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 �>�My first B2B By juliec

   This story is about the day I left my heart in San Francisco.      I
left an uptight background in the Bible Belt and came to California to have
fun and get naked.   It -(TM)s been a battle with my hangups but my looser
side is winning and I -(TM)ve been having a ball.  When I -(TM)m not
working in the ER that is.    I did have a side job as a stripper in
Nevada that was a lot more fun, but I got tired of getting ripped off.   
May of last year after I had already started a mad non-stop work life in
the middle of nowhere my friend Bert from the Bay Area called me up. 
 Asked me if I wanted to be in a foot race.   That was a bit hard to
imagine until he told me we -(TM)d be running naked all the way across San
Francisco.  He had entered us both in Bay to Breakers.  So Goddamn!   I
was interested!   I did the unthinkable and took a weekend off.    Bert
came down during the week before, so we could drive back on Saturday. 
 But he -(TM)s limping.   Nothing he says.   Just tripped.   Well I
took a look at it and got him to a doctor friend.   It wasn -(TM)t bad but
needed time so we put him on crutches.   Bert convinces me I can do B to B
on my own so I go with him to San Francisco where we stay in this nice
hotel just a few blocks from the start.    As many of you know, the race
is supposed to start at 8AM but there are so damn many people and they
start getting there real early.   Even if you -(TM)re way early you
-(TM)ve gotta be pretty damn pushy to get within two blocks of the start.
 This all means a lot of waiting around in a crowd early in the morning.
 Bert tells me that lots of people just cut a hole in a garbage bag and
put it over their head to keep warm until the start.   So that -(TM)s what
I do.  Doesn -(TM)t look good but I can just throw it away.    The
morning of the race I -(TM)m walking down the streets with Bert on
crutches.  I -(TM)m wearing running shoes and a garbage bag - period. 
 Oh yes a cell phone  and race number on my arm.   The streets are
filled with people in running gear, costumes, and garbage bags.   Some of
them could be naked too.  You can -(TM)t really tell.   It gets pretty
dense to the point where Bert has to head back promising to pick me up at
the end of the run.    God!  All of a sudden I -(TM)m standing in the
biggest crowd I ever saw in my life, naked under a Goddamn garbage bag. 
 How the Hell did I get in this position?   I can -(TM)t decide if I
-(TM)m scared to death or having fun.  God for all I know I could be the
only one naked.   Are other people naked under those bags?   Are other
people gonna strip?   Will everyone be laughing at the naked little blonde
girl from out of town?   I admit it I was really really god damn scared.
Excited too.    And by the way people are tossing tortillas around like
Frisbees.  Where the hell am I?    So you could hear them announce the
start of the race.  God knows how far in front of  me.   Nothing moves.
 A few garbage bags come off to reveal running clothes.  Shit!   Not a
naked person in sight.    I was lucky that it wasn -(TM)t really that
cold.  Imagine how it feels to be sweating in a plastic garbage bag. 
Creepy, clammy, sticky feeling.  I knew I needed to get some air in there.
 When the crowd started to move I made mine.  As I came by a big pile of
other peoples garbage bags etc I pulled  off my garbage bag and tossed it.
 Goddamn point of no return.  Julie naked in a big goddamn crowd for the
first time in world history.    Everyone around me is wearing clothes of
some kind including weird costumes.   They -(TM)re whooping it up but few
of them really pay that much attention to me.   Appreciative looks from
some guys.  None trying to come on to me.   A few shouts  -�Go for it
girl. -�   -�Yes! -�   -�Take it off. -�   -�First nude girl! -�  -�Show
 -~em, sister. -�  (That last was a girl -(TM)s voice.)    God I
thought. This might work out nice.  We -(TM)re moving forward and I -(TM)m
looking around.  Finally after about two blocks being alone and naked I see
a couple of naked guys.   Good looking guys.   They -(TM)re starting to
run so I work my way over to them.   Everyone -(TM)s nice about letting
the naked lady through and no one grabs.   God what a cool crowd!   (I
-(TM)m definitely not at home  where I would have gotten jeered at,
arrested then run out of town not to mentioned probably raped somewhere in
there.)    There turn out to be 4 naked guys and they welcome me into
their group.   They -(TM)re big, handsome and totally gay.   I feel safe
and run with them a couple of miles seeing all kinds of costumes and a few
more naked people.   A lot of them are from some nudist group wearing
yellow hats.   Most of them older guys with a few ladies.   Hope I have
the guts to run around naked when my body looks like that.    The gay
guys got to be too fast for me and I let them go at the bottom of  Hayes
Hill which I had to walk up.  I was tired and god did my tits hurt.     
