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 ï>¿Jenna Walks the Dog by Daring Burlinski

    -œSure, Mr.  Wilton, I -(TM)d be happy to walk your dog. -

   I was talking to my neighbor, an older gentlemen who was recently
involved in a car accident.  He was pretty much OK, but still recovering
from a sore hip.  The doctors had told him that he should not engage in any
strenuous walking activity.  Unfortunately, that meant he couldn -(TM)t
take his dog, Rufus, out for his morning exercise.

    -œThat -(TM)s awfully kind of you, Miss Jenna, - he said to me with a
grateful smile.   -œNow I don -(TM)t want Rufus to be any trouble -- -

   Rufus was a chubby little pug, but seemed harmless enough.  I figured a
walk around the block and through the park would be easy enough.  I had
nothing better to do on this lazy weekend morning.  Well, I did have some
computer work I needed to catch up on.  But walking the dog would give me
an excuse to get out of the house and enjoy the sunshine.

   I laughed and said to Mr.  Wilton,  -œOh, I -(TM)m sure he will be a
charming companion.  It will be no problem! -

    -œAll right then, here is his leash, and here is a bag with some treats
as well as what you need to clean up after him. -

   I took the leather strap in one hand, and slung the tote bag over my
other shoulder.  It wasn -(TM)t very heavy at all, containing a few
biscuits, a plastic scooper, and some baggies.  Giving the leash a little
tug, I brought Rufus to my attention.

   Mr.  Wilton waved me away with some parting instructions,  -œMake sure
you keep to the route that we already discussed.  Rufus doesn -(TM)t
usually like new adventures, and might be a bit nervous with your
unfamiliar hand.  I don -(TM)t want him to act up on you -- -

    -œWe -(TM)ll be fine, - I assured the concerned dog owner,  -œAnd we
-(TM)ll be back in just a little while. -

   With that, I turned around to start walking down the driveway.  The
little dog obediently trotted after, and was soon at my side.  A warm,
pleasant day, I wore a yellow summer dress that came to my knees.  Perhaps
it was not the most practical wardrobe for walking a dog, but I didn -(TM)t
expect any trouble.  Anxious to get out of the house, I had just slipped on
a pair of flip-flops.  Now I stepped on to the quiet street, the rays of
the sun feeling good on my bare arms, lower legs and toes.

   We made our way across to the other side of the road, following Mr. 
Wilton -(TM)s explicit directions to walk around the block.  This would
lead us a mile and a half until we reached a park near some wooded trails.
Hopefully, we would make our rounds, Rufus would do his business, and then
we would head back home.  It was good exercise for the little mutt, and by
the way his tummy jiggled, I could tell he needed it!  I don -(TM)t think
he would be getting any extra treats from me --



   Entering the park, I saw a couple of small children with their mothers.
They smiled and waved, I was almost tempted to go over and let them pet the
dog.  But I knew I was not to deviate from the path Rufus was used to
following.  So I just smiled back, then started moving toward the trails
that I guess were used for hiking or bike riding.

   It was pretty quiet beneath the trees, with no one else around, but then
it was pretty early on a Saturday morning.  Occasionally, Rufus would yap
at me or at some animal in the distance.  But mostly he was well-behaved,
his little paws briskly keeping up with my light steps.  Actually, now that
we were out of the sun and under the shade of leaves, it was a bit cooler.
I paused to rub my arms.

   Then, just as I was about to walk forward again, I noticed there was a
large patch of mud blocking the way.

    -œOh dear, - I said aloud.   -œIt rained the other night -- looks like
the ground here is still pretty wet. -

   I really didn -(TM)t want to walk through the mud, especially wearing my
flip-flops.  My poor feet would get all dirty, and I shuddered at the
thought of that stuff squishing between my toes.  Looking down at Rufus, I
saw that he was eager to get going, as he had not done his business yet. 
Too soon to return home, I was fortunate to see a side trail branching off
to my right.  It certainly appeared a lot dryer.

