Bare-Naked Brooke Origins: The Gym

Brooke Thompson sat in the corner of the gym women's locker room, knees up to her chest. Her wet hair clung to her well sculpted bare shoulders. She looked down at her bare knees, shins, and feet. She was starting to dry- that was a plus.

She was totally and absolutely nude, and with no access to clothing whatsoever. At a public gym. That was one very large naked negative.

The blonde girl, Montana, stood at the mirror fully dressed and fluffing her hair. Brooke scrunched her nose, remembering how the girl had basically assessed her in the shower. It felt...weird.

But she really, really, didn't want to be naked. Not here, not anywhere else. She was such a shy, demure thing. She realized that just behind the protection of her soft, slender legs, lie her breasts, stomach, and- oh gosh- her pussy, unprotected from the elements or any intruding eyes.

She'd try to explain the situation, stammering as she had been. She had been a victim! Of a break in and a robbery! That damned criminal had stolen every stitch to her name. He said....he said he had chosen her. She shuddered, remembering the night.

That's why she wanted to go to the gym, take a class, let loose and relax. She had her gym clothes only, besides the outfit she had been wearing. This of course, greatly influenced her range of available choices.

"Well, I don't know what to tell you, Hottie. You might just have to flaunt it.", Montana said, currently working on her mascara, paying the occasional glance to the trembling naked girl in the corner.

Brooke gasped, almost jumping out of her bare skin. "Th-the--wh-what?!" She listened for a second. "You can't mean that!"

Montana put away her mascara thoughtfully, then turned, causing Brooke to squirm. "You're cute, I'll give you that. I'm sure no one will mind if you strut your stuff. Just act like it doesn't bother you, you feel me?" Montana did a little shimmy that was far less embarrassing when safely clothed.

Brooke eyed her locker. It had been....completely cleaned out by the time she had been done showering. She assumed it must have been the work of her apparent stalker. What she should do....she should be at the police station right now.

But like most places, that was no place for a shy, buck naked girl. Brooke bit her lip and stood up, remaining covered by her hands. She thought. She thought really hard.

Brooke Thompson held her medium sized breasts in a cradling arm. She had butterflies in her tummy. And she felt the carpeted floor very clearly under her bare footsteps. Another hand dove down to her pussy, as she gasped sharply, breathing frantically as she looked around the outside of the women's locker room. And then she scurried for the door.

Everyone turned their head to see the adorable brunette with her bouncing little buttocks and slender, lean naked body.

She whimpered softly, this had to be a dream, a bad dream! Oh god! Until she felt a very real, very rough squeeze on her pretty rear end. She jumped. "EEK!"

She turned around, whispering harshly at the smirking blonde. "MONTANA! I'm....fuck, I'm naked!"

Montana chuckled. "I can see that, Hottie. Everyone can see that." "D-don't remind me."

Montana grabbed her shoulder. "Come on, I have to introduce you to a couple friends. They'll totally dig the au naturel look."

Brooke didn't know if she could blush any deeper, but it felt like it. It really did.

She didn't have to take her shaky legs far.

Montana made a sweeping gesture as she approached a gaggle of jock-ish looking figures, who turned around and instantly appraised the naked, humiliated brunette from her head to her bare toes and back up again.

"Umm....Montana, is this a joke?"

Montana grinned. "Nope! This is Brooke! And as you can see, she's very happy to meet you! Right, Brookie?"

She wished the floor could swallow her right there and then.

"U-um....do any of you h-happen to have any clothes?!"