average pedestrian even bother to look up at a passing cyclist? 
Given that Caroline herself couldn -(TM)t tell if the pedestrian was male
or female, what would the pedestrian have noticed even if he or she had
looked up?  Caroline certainly heard no reaction, so she assumed she -(TM)d
got away with it and let out a little sigh of relief.

   She soon arrived next to the small triangular park where her quiet side
street merged into a much busier road.  Caroline suddenly panicked that the
upcoming stretch would be too exposed.  Quickly, she hopped off her bike
and ducked into the park to give herself time to think.  She often visited
the farmers market there on weekends, and it felt strange and thrilling to
be standing there naked.  Though there were a few trees, the park did not
really provide any shelter to speak of other than being a bit darker than
the roads.  Caroline tried to think of the most suitable back streets to
divert into, though this would mean leaving her direct commuting route.  A
car passed, but Caroline did not think the driver could have seen her.

   After that, though, it was quiet again, and Caroline realised the main
road was much less trafficked at that hour than she expected.  She realised
that she was enjoying not just the marvellous sense that she was cycling
stark naked, but that she was doing so on the route she followed daily, and
she didn -(TM)t want to leave it.  So she mounted her bike again and
charged straight ahead along the main road.  There were still no cars or
pedestrians.  Wow,she thought.

   She approached a junction.  She had a green light, but there was a taxi
stopped at the red light on the crossing street.  Caroline would either
have to cycle straight on and right in front of the taxi, or stop and wait
in hope that it would move on without the driver seeing her.  This would
mean waiting by the side of the road for a minute or two for the lights to
change, however, and it was just as likely another car (or more than one)
would come along either on her road or the one crossing.  She decided that
flying by one taxi was better than the risk of standing around in view of
several, so she dashed across the junction.  The driver must have seen
something as it flashed through his headlamps, and this time Caroline was
less sure he was unlikely to notice that it was a naked woman.  Still, the
world did not come to an end.

   She was soon past the junction and speeding along the usually busy but
now deserted road and approaching a turnoff she often took on the way home
if she needed to stop by a minimarket along the way.  Her  -~usual -(TM)
daily route therefore actually had two alternative versions.  It was
definitely quieter to go past the minimarket  -" which would be closed now
-" so Caroline turned and found herself in a quiet residential street.  She
slowed her pace a little and caught her breath.  Though the market was
closed, there was a pub this way and it would still be open.  She just
hoped she would pass before closing time, when all the customers would be
filing out.

   She made it before closing time, but as luck would have it there were
two customers coming out anyway as she passed.  They saw Caroline and
cheered.  Slightly embarrassed, she pointed to the WNBR posters on the back
of her bicycle, hoping that would explain what she was doing cycling naked.
In fact, though, the men weren -(TM)t even wondering what her motivation
was  -" they were just happy to admire the view.

   Once past the pub, Caroline took the opportunity to look down at her
naked body properly for the first time since she -(TM)d started cycling. 
She looked particularly at her crotch to see what was visible above her
bicycle seat.

   Caroline -(TM)s bike was configured between the very upright stance of
some of the women she -(TM)d seen in Brighton and the nearly horizontal
racing stance of some others.  Her torso leant forward when her hands
rested on the handlebars, but not very much.  A spectator in front would
have a full-on view of breasts and tummy (and she noticed with pride how
flat and toned it looked).  Below that, Caroline could see virtually all of
her sandy-blonde pubic hair, which obscured her view of what was
underneath. She could only just see the nose of her saddle  -" with its
bright green cover  -" sticking out between her thighs as they moved up and
down.  Caroline had a lady -(TM)s seat, so it was shorter in front than the
 -~men -(TM)s -(TM) seats even some women used.  This meant there was not a
long expanse of seat for her vulva to rest on hidden from view, though with
her semi-upright posture it wouldn -(TM)t have done so anyway unless she
had rolled her lower torso very far forward.

   Curious to see how much was potentially exposed, she reached down and
gingerly parted her moderately sparse pubic hair with two fingers, exposing
not only the entire top half of her labia, but also her two-inch long
clitoral hood.  Both were enlarged and flushed dark pink, and her hood was
partially retracted.   -~Oh, my! -(TM) she thought.  Then she reached down
with her middle finger and felt the mouth of her vagina, which was sopping
wet.   -~Oh MY! -(TM) She was glad the pub wasn -(TM)t her local and that
she hadn -(TM)t recognised anyone.   -~This isn -(TM)t supposed to be about
sex, it is supposed to be about cycling and independence.  Why am I so
aroused? -(TM)



