Ben's Law

Another bright, warm, sunny Sunday on the streets of Pinkwhistle. The whole town was out and about. Shopping, visiting friends, taking the air. Some people were even going to church!

"Nice day," said Ben, cheerfully, strolling down Main Street, holding hands with Susie. He saw Mayor Peggy coming, and winked at her. "Haven't thrown you in the river yet, have they, Peggy?"

"Not yet," muttered Peggy, through clenched teeth. Everywhere she went, the women of Pinkwhistle were shooting her dirty looks. The men were shooting her looks, too, but of a completely different variety.

She was, of course, stark naked. In accordance with Ben's Law, which stated that all women resident inside the town boundaries of Pinkwhistle were expressly forbidden to wear clothes on Sundays. They weren't allowed to hide inside their houses, either. They had to go about their daily business, bare naked in broad daylight for the whole wide world to see.

This made it very pleasant for Ben to wander the streets, ogling the bare-naked blushing beauties, with his equally nude and very embarrassed girlfriend Susie in tow.

Some of the Pinkwhistle ladies were shopping for hats. Others were weeding their flowerbeds, in boots and gardening gloves. Others were washing their cars, buying groceries, peacefully reading in the library, playing frisbee in the park, practicing their cheerleading routines, or even singing in church! But they were all stark bare naked and not allowed to hide it, with tits and bush and round bare bottoms on display for anyone who cared to take a look.

The first Sunday of Ben's Law, Ben had had the nudie ladies practically all to himself. But word had gotten out to the surrounding towns. And now there were tourists, from Bluehaven and Redfumble and Yellowknicker and even as far away as Cincinnati, eager to get a look at this fascinating local custom. And at all the nudie ladies, of course.

And Mayor Betty Swan from nearby Greenvalley had sent a fact-finding group, to follow Mayor Peggy Jackson around all day, and point and laugh at her, and take pictures of her bare bottom, and make rude comments about the size of her breasts.

The bare-naked ladies of Pinkwhistle didn't like being nudie tourist attractions, of course. In fact, they downright hated every single second of it! There were red faces everywhere in Pinkwhistle as Petra Wong and Megan Honey and Anne-Marie Patchett and Susie Snook and all the rest of the luscious lasses had to stroll around in front of all the boys and taunting Greenvalley girls and tourist cameras with their tits out and bottoms bare and pussies exposed, letting everyone stare at all their juicy, jiggly naughty parts.

But Ben's Law was the law. They could do nothing but comply.

And for everyone else, it was extremely pleasant to watch the pink-cheeked, highly decorative nudie cuties wriggle their way around town. As naked eye candy, they were a delight, and their adorable embarrassment only made them prettier. In that regard, Ben's Law was a success.