   I tugged gently on the leash and said,  -œOK, Rufus.  We -(TM)re going
to take a different path today after all.  It shouldn -(TM)t be too bad. 
Come on -- -

   Surprisingly, the pug gave me some resistance.  I guess he really didn
-(TM)t like any break in routine.  Well, he was walking with me now and not
his owner, so that was different enough.  What was wrong with a little
slight detour?  I applied some more pressure and pulled the leash again.

    -œCome on, Rufus!  It -(TM)s just a different path.  Who knows, maybe
it -(TM)s a short cut -- it could be fun!  Please?  I don -(TM)t want to
walk through the mud -- -

   It was a little embarrassing to be pleading with the chubby mutt, but it
seemed he wasn -(TM)t going to let me have my way.  I mean, what did the
dog expect -- I should take off my dress right here and lay it over the mud
patch so we could continue?

   Oooh -- that gave me a sudden exciting idea.  I mean it would be pretty
daring.  But then, it was pretty secluded on this part of the trail.  No
one would ever see, and it would solve the problem of getting past this
minor obstacle.  I looked around, to make sure we were absolutely alone.

   The dog wagged his tail impatiently.



   Already I had butterflies in my tummy, and I knew I just had to do it!
Lowering the leash and the bag to the ground, I told Rufus to stay.  Then I
gripped the light fabric of my dress in my hands, and gently pulled it over
my head, off my body.  For a moment, I stood and clutched the material to
my chest, fearful that I could be caught disrobing.  There was nothing but
the rustle of leaves and the sound of some critter scampering among the
branches above.  I took a deep breath, and walked closer to the mud patch.

   Now I didn -(TM)t really want to get my dress dirty, but it was a lot
better than getting mud over my feet and legs.  Besides, I could always get
it dry-cleaned this week.  So I flipped the fabric up and away from me,
like I was setting a cloth on a table, and watched it float slowly to the
ground -- just lying atop the puddle.  Then I glanced over my shoulder,
then down at my body, as the realization sunk in, that I was standing in
the middle of the trail in just my bra and panties!

   Well, for the next part of my plan, I wanted to walk across the dress as
lightly as possible.  This meant I was going to have to remove my footwear.
I lifted one leg, reaching down to take the flip-flop, then did the same
with the other.  Once I placed the pair inside the tote-bag, I think I
started blushing to be outside wearing so little!  But I continued along as
I slid the straps of the bag over my bare shoulder, and picked the leash up
again.

    -œOK, Rufus, let -(TM)s hurry up and go, before I get caught like this
-- -

   We moved forward, with the little dog leading the way, grateful that his
paws did not have to touch the sticky mud.  My own bare feet followed and I
felt the material of the dress beneath my toes.  A couple of more steps,
and we were beyond the puddle, once more on dry ground.  I lowered the
leash and turned around so I could examine the state of my dress.  Well, I
knew it would be dirty, but I was careful as possible when I crossed to the
other side of the trail.  Just needed to brush if off, then slip it back
over my head.

   Behind me, I suddenly heard Rufus start growling at something.  Fearful
that maybe we had been spotted, I spun around while covering my bra with my
arms.  Luckily, there was nothing there.  But the pug still bared his teeth
and dug his paws into the ground, clearly agitated by something in the
woods.

    -œWhat is it, boy -- - I started to ask, then watched him leap and
bolt into the trees!

   Oh no!  Why did he run off the trail like that?  Instinctively, I jumped
after him, rushing right up to the edge where my toes brushed against dead
leaves and twigs on the ground.  Still holding the bag over my arm, I
peered through the branches and thought I could just make out the sight of
him.  I really had no choice but to follow.  So I pushed my way deeper into
the bramble, ignoring the gentle scratch of wood on my bare skin.

   A little annoyed at this odd behavior, I called out,  -œRufus!  I hope
you haven -(TM)t gotten your leash tangled in here!  You are in so much
trouble -- -



   Sure enough, that is exactly what had happened.  I found the poor thing
looking up at me with big brown eyes, the length of the red leash snagged
and tied up in some roots.  He looked so pathetic and helpless just then, I
felt my anger disappear and had to laugh.  I moved in close and crouched
down to scratch behind his ears.  I told him it would be all right, and
then got to work at untying the knots, pulling free the leash.

