From louvre@dido.fa.indiana.eduFri Jun 23 01:24:32 1995
Date: Thu, 22 Jun 95 23:43:09 EST
From: The Louvre <louvre@dido.fa.indiana.edu>
To: jstevens@tdg.res.uoguelph.ca
Subject: Re: request (auto response)
an64379@anon.penet.fi (Clint Eastwood)
Story: A.M. Air - Part 1
Disclaimer: This is a story. These people are not real, never were, and
likely never will be.
Content: This story contains material of a voyeuristic and exhibitionist
nature, along with a fair amount of public embarrassment. It revolves
around a paper boy, working his route, when he encounters a sorority
house.
Comments & discussion welcome (to alt.sex.{voyeurism, exhibitionism}), as
always. Flames will be belched to, to the finale of Tchaikovsky's 1812
Overture.
Hope you enjoy!
A.M. Air
A.M. Air
"Hi," cooed Julie, a twenty-five year-old college co-ed. She
leaned out cautiously from behind the front door of the old
dorm-house, her left arm clutching the white towel that was
wrapped around her moist body. Her brown hair was still wet.
It was a brisk, breezy morning in San Diego, and Jim, a
fifteen year-old paper boy, like males of all ages, was on the
lookout for beautiful girls who might be somewhat carefree about
their manner of dress.
"How's it goin'" he responded, angrily cursing himself,
thinking he sounded like a dunce. He silently scrutinized the
scantily clad girl for a peek at anything he wasn't supposed to
see. He loved his paper route, and delivered the papers early in
the morning, catching as many women as possible just as they got
out of bed.
Man, she was cute, he remarked. She had her towel snugly
wrapped around her young body, but even from the street, he could
see that she was quite well-endowed.
He stared at her damp, tanned skin, envying the sparkling
water droplets that hadn't yet evaporated from her steaming body.
She had obviously stepped out of the shower only moments before.
The Sigma-Tau frat house was one of his favorite addresses,
since the unsuspecting college girls were sometimes less than
prudent about how they dressed at that time of day. The house was
located on a moderately traveled, pleasant, urban street, typical
of Southern California.
From the street, a short cement path led to ten crumbling
concrete steps that delivered one to the front door. A plush,
neatly manicured, grass hill on either side of the steps sloped
down to the sidewalk. Jim regularly tossed the newspaper at the
bottom of the steps so that the girls would have to come all the
way outside in order to retrieve it, unknowingly being watched in
what little they might be wearing at that early hour.
Julie was certainly one girl that he'd like to encounter
wearing as little as possible. The adorable brunette leaned out
carefully from inside, instantly aware of his probing eyes. She
would tease this pre-pubescent schoolboy, she decided viciously.
She could easily manipulate his teenaged, hormone-inflamed
fantasies. It would be fun to watch him deal with her mockery
when she made him get a hard-on, the sneaky, little twerp.
Julie presented a convincing look of frustration when she
saw the newspaper, clearly appearing disturbed at it's location
at the bottom of the steps. Jim cooperatively interpreted it to
mean that she was apprehensive at the thought of him seeing her
so scantilly clad.
To confirm his assumption, Julie glanced down nervously at
herself from inside the door. Seeing that reaction, Jim naturally
watched with even more interest, unconsciously biting his lower
lip.
Cunningly alert to his obvious attention, Julie daintily
stepped outside onto the doorstep, revealing her seemingly tender
innocence to his voracious scrutiny. She stood barefoot on the
cold cement in the chilly morning air, titillated by the illicit
feeling that he was watching her, with her private parts very
nearly showing from under a towel that she knew was much too
short to let herself be seen in. It aroused her to make him think
that she was so naove and pure.
She crossed her arms beneath her chest, ostensibly holding
her towel in place. But to tantalize him even further, she pulled
her arms in close and pressed her wrists upward, causing her
breasts to bulge out from the top of her towel. She knew that it
wouldn't take much more pressure to make the towel come undone,
so she was careful not to push against them too hard. Being a
tease was fun, but she wasn't allowing him to see that much.
When Julie stepped through the door, Jim understood at once
why she might feel somewhat reluctant to come outside, especially
in front of him. Her cotton bath towel was far from generous, and
even though she was wearing it extremely low on her chest, it
barely hung down far enough to cover what was underneath.
By his reckoning it was concealing whatever underwear she
was wearing by no more than an inch at best! He gazed longingly
at her slender, shapely legs, his eyes gliding slowly upwards
between her thighs into the darkness of the damp towel.
She was a cute, young, college co-ed. They always wear those
sexy little colored panties in the movies, he thought to himself.
When she came down the steps, maybe her towel would split open on
the side and he'd see something! Memories ran through his mind of
the girl he caught outside in her underwear one time at this same
frat house.
"So, how are you today?", she asked coyly. Seeing his eyes
playing over her torso, she shrewdly lowered her hands, clasping
them in front of her. She figured the little pervert just might
be able to see up into her towel from down there, it was so
short. Besides that, she knew it would drive him crazy with lust
if she acted nervous and self-conscious in front of him. All men
liked that.
"Um, I'm okay," he mumbled, his attention clearly on her
body. When she dropped her hands to the edge of her towel, he
averted his gaze, realizing that she'd seen him staring.