Bert had told me not to keep the same speed, walk, run, and even stop,
otherwise you just hang with the same people and miss the show.   Almost
all of the naked people were walking, so going slower I had a chance to
talk to them.   At the top of the hill I just stopped for about a half
hour to watch the madness go by and to get checked out.   That was nice! 
  I walked mostly, ran some, stopped a lot and tried to check out the
crowd.  I walked with guys sometimes, always making sure that none of them
monopolized me.  There were several stretches where I was the only naked
one in sight.   Probably less than 1% of the participants were naked and
not that many of those were girls.  I didn -(TM)t see any other girls
alone, so I felt brave.       One time I stopped and lined up for a
portable toilet with people in clothes.   They all looked me over and I
struck up a conversation with a couple of guys but no one even mentioned me
being naked.   Only in San Francisco!!    I had been told that when you
got to the finish line that you needed to dress right away.  Every naked
person I saw was carrying clothes, but I was counting on Bert to pick me
up.  But Goddamn!  he wasn -(TM)t there.    I stood around at the finish
line trying to call him.   I walked over to the beach and sat naked on the
sand for awhile until I got the evil eye from some sweet family.   I was
getting concerned but the idea of being stuck naked, alone in a big city
was the kind of thing I often dreamed of.   I -(TM)m telling myself to
enjoy showing my body.  Live out the fantasy!    So I went back to the
finish area and a cop tells me I need to get dressed.   When I tell him my
story he calls a female cop who puts me in the back of a squad car offering
me a blanket.   Now I -(TM)m scared.   I put the blanket over me because
she wanted me to, but it -(TM)s itchy and God I -(TM)m still naked in the
back seat of a police car maybe going to jail.    So she comes back with
several male cops (who just seem to be there to look me over) and asks if I
-(TM)d had any luck reaching Bert.   It seems they need the squad car for
some accident call and I can -(TM)t have the blanket either (city
property).  She suggests that I just go sit in the bushes and try to call
Bert.   She did say that she -(TM)d have to  -�take me in -� if I was
still here when she got back.    There -(TM)s a big party in Golden Gate
Park about a mile from the race finish that a big crowd was walking to. 
 So I cut through the bushes and when the cops weren -(TM)t  looking
anymore I cut over and blended into the crowd going to the party.   People
were nice but told me that nudity was no longer allowed.  (Duh!  I -(TM)d
just been in a squad car!)  Also that they wouldn -(TM)t let me into the
party area naked.   I tried anyway but sure enough didn -(TM)t get in. 
 So I cut through the bushes again and sneaked in easy.    I got away
with being naked at the party by staying on the edges hiding in the trees
if I saw anyone that looked like security.   Some guys brought me food. 
Some of them had snuck in some beer so I had some of that too.     
Looking back on this it was fun but God I was worried about naked me in the
big city alone and if something had happened to poor Bert.  Of course
looking back I wish I could of relaxed and enjoyed it more.   I -(TM)ve
masturbated more than once while running the memories through my head.   
Finally, finally I get a call from Bert with a stupid story.   He had
dropped his phone and it wasn -(TM)t working.   All the pay phones he
could find had been vandalized.   It was tough getting to them on
crutches.  Finally was able to borrow a phone.   Yada yada.   Have I
mentioned that he -(TM)s a flake?  I tore into him about how long it had
been but in the end I had to admit I -(TM)d had fun.    So he still had
his race number and managed to get into the party.   Didn -(TM)t bring me
any clothes, though.  I was expecting my clothes but I don -(TM)t think I
really wanted them yet.  So I walked right through the middle of the crowd
with him in tow on his crutches.   No reason to care about being kicked
out anymore.   I loved strutting through the crowd wearing nothing and got
some nice compliments.   When we got to the car I even took off my shoes
and rode all the way back home  to the desert totally completely
wonderfully naked.   Loved the Hell out of it.      Bert had to stop for
gas on the way and I needed to use the little girls room.  I was so up
about being naked that I just walked over to it the way I was.  Everyone
looked.   No one tried to stop me.  We ate at a drive-through fast food
where the kid at the window got an eyeful.      Out on a lonely stretch
of highway I put my feet up on the dash and attacked my own pussy.   God
what a release.  Felt like I came 100 times.   I did hear a truck horn
when I was at a point where there was no stopping and didn -(TM)t care who
saw.    I live in San Francisco now, so I do have some more stories of
naughty things I've done locally.  (Don't bother looking me up - this is
not my real name.)    Julie