   No sooner had I got the dog all untangled, then he barked his
appreciation, and bolted back through the woods!

    -œOh, Rufus!  Is this your idea of a game?  Mr.  Wilton said you would
be a good boy for me -- -

   With a huff, I placed my hands on my knees and started to rise to my
feet.  Something pulled at me from behind, causing me to loose my balance
and slip to the grass.  How embarrassing, I thought to myself!  Well, I
began standing again, only to notice that some branches close to the ground
had caught on my panties!  They were a sheer blue pair, and actually kind
of flimsy.  I blushed now to think I had been running around the woods in
these!  Figuring I could easily pull them free, I quickly crawled forward.

   Much to my surprise, the panties tore right off my body!  There was a
soft ripping sound as I stood up straight, then the feel of air on my hips
and bare rear-end.  Looking back, I saw the shredded material hanging from
some thorny roots next to where I had been crouching.  I looked down at
myself and saw that I was naked from the waist down!

   Oh my gosh, I was completely bottomless!  Turning my head around
swiftly, I placed my hand in front of my crotch.  Of course, there was no
one else in the area, especially as I was standing among the trees off the
main trail.  Moving closer to the tangle of branches, I bent down to see if
the panties were at all salvageable.  What a sight that would have been, if
there was anybody creeping up behind me!  Well, I took the tattered
material in my fingers, and saw that there was no way I would be wearing
these again.

   The barking of Rufus, made me straighten myself, and I realized that I
still had to go after the little dog.  I would just have to be careful,
then retrieve my muddy dress and we could go back home.  So there I was,
almost totally nude, as I started walking toward the edge of the thicker
brush, and soon looked out on the wide dirt path.  The coast was clear, it
seemed, and the pug was wagging his tail at me.  Mocking me, as now I was
the one who was stranded helpless!  How humiliating, stripped in front of
my neighbor -(TM)s pet!

   I took the bag off my shoulder and discreetly held it over my pubic
mound.  Then, taking a deep breath, I stepped shyly onto the trail.

    -œRufus -- you are in so much trouble, little dog! - I tried to sound
commanding, but I was also nervous, to be back out in the open like this. I
looked over my shoulder, wondering what would happen should a jogger or a
biker approach and see my bare ass!



   I was very close to the pug on the opposite side of the trail, when he
started yelping at me.

    -œNow what? - I said in frustration, bending lower to pick up the
leash.

   And then he leaped up on his hind legs -- his front paws on my knees --
and he took the bottom of the tote-bag in his mouth!  The dog started
tugging, while I gripped the handle straps.  We struggled for a moment, as
I guessed he wanted one of his biscuit treats.  Well, I made the mistake of
telling Rufus there was no way a naughty, chubby little dog would be
getting any snacks now.  That seemed to get a rise out of him, his little
tail wagging furiously, and the bag locked tight between his teeth.  A
final growl, then the beast ripped what I had been using to cover my front,
right out of my hands --

   The dog backed a few feet away, spun on its heels, and plunged back into
the park woods.  I looked down, completely shocked, then clasped my hands
over my pussy.  Thankfully, no one was around to witness my state of
undress.  I thought about what I should do next -- and decided I had better
go after the pug.  I mean, if I went to get my dress first, I might only
ruin that as well.  And I needed that to wear, once this adventure was
over!

   So I pushed my completely bare leg and foot through the thicket of
branches, and then the rest of my near-naked form followed.  As I slowly
walked forward, I called for Rufus, and was aware of leaves brushing over
my stomach and thighs.  I had to use my hands at times to lift branches out
of the way, and this left me totally exposed.  At one point, some needles
tickled the sparse hair of my trimmed bush, causing a delightful sensation
between my legs.  But I had to concentrate on moving forward and finding
that damn dog!