"Damn, almost...," he lamented, his treat spoiled.
He shifted his position on his bike, his gym shorts starting
to become tighter. He fervently hoped nothing embarrassing would
happen.
"Well, that's nice," she said, smiling an innocent smile.
She knew her teasing was working effectively. She had him so
flustered that he could barely speak! She wanted to giggle, but
dared not spoil her game. She wanted to play him well. She knew
it was torturing him to see her standing up there like she was,
but she wanted to let him agonize for few more seconds.
A breeze wafted by, and the edge of the towel started to
flutter.
"Oh!," she gasped, quickly moving her hand to her side to
keep it closed. "Jeez," she smiled playfully, catching it just as
it started to reveal her white inner thigh. "Kinda breezy this
morning."
"Yeah," he chuckled, his voice jittery. How should he react
to almost seeing a girl's bath towel blow open? He wasn't sure.
"Kinda cold, too, for California."
Playing him like this was making her positively horny, and
the cold morning air only added to the alert condition of her
nipples. So she thought at first he was making a comment about
her boobs. "My high beams," she smiled silently.
But she quickly realized that at his age, he might not know
the effect that cold air had on girls' bodies. Plus, she didn't
think the towel was thin enough that her nipples, even stiff,
would poke out sufficiently for him to see. Not from down at the
sidewalk anyway.
"Brr, you're right," she purred, catching his eye, "It is
chilly."
She glanced ruefully at the paper on the sidewalk, and then
down at herself. Holding her arms away, submissively showing
herself to him, she smiled, "I feel naked with just this little
thing on." She laughed shyly, pulling on the lower edge of the
skimpy towel.
Jim's eyes followed the shadowed crevice of Julie's ample
cleavage that plunged down into her cotton towel. The morning sun
shined brightly, accentuating the round bulges of her breasts.
"Oh no, you're fine," he assured her, wishing it were
otherwise. "Don't worry about me." He hoped she would believe him
and come out like she was.
She recrossed her arms again, embracing herself, and
shivered faintly.
"Well...," she said deciding to risk embarrassment. "maybe
just for a sec." Seeing his young eyes trying to penetrate up
into the dark recess between her thighs, she slyly positioned her
hand in front of her groin before coming down the steps and then
smiled at him, making him uncomfortably suspicious that she was
aware of exactly where he was looking.
To Jim's irritation, she unintentionally obscured her right
side where her towel overlapped, so he wasn't able to see if it
came open when she descended. But she came out! She was walking
right toward him in that little towel!
Once she reached the bottom, they were only five feet from
each other. Julie knelt very carefully, facing him, so that he
couldn't see anything. This close, he would easily be able to see
her butt or up between her legs if she didn't stay at just the
right angle. She grasped the paper and stood up. Discouraged, Jim
saw her towel slide back down in back, unable to see what had
been revealed.
"I don't think it was a very good idea coming out here like
this," she toyed, drawing his attention to her waist with a
modest glance at herself. Again she delicately tugged on the
bottom edge of the towel, appearing as though she was anxiously
trying to discreetly persuade it down further.
As she pulled on the lower edge, Jim watched the knot at her
chest pull down with the stress she was applying.
"No, I think you look fine," he assured her, not knowing
what else to say. He tried not to appear too obvious in his
admiration.
She smiled. "Thanks. This is awfully short, though... I just
jumped out of the shower when you came by. I'm still wet under
here." She watched Jim unconsciously blush in reaction to her
suggestive comment.
"I've never been this indecently dressed in front of a guy
before," she confessed."
"I can't see anything," Jim assured her. "Really."
Looking down at her chest, she said, "Are you sure? I hope
not." She examined herself uncertainly. "Gee it's cold, I've got
goosebumps everywhere. Did you see my tan lines?" Smiling
devilishly, she pushed her chest forward, inviting him to look.
Jim stared intently with her now apparent consent. Tiny
goosebumps prickled on her moderately tanned bosom. The tan line
from a skimpy bikini was quite evident, and a good deal of white
skin was exposed that was usually hidden by her bikini top.
"Yeah, they're nice," he mumbled, before he knew what he was
saying. "It looks like you're pretty chilly."
Between the cool temperature and her arousal, her body was
coming quite sexually alive. Unlike only a few seconds ago, her
rapidly stiffened nipples were now making very noticeable bumps
in the damp terrycloth.
After a few seconds of staring at them, to break the
silence, he said, "Big ones".
Julie's eyes widened in mock surprise at what he said. Maybe
he wasn't as naive as she had thought. She opened her mouth as
though she was going to utter a shocked, embarrassed reply.
Suddenly considering what he said, he tried a panicked
retraction. "Not your... I didn't mean you had big... the uh," he
faltered, "your goosebumps are, I mean. You have nice.. big,
goosebumps..."
Looking down, she herself reddened deeply, noticing that her
nipples were now making conspicuous indentations in the towel.
She realized what his comment had really stemmed from.
"Oh God," she observed, looking very embarrassed, "they
got...,". She bashfully drew her hands up to her chest, then down
again, awkwardly unsure of whether she should try to cover her
chest, since he had already seen them. "The cold air makes my,
uh... makes a girl's..., I mean, this towel is thinner than I..."