   Caroline's Naked Ride -- A Mad Idea part 2 (conclusion)

   After another half mile winding through side streets, Caroline was
nearing home.  Between her and her front door was a street to cross that
was usually busy, and beyond that lay her street, which was apt to be even
busier even at that hour, not to mention the bus stop in front of the door
to the a block of flats where she lived.  Though she knew the street and
bus stop would be less busy late on a Sunday than at other times, there
were still bound to be some cars and people around and she didn -(TM)t dare
run the risk of being recognised by a neighbour or even seen entering her
block by someone who might recognise her later.  Reluctantly, she brought
her mad, naked ride to an end about a quarter mile from home.  She
dismounted in a deserted street, retrieved her clothes from her pannier and
put them on before finishing her journey.

   While she was riding that last, clothed quarter mile, though, there were
far fewer people and cars than she had feared  -" probably no more than had
seen her fly past already that night.  Even more surprisingly, there was
actually no one in sight when she arrived at her front door.  As she
unlocked it and pushed her bike into the block, she realised she could have
made it all the way completely naked without being seen by more than a
couple more people and that she would not have been recognised or even seen
entering her front door.   -~Oh, well, maybe another time, -(TM) she
thought with a laugh,  -~as if that will ever happen. -(TM)

   She wheeled her bike to the back and through the door to the light well
where bicycles were stored.  Looking up, she saw that the windows of her
flat were all dark and realised that Mike must have gone to bed early as he
had to get to work very early the next day.  Still flushed with the thrill
of having been naked in unaccustomed places and disappointed it had all
ended so soon, she had another mischievous idea and slipped her clothes off
again.  She felt a tingle of excitement over every inch of her bare skin,
especially those most sensitive areas of her nipples and sex.   -~What if
someone catches me on the stairs? -(TM) she thought.  She thrilled at the
danger.

   This time she removed her shoes and helmet as well and stuffed
everything into her pannier along with her long-neglected knickers.  She
added her sunglasses and the little gold pendant she usually wore, locked
the door to the bike storage and padded silently and breathlessly up the
stairs to her flat, as completely naked as it was possible to be, her
pannier in one hand and her keys in the other.  She was unlikely to meet a
neighbour on the stairs at that hour, and if she heard anyone coming she
could duck around a corner on one of the landings, but it still seemed
slightly dangerous  -- and thrilling.

   When she got to her flat door several flights up, she peeked through the
letter slot and, seeing no sign of lights or movement, she very quietly
turned her key in the lock, opened her door and slipped in.  Closing the
door silently behind her, she leant against it and realised she had been
holding her breath.  She breathed out and in a few times.  There should
have been nothing remarkable about being naked in her own flat, but if Mike
suddenly found her like that he would wonder what the hell was going on. 
Quietly, she put down her pannier and hung up her keys and then tip-toed
down the corridor, past her closed bedroom door.  She went into the
bathroom, closed the door and turned on the light.  Her eyes were
overwhelmed by the sudden brightness, but also by the sight of herself in
the full length mirror.  Being stark naked in her own bathroom was even
less remarkable, but thinking back to what she had just done, she was
exhilarated.  She also thought her naked body looked stunning.   -~Maybe I
should let more people enjoy the sight sometime, -(TM) she thought.   -~One
step at a time, though. -(TM)

   With that, she turned off the light and crept across to her bedroom door
and silently turned the handle.  Inside, she could hear Mike gently
snoring. She tip-toed up to the bed, lifted the covers and slipped under
them.  Mike felt her arrive and mumbled something, half asleep.  Caroline
had no intention of going quietly to sleep, however, and she reached under
the waistband of Mike -(TM)s boxer shorts and took his penis  -- his cock
in her hands.  As she slowly massaged it with her fingers, it seemed to
stir to wakefulness faster than Mike, though he soon grunted something
inarticulate and vaguely appreciative.  Caroline took her hand out and with
both hands pulled his boxers down and off.  He was now awake and wondering
what was going on.  Then she straddled Mike -(TM)s thighs and resumed
massaging his cock until  -" in very little time at all  -" it was fully
erect.  Caroline moved her pelvis forward and slowly lowered herself down
onto him as Mike, though surprised, put up no resistance.

   Caroline moved up and down, slowly at first, and then with increasing
speed.  She imagined she was on her bicycle, pumping furiously, speeding
stark naked through the crowded streets.  She closed her eyes and
remembered all the feelings stirred up when she first saw the ride
participants naked and getting painted, then the terrifying thrill of
stripping to her bra and knickers.  She saw the man with the lovely,
perfect cock.  She relived all the remarkable moments of the ride itself,
the fear of the pushy spectators at the start, then the free fun as the
ride took off and especially when she shed her bra.  She felt the sun, air
and sea caressing her bare skin.  Finally, she remembered her daring, mad
naked ride through London  -" the fear of being seen, the playful challenge
of avoiding it, and then the rush of finally being seen by a handful of
bystanders.