   It seemed the foliage was a lot denser on this side of the trail, as I
probed deeper and deeper through the bramble.  I no longer thought to cover
myself, but held my arms straight out to push twigs and stuff out of my
face.  I could feel nature -(TM)s touch all over my body.  Suddenly, then,
I felt something snag.  Frozen in place, I turned my head to see that two
thorny branches had caught in the material of my bra.  Remembering what
happened last time, I carefully backed up, the soft heels of my feet
crushing leaves on the ground.  But this only caused another dangling tree
limb to snap back, and hook right between the cleavage of my breasts.

    -œOh my, - I gasped.

   Feeling trapped, I started to panic as I plucked at the annoyingly
clinging branches.  Finally, I decided to just make a break for it --
throwing myself forward, I pushed ahead and ended up running a few strides.
But my bra could not withstand the strain.  The delicate fabric was ripped
from my chest, as I brought my hands up just in time to feel my hardening
nipples.  I turned around, and saw that the material had been torn in two,
hanging from separate branches.  And I was left completely in the nude!



   Oh no, what an embarrassing experience this was!  I struck a pose of
desperate modesty, holding one arm across my bare breasts, and placing my
other palm directly in front of my crotch.  I shivered a little, my toes
curling in the leaves and grass.  But then I heard the sound of Rufus
barking again, and that snapped me out of my shock.  I cautiously began
moving in that direction.

   I was now walking stark naked through the woods -- after getting turned
around a few times, soon I approached the edge of the tree line.  Looking
out onto the open path that wound its way through the park, I hid myself
from view, wondering if I would dare step out there without wearing any
clothes.  My neighbor -(TM)s dog suddenly appeared, our brown eyes meeting,
his tongue wagging and yapping away at me.  I figured I had to do something
before he drew more attention over here!

   Well, I paused once more to make sure no one was about, and then I
emerged from the shelter of the trees.  This was so crazy, I kept telling
myself, trying to keep all my important parts covered.  Of course, there
was nothing I could do about my bare butt totally exposed.  I looked down
at Rufus and saw there was no sign of the tote bag.  Out in the middle of
the trail, I had to lower one arm so that I could pick up the leash.  This
left my front momentarily on display, but there was no way I was going to
let the dog run off on me again!

   I wasn -(TM)t really certain how to proceed.  It was pretty awkward, I
can tell you.  Finally, letting the fingers that gripped the leash rest at
my side, I lowered my other arm and used that hand to shield my pubic
mound. Now I gingerly took a few steps down the path, and my breasts
bounced and jiggled with my movements.  It didn -(TM)t help that the cooler
temperature kept my nipples fairly erect --

   And then I realized that I must have come around in a circle, that I was
back on the trail where I started, before I took off my dress to cover the
mud puddle!  I saw the patch of wet ground just ahead, and now my bare feet
raced toward where I had left my only piece of clothing.  But when I got
there, I just stopped and looked in disbelief.  The dress was gone!  In
fact, there was a tire track that must have come from a bicycle cut through
the mud, but no sign of what had happened to my clothes!  Now I was stuck,
bare-ass naked with my neighbor -(TM)s dog --

   Caught completely unawares, another bike rider suddenly sped past me. 
And I was just standing there, I don -(TM)t know if I even thought to cover
my nude body!  The person turned and whistled.

   Well, that certainly got me moving!  I tugged firmly on the dog -(TM)s
leash and we both ran for the side trail the branched off from the main
one. Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh, I kept saying as I realized someone had seen
me naked.  I hoped they didn -(TM)t try to follow me!  We kept jogging a
good distance, before I had to pause to catch my breath.  Rufus was
panting, but then barked his annoyance at my unexpected run on this
unfamiliar path.

    -œShhh, - I scolded the pug.   -œWe don -(TM)t want to let anyone know
we -(TM)re out here! -

   I looked over my shoulder, and it was very still and quiet.  No
indication that the bike rider was coming this way.  This time, I used my
free arm to hold tight my breasts, as I discovered that it was no fun
running with them bouncing free.  Also, it was much easier to move without
a hand stuck between my legs.  And so in this fashion, I proceeded to walk
forward, as a breeze blew over my bush and bare lower lips.

   Suddenly, a pair of joggers -- two middle-aged women appeared around a
bend in the path, and stared at my twenty-four-year-old body!