Looking uncomfortable, she said, "Look, I really better go."
She turned back toward the house, "I guess I'll see you later."
"Yeah, okay, take it easy," Jim watched her turn around, his
eyes glued hungrily to the bottom edge of her white towel. He
prayed silently that she wouldn't hold her hand against her butt.
He wanted to see her panties so badly he could scream. He tried
to sound mature, "Nice to see you."
Feeling the need for a parting shot, she turned to him
before leaving. "Don't you peek, now," she teased, smiling ever-
so-slightly. As she turned she gently slid her hand down her rear
end, and pulled at bottom of the towel.
With the paper in one hand, she held her towel at her chest
with the other, and turned to walk up the ten concrete steps to
the house. Her towel hung freely in back and she made no move to
obstruct his full view, swinging her hips just enough to make her
cheeks squirm.
Jim watched, gleeful at her ignorance. "Don't look, my ass,"
he thought silently to himself.
She intentionally ascended the stairs slowly, and he bent
forward to his handlebars to get a better look up her towel.
He grinned delightedly as he followed her smooth legs
upwards. As she got higher, he waited for the first hint of her
hopefully sexy underwear. Then, slowly, his eyes widened,
blinking rapidly in disbelief. "My God, that's her ass!" he
screamed silently, astounded at what he saw, "I can see her ass!"
He gaped wide-eyed as she rose above his eye level.
Gradually, more and more of her nude rear showed from under the
short towel until she was at the top, walking toward the front
door. Although his view was limited, he saw her firm, round
cheeks, since they pushed the towel out away from her legs.
He couldn't believe his eyes! He concentrated intently,
trying to burn the erotic sight into his brain for all eternity.
She knew that Jim's eyes would be glued to her tail.
Twisting the knob, she pushed the door in.
His hot dick was aching, and he pressed his hard-on to the
side to relieve the pressure in his shorts.
"Uh," he called after her, trying to prolong his incredible
good fortune.
Julie turned back, smiling both to herself and toward him.
He was all hers. Show him a little ass maybe. It was worth it for
the fun she was having.
"Pardon?" she said, brightly, turning to face him. As she
did so, she intentionally let the paper hit the door jamb, and
dropped it just inside the door. "Oh damn," she sighed, "hold
on..."
Boldly, she slowly leaned over, bending all the way forward
to pick up the paper. Her short towel pulled up in back and she
flashed her flawless, nude buttocks at Jim. She made a lingering
effort of it, toturing him cruelly.
"God damn!," he howled, "I can see her whole ass and she
doesn't even know it! She doesn't know I'm staring right at it!"
He moved his bike back a foot or two to get a better view between
her legs while she was still bent over. He was just able to
glimpse the dark mound between her legs, when she stood back up
with the paper in hand.
She turned around again to face him, just catching him as he
straightened up. "What was that you were saying?" she asked
innocently.
"Um," he stammered, "I was just wondering if you wanted to
pay for this month, cause I could take it today if you want." His
heart was racing just watching her and the words just came
automatically.
After a moment's hesitation, she said, "Let me get some
money for you. I'll be right back."
God that was fun! She was almost wet with arousal. She
giggled to herself once inside. She knew he must have seen her
ass when she bent over. Hell, he was probably creaming his shorts
right now!
As she ran upstairs to get a few dollars, she considered
what else she could do. No more skin, but maybe something almost
as fun. The towel was just too damned short, so she'd have to put
something on underneath. No bra, though. It would look silly with
a towel and would probably keep the towel from staying together.
It was moist enough still that it would hold together anyway, so
that would just have to do for up on top.
She returned in a couple of minutes carrying a few dollar
bills and clutching the towel at her chest. Toying with the boy,
she provocatively walked back down the little concrete steps.
His eyes watched her towel, hoping for another treat. She
conservatively held her arms at her chest, and Jim watched her as
she descended.
"God!" he thought. "Look at her! She's incredible!"
She slowly approached him, swaying her hips deliciously as
she walked. She smirked privately when she noticed the hefty
bulge in his shorts.
The sun was up at this early hour, but it was cool and
somewhat windy, and Julie again kept her arms crossed while she
talked. On his bike, Jim was directly at eye level with her
chest. Looking visibly cold, she scrunched her shoulders
together, and her boobs again bulged perilously close to freedom.
"Sorry, I took so long," she said apologetically. "I had to
put some panties on." She watched his disappointed reaction.
Tough. The little shit was too damned horny anyway.
"It would have been pretty embarrassing with you here, if
that wind blew my towel open before," she looked away shyly.
"Oh, yeah, well, no problem," Jim said, flustered from her
reference to her underwear.
"Now here's ten dollars, if that'll be okay," Julie offered,
holding out a pair of five dollar bills.
Interrupting them, a potent wind suddenly wafted through. It
was incredibly fun teasing the kid, and since she put some
panties on, she decided to let mother nature expose more than she
herself had already done. She pretended not to consider what was
going to happen, as she held out the money.
Jim's eyes flitted rapidly across her figure as the stiff
breeze assaulted her body. The loose towel flap blew wide open,
fluttering to the left, and totally exposed her from the waist
down. In an instant it uncovered the white, satin panties that
she had just put on only minutes before. The morning sunshine
shone directly on them, describing the finest detail of the
skimpy, nylon fabric.
