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 ï>¿Naked Walk by OzoneRed

   It was a beautiful day, the first really warm day of spring.  A lot of
students at the university were taking advantage of the weather.  Some were
lying in the sun in various states of dress and undress, working on their
suntans.  Others were sitting in the shade of the trees and hedges which
were scattered across the campus.

   She was walking across the campus wearing nothing but her shoes, her
hands cuffed behind her back.  She walked slowly, enjoying the feel of the
warm sun on her nude body.  She caught herself looking down at her bare
breasts and her erect nipples every few seconds, watching the way they
bounced and swayed with every step, wishing she could touch them.  Most of
her fellow students pretended to ignore her - savior faire was the cool
attitude - but the occassional whistle followed her.  She always gave the
whistlers a smile, and called a "thank you".  The attention excited her. 
It reminded her that she was stark naked for all the world to see, and that
there was nothing she could do about it.  The loss of freedom and control
turned her on.  She was looking forward to getting back home so she could
masturbate.

   She crossed the street at the edge of campus and passed into the
shopping district.  The sidewalks were wide here, and large concrete
planters with flowers and shrubs lined the curb.  There were restaurants
with outdoor seating areas, and book stores, and student convenience shops.
There were more townies in this neighborhood.  They weren't accustomed to
seeing naked and handcuffed students walking down the sidewalk, apparently
unconcerned.  They stared at her, unabashed.

   She walked four blocks to the end of the shopping district, leaving a
trail of surprised shoppers in her wake.  She had to resist the temptation
to watch her own reflection in some of the store windows.  Several times
she had to dodge quickly, to prevent someone from "accidentally" bumping
into her.  Finally, she reached the last of the planters, just before the
shopping district gave way to the student housing ghetto.  She sat on the
rim of the planter and reached behind her back into the soil, to find the
apartment key she had buried there the day before.  She dropped the key
into her shoe.  Then she started on her walk back home: four blocks back to
campus, almost a mile across the campus itself, then another half mile past
Fraternity Row to her apartment.

   "Really," she thought, "now that they've repealed all the laws against
public nudity here, this is the only place for an exhibitionist to live."