    -œForget something, honey? - one of them laughed as they continued to
sprint by at a leisurely pace.

   Oh, this was so embarrassing!  I picked up my own pace, and started
moving forward again with Rufus trying to keep up.  My one arm, holding the
leash, was flailing behind me as we ran, trying to put as much distance
between the joggers and us.  Soon, the trail wound around some more, then
came back to the entrance of the park.  It appeared to be quiet, still
early in the morning.  But now it was decision time.  I supposed I had to
return Rufus to Mr.  Wilton, although I didn -(TM)t know how I was going to
explain what happened to my clothes.  Crouching down in the grass, the
little dog moved close to me and started lapping the back of my hand.

    -œSo now you -(TM)re sorry, are you? - I said to my troublesome
companion.   -œWell now look at the state I -(TM)m in -- naked as the day I
was born, and I still have to find a way home!  I hope you -(TM)re up for
some more exercise -- -

   I stood up from my crouched position, counted to ten, then bolted from
the cover of the wooded trail.  With Rufus scampering behind me, I ran out
into the bright sunshine of the park, totally nude.  There were voices as I
dashed for the exit, my bare feet flying over the grass.

    -œA streaker! - someone shouted.

    -œNice ass! - came from somewhere behind me.

    -œHow shameful, - said one of the mothers from earlier in the day, as
I passed them in all my glory.

   I must have been blushing from head to toe, thinking about all the
people who had seen me.  Reaching the street, I turned on to the block
where I hoped there would not be a lot of traffic.  Fortunately there were
things like garbage pails or mailboxes to hide behind.  And I crept along
this way drawing closer and closer to my neighborhood.  At times, if I had
to cross the street, I just had to cover my crotch to keep people from
getting a view of my most intimate charms.  Sometimes I clutched my
breasts, just to hide my extended nipples.  And then, as I reached the last
stretch of houses, I just pumped my arms and legs leaving everything out in
the open.  To be sure, there were lots more whistles and comments, and a
few trucks had honked their horns at the sight of my curvaceous body.

   At last, I arrived at the home of my neighbor.  Thankfully, Mr.  Wilton
wasn -(TM)t waiting for me on his front porch.  I thought maybe I could
just drop off Rufus, then quickly make it back to the privacy of my own
home.  We were very quiet as the two of us walked across the front lawn,
and up the concrete steps that led to the door.  I bent down and was about
to tie the leash to a nearby post, when that incorrigible pug started
barking!

    -œNo, Rufus, not now! - I tried to silence him.  But it was too late.
The front door opened, and Mr.  Wilton hobbled out to stand surprised
before us.

   Immediately I straightened myself, while at the same time draping arms
over my breasts and crotch.  I closed my eyes in humiliation, and a moment
of uncomfortable silence passed.

    -œUm -- back already, Jenna? - my neighbor started, trying to sound
pleasant.

   I rubbed one bare foot behind my other leg and answered,  -œUh -- yes,
we um --that is to say -- -

   A decent man, Mr.  Wilton tried not to look directly at me.   -œJenna,
haven -(TM)t you forgotten something? -

    -œI know -- I -(TM)m not wearing any clothes, - I said, blushing
furiously at the obvious admission.

    -œNo, no, I mean the bag -- with all of Rufus -(TM) supplies? -

   I didn -(TM)t know what to say, and I was feeling really embarrassed and
kind of excited to be standing on my neighbor -(TM)s porch fully nude.

   Finally, Mr.  Wilton gave a good-natured laugh and said,  -œIt -(TM)s
all right, Jenna.  I understand if you misplaced it while you were, um,
sunbathing.  It is a nice day outside and all.  Thank you for taking the
time to walk Rufus for me. -

    -œSure thing, - I managed a weak smile.   -œNo problem -- I, uh, guess
I -(TM)ll be going now! -

   And as my neighbor waved goodbye, I turned around without thinking,
giving the dog and his owner a parting view of my bare ass.  I carefully
walked away, keeping my frontal nudity hidden, then made it safely back to
my home.  Once inside, I had a lot of computer work to catch up on.  I didn
-(TM)t bother to get dressed.
   THE END