"Jesus!" he shrieked to himself. He gawked open-mouthed at
Julie's skimpy panties. They were so thin that they, were
virtually sheer, and Jim could see clearly a thick mound of dark
brown pubic hair through the flimsy nylon. He simply couldn't
believe his eyes.
Her panties dipped down in the center toward her pussy, and
there was only an inch of the silky fabric wrapping around each
hip.
"Ah!" Julie gasped, throwing her hands to her head to
control her billowing hair. She feigned being preoccupied with
holding it together and not noticing her towel agape. "This
wind!"
She let him get a good long look at them before continuing
to the next stage of her performance. She looked at him and
followed his wild eyes down to her fluttering towel.
She gasped, a horrified expression on her face. She made
flustered motions to pull her towel closed, exaggerating her
movements for his benefit. She saw his eyes glued to her,
startled by the unanticipated shock of seeing her panties.
After the wind subsided, Julie hesitantly looked at Jim.
"Did the wind..., did my towel, uh... come all the way, uh, it
didn't really blow open that much, did it?" she glanced down at
her toes, and smiled very self-consciously. Her shy expression
revealed adorable embarrassment at him accidentally seeing all
that he did when her towel opened.
"I mean, umm," she started again, looking quite awkward,
"did you, umm, you know, see... a lot?"
She pulled the towel tightly shut, patting it down, as
though to press it in place.
"I didn't see your pan...," he began, then halted, gazing at
her thighs. She looked up at him, quite humiliated. He
falteringly met her eyes.
"I mean, uh, I couldn't see... that much. It didn't come
open far enough. I mean, I wasn't looking at your... down there,"
Jim protested, trying to look reassuring, but finding all the
wrong words.
She broke contact, dropping her soft, brown eyes to his
shorts, and blushed a beautiful crimson as she noticed his
uncontrollable erection. She stared at it, making sure that he
understood that she strongly suspected that he'd seen a lot more
than he was admitting, and that it was the cause of his obvious
hard-on.
Humiliated, he turned to his side and laid an arm across his
raised thigh, trying better to hide the huge swelling in his gym
shorts. Shit, why hadn't he worn long pants? She's staring right
at it!
He looked away, not meeting her inquiring gaze. Smiling
wryly, she asked, "Are you really sure you didn't see anything
you shouldn't have? Did you see my panties?"
"I hardly saw anything, really," he protested, turning even
redder as she spoke of her underwear.
"Oh great. here, you'd better take this so I can go," she
said, holding out the five dollar bills to him in her open palm.
But another breeze blew by before he took it. She decided to
continue the game. The wind blew the money right out of her hand,
and flitted quickly away from them down the sidewalk.
"My money!," she cried. Jim reacted instantly, jumping off
his bike to chase after the bills. Julie trotted after him in her
little towel, her hand clutching it at her chest.
He raced quickly, and caught up to the money two houses down
the street. Julie ran behind him, slower by a significant degree,
being barefoot and female.
Jim snatched up one five-dollar bill before the wind took it
again, and turned to see Julie scampering toward him. When he
went for the second bill it blew another twenty feet farther down
the sidewalk to the third house down from the frat house. He
chased it down and grabbed it from the ground, while Julie ran
after him.
He turned and watched her coming down the sidewalk toward
him. To his delight, as she approached Jim, the wind picked up
again. Being as Julie was running right into it, it caught the
edge of her towel and puffed it wide open, completely exposing
her skimpy white panties as she neared him. She pretended not to
notice that it was flapping open until she got right up to him.
"Shit!," she hollered in angry embarrassment, grabbing
angrily at it. She wrenched clumsily at her towel while he
watched, her hair disobediently dancing into her face so she
couldn't see. "This damn towel!"
Blindly appearing to be trying to control her towel, she
jerked it to the left, managing pull it open enough to expose a
good portion of her left breast.
Jim sat up in his seat, seeing her inadvertently jerk it
open, and he saw the towel pull taut as she struggled. Forgetting
his erection, he was suddenly very aware of the potential
catastrophe that appeared would occur any second.
Julie appeared too upset to act rationally. She knew she was
putting on a good show. Appearing to be frustrated, she yanked
down on the flap of the towel, but pulled just a little too hard.
The towel, stressed beyond its limit pulled open and dropped
off, and Julie's naked tits quite suddenly bounced free into the
brilliant, morning sunlight. But she had honestly miscalculated,
not expecting the towel to come undone, and it slipped through
her fingers and dropped to the cement behind her.
Momentarily at a loss, she stood before him, clad in nothing
but her sheer, white panties.
Her nude tits were firm and nearly as large as grapefruits,
and they wiggled when they were freed, exciting Jim's cock ever
further. Jim saw that her breasts were noticeably whiter than the
rest of her tanned body, a creamy-pink in the early sunlight.
Her stubby nipples were erect and pointed, stimulated by the
chill in the air and her physical arousal, and he stared
speechless, only inches away, watching them jiggle.