   She cried out and came faster and stronger than ever before, but still
she kept pumping.  She ran her fingers through Mike -(TM)s chest hair and
leaned forward, as if straining uphill on her bike.  She tried to imagine
how her change in posture affected what she would expose from behind.  Her
head swam with conflicting recollections or embarrassment and pride, a
swirling mix of anticipation, fear, excitement, exhilaration and arousal.
Pleasure radiated throughout her body.  She was well on her way to a second
orgasm  -" it would have been the first time that had happened  -" when
Mike began groaning and then, with a grunt, exploded inside her.  Finally,
she rolled off him and onto her back beside him, spent.  She could just
reach over to grab some tissues and clean herself up as best she could
without getting up, as she no longer felt capable of doing so.

    -�What was all that ab -" -� Mike started to ask, but Caroline just
touched his lips with her finger.

    -�I -(TM)ll tell you tomorrow. -�  -~What on earth will I say tomorrow?
-(TM) she wondered, but soon she drifted off into a blissful sleep.

   * * *

   The sun was streaming in the window by their bed the next morning when
Caroline looked up to see Mike, fully dressed and buckling his cycle
helmet.

    -�I was afraid you -(TM)d oversleep, -� he said.   -�That was some
surprise last night.  You -(TM)ll have to tell me tonight what you spent
all your time talking about with Becky and Prudence.  Bye, -� and he headed
out the door.

   As Caroline heard her flat door close shut, she sat bolt upright and
threw off the covers.   -�The posters! -� she cried.  She had just
remembered that her bicycle, next to Mike -(TM)s in the rack, was still
covered with World Naked Bike Ride posters and the green seat cover.  She
could never explain those to Mike!  She jumped out of bed and ran down the
corridor, grabbing her keys and dashing out the door and down the stairs.
She was startled to meet her downstairs neighbour, Mrs.  Lawton, a widow of
sixty, on the landing below.  Mrs.  Lawton was even more startled, as
Caroline was still stark naked.

    -�My goodness, dear.  Look what you -(TM)ve done! -� she said, with a
tone of sympathy.  Caroline suddenly realised what she meant and tried
covering herself with her hands, though in her flustered state she kept
switching the hands trying to cover her breasts and her groin and so didn
-(TM)t do a very good job of covering either.   -�Oh don -(TM)t bother with
that  -" you don -(TM)t have anything an old woman like me hasn -(TM)t seen
hundreds of times before.  And don -(TM)t be embarrassed.  It -(TM)s
happened to all of us at one time or another.  Have you locked yourself
out? Come have a cup of tea while we sort you out. -�

    -�Oh, no, thank you.  I -(TM)ve got my keys, -� replied Caroline,
extremely relieved to find that was the case.  There was no way she could
have tea in her neighbour -(TM)s flat completely naked.   -~And what about
Mike and the posters? -(TM) she thought.   -~Oh well, it -(TM)s probably
too late now, and I can hardly go down to meet him like this -(TM).  
-�Thank you for the offer, though.  Maybe another time.  When I -(TM)ve got
clothes on! -�

    -�As you wish, dear.  You -(TM)re welcome any time.  I hope you -(TM)ll
always feel as comfortable in my home as you do in yours! -�

    -~What did she mean by that? -(TM) Caroline thought.   -~Does she think
I run around my own flat naked?  And did she mean  --? -(TM)

    -�Thanks, -� was all Caroline could say as she dashed back up the
stairs, hoping not to meet another neighbour on the way.  She fumbled with
her keys at the door, first inserting the wrong one.  It seemed to take
ages, but finally she threw open the door and ran in, slamming it safely
behind her.  Catching her breath, she ran to the bathroom to throw water in
her face, which was hot with embarrassment.  In the bathroom, she caught
sight of herself in the full-length mirror again and was horrified to see a
big, white blotch on the inside of her right thigh.  Oh my god, she
thought.  -~Did Mrs Lawton notice that? -(TM) She grabbed a flannel and
began feverishly trying to rub it off, before realising there was no
urgency any more.  What was done was done.  With a sigh, she turned on the
shower and though to herself,  -~That -(TM)s it.  I -(TM)m never going to
be naked again! -(TM) But it wasn -(TM)t going to be that simple.