STOLEN CLOTHES - PART 2 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 2 The next morning I was out messing around in my yard when Tracy and her younger sister Amanda came over. I was really nervous about what they might say or do as a result of the previous day. After a few awkward moments of silence, Tracy said, "Look, you were really a very bad boy yesterday and we could really get you into some serious trouble. However, Amanda and I have talked it over and we are willing to forget the whole thing if you will accompany us to the beach this afternoon. We don't really want to go alone and we need someone to help carry our stuff." Tracy seemed pretty sincere and, not wanting to risk their wrath, I agreed. "OK," I said. "I'll go with you." A big smile came over Amanda's face and Tracy said with emphasis, "GOOD! Be at my house at noon wearing ONLY your bathing suit." With that, they left. The word "ONLY" stuck in my mind. At 11:30, I changed into my suit and headed for their house. I did as I was told and wore ONLY my suit - no shirt or sandals. Walking on the pavement was hot, but I managed OK. I arrived on time and Tracy quickly handed me a bag and ushered me into her car. Amanda sat in front with her sister as she drove and I had the backseat to myself. Upon arriving at the breach, Tracy parked the car some distance from the shore and the other cars. She turned around in the front seat and said, "OK, I guess it's time for you to change." One look into Amanda's twinkling eyes told me that something was up. "Change?" I asked. "Change into what? I brought my suit like you asked me to," I said a bit confused. Tracy just smiled and reached into the bag she had brought and handed me a small towel. "Oh no," she said. "We want you to wear THIS! We don't want to take any chances of ruining your good suit. Just take it off and give it to me and then wrap yourself up in this towel. I'll be sure to see that nothing happens to your suit." Amanda started laughing wildly. I wasn't sure what to do, but the look in Tracy's eyes told me she meant business. Much to their delight, I slowly slid my suit down to my ankles exposing my cock for them to see. "Oh look! He's blushing," said Amanda. I quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped myself with it. As I got out of the car, I discovered that it was of sufficient length to just tie a not around my waist to hold it in place. It came to about 3 inches above my knees. I told myself that this was the beach after all and it wasn't really uncommon for people to walk around in only a towel. Tracy and Amanda each grabbed one of my arms and the three of us walked toward the beach. Walking along among the people on the beach, arm-in-arm with the two girls, I was afraid that the towel might fall off and I would be helpless to stop it. The more we walked, the more I imagined that everyone that looked in my direction was aware that I was NAKED under the towel. All sorts of thoughts raced through my mind. Soon I became aware of another problem. With each step I took, the towel gently rubbed across my bare cock and caused the most unbearable sensation. I was losing the battle to keep from getting an erection. The girls soon tired of parading me around the open beach and decided that they wanted to visit the shops across the street from the beach. As we entered the first store, I immediately noticed how out of place I was. Now in close- quarters with other people who were all dressed walking among the aisles, I finally lost the battle to control my cock. A prominent tent had formed under the towel as my penis pointed skyward. Amanda was the first to notice and immediately pointed my condition out to her sister. Their laughter drew attention in our direction. Then I heard a familiar voice from behind me say, "Hi Tracy!" OH MY GOD! It was Mrs. Hampton, a teacher from our school!! I couldn't face the possibility of being seen like this! Too late. Tracy spun us around in her direction and there I stood, erect in my towel, facing one of the most popular teachers in school. "Well, well," Mrs. Hampton said. "What do we have here?" She looked me over and I thought I was going to die! "Having a nice time shopping with the girls I see," she said. I knew what she meant. SHE knew exactly what was going on. I was sure of it! I was doomed! Tracy stood talking with her for several minutes and then we parted company. What a close call that was! The girls then guided me arm-in-arm ever closer to others in the store pretending to be interested in this item or that. As they dragged me up and down several narrow aisles, I accidentally brushed up against several older women - once dragging my cock across another lady's buttocks and almost losing my towel!! Only the quick reflex of my forearm holding fast against my side held it in place. A slit that formed as a result, that ran completely up my thigh on that side, terrified me that I was going to be caught in this VERY public place! We continued walking through the aisles and I was getting several stares and people looked at the ever- increasing amount of flesh that I was showing as we walked. I tried to take small steps to avoid flashing my balls. Only the tiniest piece of material was now sandwiched between my forearm and my side. The girls just laughed. Anyone who was located in just the right position would surely have seen a portion of my erect cock as I took a step. I hoped and prayed that they would soon stop and allow me to fix my towel. Finally we headed out of the store and back toward the beach. "Let's all go for a swim," shouted Amanda. Tracy smiled and said, "OK, but first I think our friend here needs to take a cold shower. We don't want to get him into any trouble." Both girls were laughing hysterically now. We headed towards the public showers. Tracy took me to the door of the men's showers and said menacingly, "Now be a good boy and give me your towel. Go and take a good cold shower. We'll wait for you right here until you're finished." I hesitated. There was no way I was going to let them have my towel. Tracy would have no procrastination, however. She quickly grabbed my towel from me and I was naked as a Jay bird. I scurried into the showers and out of sight! No one was in the shower area fortunately. I actually relished the chance to cool off though, as the sun had begun to take its toll on my bare skin. After a few minutes, I stepped out of the water and inched my way toward the door. Peaking out ever so carefully, I looked for the girls. They were no where to be seen. I called their names. . . nothing! NOW WHAT?! Several guys were headed towards the door so I retreated to the showers again and proceeded to go through the motions of washing up. I got a few odd looks, but they soon left me alone. Once again I checked for the girls. NOTHING! After a while I noticed Tracy's car had pulled up to the parking lot about 50 yards from the showers. Amanda got out and yelled at the top of her lungs, "WE ARE LEAVING NOW. IF YOU WANT A RIDE HOME YOU HAD BETTER GET OUT HERE NOW!" They couldn't be serious! Tracy backed out of her parking space and started to pull the car further away and stopped suddenly. Amanda once again shouted, "IT'S NOW OR NEVER!" I wasn't going to be left behind naked like this so I decided to dash out and make a run for the car. If the girls took off right away after I got in the car, I was sure I that even if people saw me that everything would turn out OK. I had only taken three steps outside the showers when I felt someone firmly grab my shoulder! "JONATHAN!" said the voice. "What ARE you doing!" My life was indeed over. It was Mrs. Hampton!!