He noticed how tiny her waist was, and how incredibly sexy
she looked in her skimpiest underwear. Her athletic belly was
flat and firm, but had smooth and sensuous curves. He glanced
down at her silken panties seeing again the mass of dark pubic
hair though the see-through fabric. Slightly wrinkled at her
hips, the thin nylon barely concealed anything at all.
"My towel!" Julie cried frantically, shocked when the cool
air hit her moist skin. It sat in a damp, rumpled pile behind
her. Her hair was splayed messily upon her shoulders, giving her
an untamed, wild look. She quickly cupped her small hands over
her nude breasts. Jim awkwardly tried to stop staring at her, but
was unable to.
"Stop looking at me, you little pervert!" she hissed,
incensed, unable to cover herself with no towel. She was truly
embarrassed at accidentally pulling it apart, and absolutely
livid at having then dropped it. She hadn't planned to really
show him anything other than her panties.
"I - your money...," Jim started, holding it out to her. But
he didn't have time to speak.
"Fuck you!," she cried, "I said stop staring at me!". She
was really at a loss to make him do anything, though, being
forced to cover her chest.
But she suddenly appeared to change her mind. Julie
unexpectedly pulled her arms away and pushed her chest forward,
flashing her naked tits to distract Jim.
"You like these?" she asked, stepping right up in front of
him. She held her arms out and shook her chest, causing her
luscious, juicy tits to bounce and wiggle erotically.
Jim stood open-mouthed in shock.
Then, with him off guard, she quickly reached down and
grabbed at his gym shorts. Before he could move, she promptly
pulled them all the way down to his ankles.
Jim himself was wearing no underpants, and his rigid,
engorged cock popped out like a stiff rubber hose, suddenly
totally exposed to the cool air and directly in front of her
eyes, only inches away.
"Hah!" she laughed triumphantly, staring straight at his
steaming, red dick. Throwing her arms up to her chest to cover
her bouncing tits, she laughed and pointed down at it. "Look at
that boner!!"
"Hey!" Jim shrieked. She pulled his shorts down! She saw his
dick! His Hard-On! Jesus-fucking-Christ! He grabbed at his ankles
and pulled his shorts up, flabbergasted with humiliation.
Julie turned and snatched her towel from the sidewalk. She
bunched it in front of her chest, as best as possible. Everything
else... well, fuck it! He already saw everything anyway.
"Gee, I can't BELIEVE what I SAW!" she taunted. Jim turned
bright red. "I saw your hard DICK! Wait'll I tell all the other
GIRLS that I saw your NAKED COCK!"
She turned and ran. She kept the towel pressed against her
chest, flaunting her sexy, silky panties as she scampered back up
the sidewalk toward the dorm.
She was laughing as she ran, loving what she was did to the
young boy. She loved the titillating feeling of flashing her body
at the kid, and making him lust for her. And she loved the
erotic, illicit feeling of running down the sidewalk half naked,
when anyone could see her if they simply looked out their
windows.
Jim watched the firm, athletic muscles of her ass wrenching
inside her tight panties! Her ass was so full and firm and sexy!
He was seeing her practically nude, and she couldn't help it!
God, he was horny! He'd never seen a girl so unclothed before,
and he stared at her naked feminine form, surging and pumping as
she fled.
When she got inside, Julie started giggling to herself. She
clutched her towel in front of her at her bosom. She wanted to
taunt him before she let him go.
"Gee, that's a pretty puny little dick you have!" she
screamed, giggling uproariously, as Jim walked quickly back up
the sidewalk to his bike.
"Hope you didn't have any accidents down there!" she
laughed, seeing his face reflect the confusion of hearing her
words.
"Don't go home and jack off now!" she continued, laughing
and pointing at him.
Jim was angry and embarrassed, beginning to realize that the
whole thing had been a cruel setup so she could make fun of him.
He mounted his bike, wanting to ride off and hide under a
rock. But taking one, parting, angry look at her laughing at him,
hating her for what she did, he noticed two hands appear behind
her, inside the house.
Julie was too absorbed in herself to notice what was
transpiring. Jim watched one hand reach to her side and carefully
grasp the loose flap of her towel.
She was leaning against the door, laughing at him.
"You better go home to mommy now! You're too young for any
of this" she teased.
With that barb, she pulled away the towel and shook her
chest from side to side, causing her breasts to wiggle about
spiritedly.
But as she giggled, whoever was behind her suddenly struck.
The mysterious person quite emphatically shoved her out the door
and whipped her towel out of her hand in one single, smooth
motion. Julie fell forward, off balance, and shrieked in surprise
as she slipped and slid down the dew-covered grass hill next to
the front door.
She rolled down the hill stopping at Jim's feet, who was
still sitting astride his bike. Little grass clippings clung to
her wet skin. Her panties, now soaked with dew from the grass
were stuck to her ass like transparent tissue, and Jim could see
even more clearly through them than before.
Disoriented, she shook her head, trying to get her bearings.
Then she noticed the absence of her towel.
"Aiieee!!" she screamed jumping to her feet.
She looked down at herself, seeing that she was bare except
for her wet panties. "Don't look!", she cried, pulling them up in
back where they had gotten jerked down. She failed to notice how
clearly her pubic hair showed through the wet material, though
she was powerless to do anything about it anyway.
