"... An auction.”

I was getting butterflies in my stomach as Jessica explained her idea; essentially they were going to, piece by piece, auction off my clothing for the highest bidder, and every time a piece was sold, I had to take it off and hand it over to the buyer, or upon request, have the buyer remove it themselves. That meant that it was fairly likely that I would be “accidentally” touched after somebody wins some clothing.

They started with my flip flops. Jessica started the bid at $1, and it was quickly bid on by Linda. The shoes were not popular, so they were sold off quickly in favor of moving the auction along.

Next came my shorts. Bidding started at $2, and were certainly better received than my footwear. Aya and Jared went back and forth, raising the bid up to $5 before Aya bid to $10, effectively sealing the deal.

When I started taking the shorts off, Aya stopped me. She wanted to take them off herself, and so she did. Turning me around so that my butt faced the couch, Aya reached around and unbuttoned my shorts, then proceeded to tug them off my waist and down my legs until they were completely off. In this position, I was forced to bend over slightly so that Aya could properly remove the shorts completely, giving my audience a very good view of my panty clad bottom. As I had predicted, Aya decided to take liberties with me. What I didn’t expect was Aya giving my ass a sharp smack, which only made me get more self conscious about my state.

I was quite aware that my nipples had gotten rock hard by this point, and were now poking through the thin fabric of my shirt, it was quite obvious to everyone that I wasn’t wearing a bra.

Next they started auctioning my shirt off, this time the opening bid was $5, and it didn’t take long before the bids blew past the previous one. This was thanks to Jared and Luke trying to win the bid and get my shirt. It was an unspoken understanding that they also probably wanted to get a good grope of my chest and maybe more. The bidding finally settled on $25 as Luke won the bidding war. This time it was Luke who got up and walked over to me. He told me to keep facing everyone and raise my arms. As I did so, he grabbed the hem of shirt, all while quite transparently pressing himself against me. I could feel the bulge in his pants as he slid the shirt upwards and brushed his knuckles against my rock hard nipples. I bit my tongue to keep from reacting until he was back on the couch. So I stood there in nothing but my panties, awaiting my inevitable stripping, but not before they gave some choice words about my elongated nipples.

The bidding for my panties started at $10. It was the most intense round of bidding. A heated atmosphere where the bidding was lightning fast and continuous. Nobody paused to consider the price, even though it was still a meager amount. In the end, my panties were sold for $60. I felt especially turned on by this, for some reason, whether it was the bidders’ eagerness to get me naked, or that they were being offered up for such a cheap price. Either way, I felt myself get hot, and embarrassingly enough, my clitoris was swelling up as if in expectation of being on display.

This time around, it was actually Linda who paid up the amount. She walked up behind me and took me by the shoulders, easing me down into a bending position, so that my butt was directly aimed at the audience, and began peeling down the last piece of clothing I had. They all had a clear view of my anus and drenched pussy. Even worse, Linda ran a finger down my snatch, and I couldn’t help but let out a moan that got everyone chattering.

“I think she’s enjoying this more than we are.”

“She is soaking wet, just look at her panties.”

“Her clit is enormous.”

And so on. Linda even told me to spread my pussy lips and give everyone a good view. It didn’t occur to me that this wasn’t part of the deal. I was too desperate for further stimulation and I was willing to do anything, so I took my pussy lips with both hands and spread them open for everyone to see, bringing about another round of cheers. Their reaction and the sensation of the cool air hitting my exposed flesh were driving me crazy. Without noticing, my hands, which had been spreading my lips apart, began rubbing instead. I was bringing myself closer and closer to the edge, and even closed my eyes as I awaited my next ordeal.