STOLEN CLOTHES - PART 1 BY: Hooked6 Hooked6@hotmail.com Copyright December 1, 1999 by Hooked 6. All rights reserved. No reproduction, retransmission, re-posting on another Internet site is permitted without the expressed WRITTEN consent of the author (Hooked6@hotmail.com). The following story is for mature ADULTS only and is pure fiction. Any similarity to actual events is pure coincidence. The story is for ADULT entertainment. The plot of the story if it were true may be considered illegal or abusive in some localities. The author neither advocates or condones such conduct but believes in the right of free creative expression. The author understands the difference between fantasy and reality. By reading this article, the reader hereby asserts that this material is appropriate for the area in which the reader resides and is of an appropriate age to access ADULT material. Comments are ALWAYS welcome. STOLEN CLOTHES BY: Hooked6 Part 1 When I was almost 15, I used to go skinny-dipping in a lake about 3/4 of a mile from where I lived. This lake was in a wooded area that bordered along my subdivision. I felt quite comfortable swimming there as I never saw anyone around. One day after my swim, I got out of the lake and to my horror my clothes were gone! I never heard anyone and couldn't understand what had happened. At first I thought maybe I was just mistaken about where I laid them down. After a search failed to locate them, I started to panic. How would I get home?! My house was several streets into the neighborhood. After several long hours of pondering my predicament, I resigned myself to at least try to make it home as it was only mid-afternoon and most people would be at work I thought. Walking through the woods feeling the gentle summer breeze against my body made me very aware of how vulnerable I was. Every noise made my heart skip a beat and caused me to crouch down to hide. Finally I reached the end of the woods and my cover. Swallowing hard, I decided just to run like hell through the various backyards of the neighborhood in order to reach my home. In this way, I was avoiding the open streets and the chance of being caught by a passing car. Mustering up all my courage, I took off like a bullet and made it past the first three houses. It was then that I heard Mrs. Barker yell at me! I froze. She knew me and I couldn't just run away for fear she would just call my mom later making matters worse. I was mortified. I was standing stark naked in front of this lady in her mid thirties feeling totally humiliated. I explained to her what had happened hoping to garner some sympathy for my situation. To my surprise and great relief, she just laughed and told me I had better get inside. Once inside her house, she told me to have a seat in her front room and she disappeared down the hallway. I was hoping she went to get me something to cover myself with. I sat in the cair with my hands over my crotch trying to hide my cock and waited for what seemed like forever. Finally she returned. She hadn't brought me anything to cover with! instead she handed me a plate of cookies and a glass of milk which now occupied both my hands. My cock now in plain siter began to grow! "Oh, please NO!" I thought, hoping that my swelling member would subside. Mrs Barker sat on the couch as I sat stupidly holding the plate of cookies in one hand and the glass of milk in the other. She chatted with me for several minutes, occasionally glancing at my crotch and smiling. Mrs. Barker then said, "You know Jonathan, you could be in BIG trouble with your mom. But, I am sure that if I took you home and explained things, everything will be OK. If you'll just be patient for a few minutes and work with me, we can be on our way." Finally -a way out of this mess I thought! I began feeling a little more comfortable. . . then it happened. I heard voices outside and the front door suddenly opened. OH MY GOD! It was Mrs. Barker's two daughters! Mrs. Barker turned and said, "Now girls, Jonathan's had a bit of bad luck and someone stole his clothes while he was swimming. We are going to have to take him home so I don't want you to give him any grief, understand?" The girls stood there frozen - just staring at me! The fog cleared from my head and I realized she had said, "WE are going to take him home!" My erect cock now began leaking pre-cum onto the chair. The girls waited at the door whiles Mrs. Barker got her things. She then opened the door and announced that it was time to go. Everyone looked at me waiting for me to move. "I. . . I can't go out like this! Can't I please have. . ." but I was interrupted by Mrs, Barker who said she didn't have all day and we had best get a move on. I slowly rose from my seat, placing the plate and glass on the table and walked nervously past the two girls. They followed me outside and Mrs. Barker opened the door to the back seat. The two girls sat on either side of me as Mrs. Barker got into the front seat and started the car. As we got underway, Tracy, the older girl, rested her hand on my thigh and intently looked me in the eye. Soon the other girl followed suit and I was doing all I could to keep from cumming all over myself. Once home, Mrs. Barker got out and said for me to wait in the car so she could explain things to my mom first. No sooner had she left the car, Tracy's hand grabbed my balls and gave them a hard squeeze! "Stolen clothes indeed! I'll bet you were out running around naked for the hell of it," she said. Feeling her hand tightly around my balls caused me to spontaneously cum all over my lap, to the delight of the younger girl and screams of disgust from Tracy. Mrs. Barker returned and said that no one was home. I told her there was a key hidden under the flower pot on the porch and I then took off like a mad man racing for the door. Cum dripped onto the grass as I squirmed out the door. I heard laughter from the car as I quickly bent down to retrieve the key and slammed the door once inside. I made it home without having to face my mom. Now I only had to worry about what the girls would say to Mrs. Barker!