"Where's my towel!?" she screamed at Jim, looking around her
at the ground. She looked at him, very panicky he thought,
watching her shield her body with her arms. "Where is it?!"
When he didn't answer, she pivoted back at the house, only
to see the door slam shut. Jim stared at her sexy, unclothed
body, reeling in the erotic sight of her standing right next to
him with barely a scrap of clothing on.
Julie darted to the cement path and hopped up the steps to
the door, frantically twisting the knob. She didn't have time to
think about Jim, staring at her.
It was locked.
"Open the door, the door's locked!" she screamed. She banged
on the hard, wooden door, but it hurt her hand.
She was confused. What happened? What the hell?
She felt the cool breeze on her body, and it reminded her
where she was.
"Goddamn!" she screamed. "Somebody open the door!"
She heard a window open above her. Looking up, she couldn't
see anyone, but a second later someone yelled down.
"You shouldn't be such a bitch, Julie! You shouldn't go
around teasing guys all the time."
"What? Who's that?!" she screamed, incredulously. What the
hell is she talking about? Fuck guys, I'll tease whoever the hell
I want! What the hell does she think she's doing locking me out
of the house?
"Open the goddamn door! My towel came off!" she screamed
back.
The window slid closed, and Julie expected someone to come
down and open the door, having had their fun.
"Go away, kid," she yelled over her shoulder. "You've seen
all you're gonna see." She crossed her arms at her chest,
standing in her panties at the door.
Jim might have been young, but he knew a good thing when he
saw it, and an adorable college girl standing around in only her
panties was definitely a good thing. He wasn't going anywhere.
"That wasn't very nice, what you said," he started.
"Look, just go away, okay? I don't feel like talking about
it right now.
"Open the goddamn door!" she shrieked, her muscular buttocks
wriggling as she pounded again on the door. But there still was
no movement inside. She was starting to become concerned.
"Shit!" she hissed.
"Look, would you please just go away?" she asked, somewhat
milder. "This is kind of embarrassing, you know?" She spoke
without turning her head to him, not wanting to have to look him
in the eye, having been victimized in front of him.
"It's not embarrassing for me," he grinned. Jim dismounted
his bike, dropped the kickstand, and walked up to the steps to
get a good close look at little Julie. Thrusting his hands into
his pockets, he seemed a little less concerned now about his now
quite mature hard-on.
Hearing movement, Julie looked back over her shoulder at
him, assuming he was leaving.
"Fuck," she groaned, seeing him standing on the cement
pathway at the foot of the steps. She was now becoming sincerely
embarrassed, being the object of his entertainment, instead of
the other way around.
She closed her eyes, trying to wish this bad dream away. The
air was cool and the gentle autumn breeze massaging her body had
her nipples as stiff as rubber erasers.
As she stood outside helplessly, arching her feet on the
cold, damp concrete, the natural sunlight warmed her bare, back,
and she felt the strange sensation of the cool wind blowing
across her tender, exposed skin.
There was something mysteriously erotic about the feeling of
the wind and the sun that, combined with the outdoor sounds of
the leaves rustling, birds chirping, and distant cars driving,
acted to magnify the sensation of helpless nudity that was
pressing in on her.
She felt like she was standing in the middle of a baseball
stadium in front of fifty thousand speechless, staring people,
with spotlights and cameras probing every nook of her body.
"C'mon," she pleaded, "can't you just leave? I'm sorry I
teased you. I was just having fun. I didn't mean anything."
She turned to face him, cupping her tits in her hands,
trying her best to cover herself. Maybe, she thought, if she
faced him and asked him humbly he'd go.
She looked in his eye, trying to appear very sincere and
helpless, which wasn't hard, given the fact that she was almost
nude and locked out of her house.
Jim made no secret of staring at her, and his eyes played
along the curves of her smooth, vulnerable feminine hips, seeing
the dark patch of pubic hair through her panties. Never had he
seen such a lovely body as hers.
"Please, leave now?" she implored. "I'm really sorry for
what I did. Don't you have more papers to deliver?"
She waited for him to respond, but he just silently
continued to ogle her, his eyes gliding up and down her body,
testing little crevices for forbidden views.
At that moment the window above opened again. One of the
other girls stood, looking down, smugly.
"Well, isn't this cute," she taunted. She smiled, obviously
enjoying seeing Julie suffer such severe humiliation.
Julie dashed from the front door to the top of the sloped
front lawn, forgetting again that Jim was staring at her from
behind.
"Open the goddamn door, Debbie! This isn't funny! My towel
came off inside."
She had her arms wrapped around her chest in a way that made
it clear that she wasn't very happy about being stuck outside
this way.
About then, a car passed down the street in front of the
frat house. The driver, a middle aged guy, slowed, staring at
Julie standing in the front yard in her panties. Sensing
movement, she turned and saw him, quickly turning back around to
avoid having her face seen.
"Debbie," she moaned, "C'mon, I don't have anything on."
Jim, to her right, stared admiringly at her. He followed the
smooth curve of her backbone from her neck, down her graceful
back, to where it was overtaken by her lovely, sexy rear-end.
He'd only admired girls like this in bathing suits or magazines.
Never had he seen one totally nude, and Julie was very close to
that. She was incredibly beautiful.
"I can't see very well from up here, Julie," taunted her
friend.
"Hey kid," she yelled down to Jim, who took his eyes off his
fantasy for a moment, "does Julie have any clothes on?"
"Umm," Jim faltered, not knowing what to say. He looked over
at Julie, who looked away, humiliated. She hunched her shoulders
self-consciously and unintentionally tensed her buttocks, which
actually looked quite suggestive.
"What's wrong, can't you tell?" she asked playfully.
"Uh, she has panties on," he answered.
"Oh. Anything else?" she continued.
"Un-uh, just panties," said Jim, smiling slightly. He was
starting to enjoy himself. "Real nice sexy ones. I can see
through them."
"Oh Jesus," moaned Julie. That was something she hadn't
thought of when she was in a hurry earlier. Showing her panties
briefly was one thing, but she didn't know he could see through
them.
"Julie, this young man likes those sexy panties of yours!"
she laughed. "Why don't you make a present of them." She laughed
again. "Go ahead, silly, take them off."
Another car drove by the house, and another surprised guy
smiled and honked his horn when he saw Julie outside in the front
yard with hardly any clothes on. Standing in front of the house
just ten feet from the road, the morning sun irradiated her
supple body, and shone brightly off of the shimmery white satin.
She turned her face away again so he wouldn't see her. She knew a
lot of people, and she didn't want to be recognized this way.
"Open the fucking door, Debbie!" Julie demanded. "This isn't
funny! People are driving by the goddamn house!"
"Are they seeing you?"
"Yes, they're seeing me! Of course they're seeing me, I'm
standing in the middle of the fucking yard! Now open the door!"
"You gotta give the kid the present first as an apology for
teasing him," demanded Debbie.
"No goddamn it!" she retorted, "He's seen enough already! I
didn't mean for him to see as much as he did. That was the wind.
It was an accident."
"C'mon Julie, that's bullshit," Debbie sang gaily. "Give the
kid your panties, and I'll throw down something for you to wear."
She dangled the towel out the window.
"Open the door, goddammit Debbie!" Julie screamed, incensed.
"Okay, then, have it your way," and Debbie began to slide
closed the window.
"Debbie! Wait! Okay, alright!" Julie angrily conceded.
"That's better," Debbie grinned. Motioning with her hands,
Debbie ordered, "Okay now, come over and stand by the door so we
can let you in when you're done.
"Cunt," Julie griped. Draping her arms in front, she
scampered from the lawn hurriedly over to the doorway, and stood
waiting impatiently, facing toward the house.
"And kid, you come on up so you can see okay," she said,
happily. It sounded like she was organizing a party.
Jim bounded up the steps, stopping right behind Julie,
grinning openly as he stared at her butt. He was close enough
that he could reach out his hand and touch her, but he didn't
have the nerve. He smelled the scent of perfumed soap on her
skin.
"I hope you have a nice view!" she hissed without turning
her head..
"Yeah," he came back, looking at the cute dimples in her
rear. He wasn't sure of what he should say. "You have a really
nice... body."
"God," she moaned in embarrassment.
Suddenly the drapes by the door pulled apart, surprising
them both.
The bright sun shone in on Debbie, smiling, playing with a
key in her hand, and squinting out at Julie.
Jim looked in at her, seeing with delight that she was only
wearing her bra and panties. Just like in the movies, her
underwear was skimpy and sexy. Jim's hard-on was finding new life
with yet another girl to ogle.
Debbie was concentrating on Julie, and wasn't really paying
any attention to Jim standing off behind her to the right. She
was so involved with her prank on Julie that she forgot what she
was (or wasn't) wearing.
"Your towel didn't fall off," the girl replied. "I pulled it
off when I pushed you out the door."
"God. Come on, Debbie," Julie begged, powerlessly.
Julie looked very vulnerable standing in front of the door
holding herself. Jim was glancing lovingly at Julie's beautiful,
panty-clad ass, until he peeked in at Debbie.
Debbie was gorgeous in her own right. Jim stepped closer to
the window, staring at her, but she was too absorbed with Julie
to notice. She herself was barely dressed, very attractively
illuminated in the foyer by the sunlight. Her bra was made of
sheer, pink lace, and Jim could see her tits right through it
plain as day. Not quite as big as Julie's juicy breasts, Jim
regarded Debbie's, thinking them just the right size.
They were cute and erotic, and they sat firm and perky on
her chest, not needing any support from her bra. Her bra was too
flimsy to support anything anyway, he mused. He wondered if she
always wore such revealing underwear. She had nipples the size of
half-dollars, and they pushed out from her bra. They looked like
the kind that swelled and flushed cherry red when she got horny.
Further down, she had on equally skimpy, pink, nylon
panties, so fragile that they had delicate, little silk ties at
each hip. In front, he saw that they barely covered anything, a
dainty, silky trace of pink nylon covering her bush, with a
delicate, lace trim at her lower belly. Glancing closer, he saw
that her pubic hair pushed the dainty fabric out into a little
tuft between her legs.
Julie had nothing on her in looks, he decided. He knew he'd
dream about both of them for years.
His cock was so hard it hurt, and it pressed out forcefully
from his shorts.
"Look, I didn't do anything to you, just let me in!" Julie
implored.
"Shit," Debbie, said, disgustedly. "You're always teasing
guys. Now you're fucking with this kid." She motioned out,
looking at Jim, who was staring in at her.
"What are you..." she started, and then looked down at
herself, in her revealing pink lingerie.
"Oh shit," she said, throwing her arms around herself. She
turned and scampered upstairs, out of his view, reappearing a few
minutes later in a robe, looking mildly embarrassed.
"Anyway, like I was saying," she said.
"Let me in, Debbie, or you're going to be really sorry,"
threatened Julie, menacingly. "This isn't funny anymore." She
looked truly embarrassed, standing there nude.
"Give him your panties," Debbie commanded her.
"Come on," Julie pleaded, "if you're trying to humiliate me,
it worked, okay? Can't you just let me in now?"
Debbie saw Jim staring lustfully at Julie's butt, only
inches away. She caught his eye, knowing that he wanted to reach
out and smooth his hands over her firm cheeks.
She nodded, and smiled, "Go ahead. Enjoy"
Jim slowly reached over with hands outstretched and stroked
Julie's ass.
"Get away from me!" Julie shrieked, turning and slapping his
hands away. He stared at her naked tits, jiggling in front of his
eyes.
"Get her!" Debbie laughed, urging him on. "Grab those tits,
kid! You'll never get another chance like this!"
Jim knew she was right and, caught up on the excitement of
the moment, jumped forward and grabbed Julie's tits, squeezing
them gently.
Then she reacted surprisingly fast, working to preempt his
attention. She leapt forward and grabbed at his gym shorts.
Surprise crossed Jim's face when she jumped at him, throwing
him off guard.
"What...," he stammered.
Julie didn't let him finish, jerking his shorts down to his
ankles for the second time in ten minutes. His erect cock sprang
up, suddenly exposed. Julie pushed him backwards, causing him to
trip over his shorts and he fell onto the lawn.
"Hey, stop it!" he yelled, scrambling. But Julie pounced on
him, gabbing at his feet for his shorts. Jim instantly realized,
to his horror, that she was trying to steal his shorts for
herself.
"Ooh, the fight is on!" Debbie laughed, quite entertained by
their struggle.
Julie was an athletic girl, and was quite a force for young
Jim to reckon with. She managed to jerk his shorts off his
flailing feet, but fell back onto him. His dick hit her on the
mouth, leaving a little trace of pre-cum on her lips.
With his shorts in her custody, Julie pushed him, and he
rolled down the hill, now naked below the belt himself.
"Ooh, two points for Julie!" Debbie yelled, laughing.
Jim jumped to his feet by the sidewalk, shocked at the
feeling of the cool air on his engorged cock.
"Shit!" he yelled, jerking his t-shirt down to cover up.
"Very nice!" Debbie yelled to him, seeing his hard-on.
Julie quickly pulled Jim's shorts on, seeing him coming at
her.
"Leave me alone, or I'll call the police!" she threatened.
She held her hands in front of her boobs.
"Gimme my shorts!" Jim yelled, and he ran up the steps at
her. She bared her luscious tits, holding her hands out
defensively.
He grappled with her, and she jerked at his t-shirt, ripping
it down from the neck.
"Stop it!" he screamed, "Give me my shorts!" He grabbed at
her from behind by the waist while she faught against him, with
Debbie staring at his ass. Julie's tits bounced crazily as she
tried to escape his grasp. She reached behind her back,
succeeding only in grabbing one cheek of his ass.
Jim reached to her waist and grabbed on to the shorts.
Julie's eyes widened with alarm, feeling tension at her waist.
Then Jim jerked them down roughly, first to her knees and then to
her ankles.
Unfortunately for Julie, he yanked them so forcefully that
her panties also followed, tangled in them. When he had them at
her feet, Jim pulled them free, ripping them from Julie's
flailing legs.
"Aiieee!" she shrieked in terror. She slid down the dew-
covered hill to the sidewalk where she found herself totally
nude.
Jim separated the two pieces of clothing and quickly jumped
back into his shorts.
"No!" Julie screamed, stripped stark naked. She jumped back
up and chased him down the little hill.
"Give me something!" she screamed at him. Jim ran to the
other side of the street, now in his shorts.
Julie wasn't thinking rationally and followed after him,
streaking utterly naked out into the street.
Jim watched her coming at him and started down the sidewalk,
astounded that she was following him, in the condition that she
was in.
"Come here!" she yelled hysterically, approaching him. She
had almost caught up with him. He had run down to the next street
and stopped at the stop sign of the T intersection.
She came running, holding her tits, and he watched her pubic
hair, unable to believe he was being chased by a totally naked
girl.
"Stop!" he yelled at her when she go to him. He let her come
pretty close, since she was stark naked.
Julie stopped and looked around her, realizing that she had
run a whole block after him. She dropped one hand down to hide
her nude pussy from his stares.
"Goddamn!," she screamed, realizing how stupid it was to
have chased him.
"Where are my panties!" she yelled. "Goddammit, give me
something to put on!"
Just then, around the corner came three guys on their early
morning jog. They were college students from the same school as
Julie and stopped dead in their tracks when they saw her standing
at the corner in the buff.
Where does this leave our temptress? Stay tuned for exciting
future developments.