Crossing reflections

I let out a soft giggle, rather enjoying my partial exposure, dashing past complete strangers, my breasts making a scene all of their own, even as my high heel clicked loudly. 'I don't have time to be stealthy, ' or so I tell myself, hoping now that the mirrors combined with the sound will make it confusing enough to sneak up on Zoe and get the winning catch... well, catching, as apparently, each bust counts separately.

Besides, she will be easier to spot; now she's the only one with her ass and shaved mound flashing about for all to see, her legs yanked down to her knees. Looking in, I move about, enjoying the surprised and happy faces aiming my way as I move about them topless.

Rushing along, I dash by the clown from before, waving as I pass, to which he snarks, "Hey, at least your exposure is symmetrical now.", to which I shake my head, amused and enjoying each moment of it, my mind finding it far more pleasant than it first seemed.

Stopping swiftly, I pass by Jesse and almost pass by him, only to see him talking to Zoe. I pass, waiting behind him, catching the pair planning a date night. Shaking my head, I smirk, 'She should really be planning the game/date night at hand before planning the next one. Well, it's my chance!"

Moving slowly, I move along, yanking her top down on her right, seeing the surprise and amusement light up on her face in unison as her halter top is yanked at, her right breast bounding free before us. Her nipple stands out like a sore thumb before us, and that's before the mirror I dash away by distorts it, making her dual exposure all the more obvious.

Jesse laughs, a casual, fun sound as I disappear out of sight. "Man, I warned you she'll get the hang of it rather quickly."

I pause, not daring to look back, crouching low, hearing them chat. Evidently amused, she giggles along, "True, but games aren't fun if they are easy, now are they?" I freeze, risking it, and I sneak a glance, seeing her rush off. Soon out of sight, he flashes me a positive gesture before casually walking off, away from either of us.

Dashing about now, I know it's down to the last point for either of us, and I imagine her having to heal with the same odd feeling of one side of her bosom out, one in I had from before. Worse, actually, as at least I don't have to worry about my leggings down around my knees... 'cause I'm wearing a mini dress.

'Guess she chose better for me than herself', I think ruefully, even as I mentally concede that her not picking me out a g-string may inadvertently let her win it... Though her little cheating move of scoring at the start may help too.

Moving about, I find myself looking about every which way, even though the mirrors make it easy to get lost. I almost smack myself, topless, of course, into a small group of college men. I wave, smiling at them before dashing off, catching bits of their conversation: "Hey, isn't it odd to be in a mirror maze topless?"

With a chuckle, one of them replies, "Don't complain. You'd have loved it if she smashed her jugs right into you."

I dash around the corner, in time to hear them agree on that point, before pointing at one of the mirrors. Moving about almost frantically now, I keep looking for Zoe, holding to the belief that a half-naked woman, her legs yanked to her knees, should not be this hard to spot, even in a maze.

Finding nothing but strangers and long, winding paths of mirrors, I dare not slow down or give up, but eventually I find myself, seeminly sounded on all sides by mirrors, and watch them all showing my topless self in all kinds of ways. Even the normal reflections seem weird now.

It was all she needed. I let out a gasp, feeling myself being knocked over as she bull-rushed into me. Gasping, I find myself giggling even as she pulls my lacy black mini dress off altogether. In a blink. I'm lying on my back, naked as can be. "Well played... I'd have to admit, you already had me, which is a first for me."

She offers me a hand, and I take it as we laugh it off. Wrapping an arm around me, we're laughing loudly along, "Come on now, let's go out and meet Jesse outside, and we can see what comming next."

I nodded, and we were out in the sunlight, the carnival lights making sure nothing was left unilluminated. Walking out together, we seejesse, a broad smile aimed back our way, "Well, arnt you too a sight. You look ridiculous. The pair of you may as well be naked."

I shoot him a look, though it fizzles out quickly as we're laughing once more. Zoe, her outfit still out of place, amusingly declares, "It's all part of the game; what a game it was. I hope you enjoyed the show, because it was a close one. What a blast. Speaking of, I have something else for us. First though, my prize." She yanks outa ball gag, bright red as the clown's nose, and holds it before me, smiling wildly, shaking her head side to side. Grinning back at me,

I find myself smiling back at the pair, my mind finding the whole thing a rather enjoyable experience, even as it's been a wild, rushed ride. Not sure what to say, I simply not back, and she bounces merally behind me, her halter top plumeting a bit more with each euthastic bounce.

I watch silently, enjoying the silly, ridiculousness of it all, which gets even more so as her remaining nipple slowly starts to peek out from behind her top. She moves behind me, and I open my mouth as she puts it in place. I felt my jaw open wide before gasping as she pushed it further back. Waiting patiently now, I soon see Jesse stepping up to help.

"Here, you're not quite getting it tight enough; let me help.", to which Zoe smiles, bouncing back along on my left. I let out a gasp, feeling him work, yanking the ball gag deep into my mouth. I felt it pinching now at my cheeks and lips, as he pulled it tight, pressing my tongue further and further back. My jaw now open far wider than I would expect it could, I softly gasp as he cinches it shut.

All the while, Zoe's happily bounding next to us. I watch, happy for once not to be able to say anything, as her halter top slowly descends further down. I watch expectantly as her nipple comes free, the rest of her breast popping out soon after as the top falls down, landing in her leggings.

Jesse burst out laughing at that. "Man, it was even closer than you'd think! Your top fell down just now, all on its own. She simply needed to wait, and you may have lost the game all on your own.

Surprised, Zoe looks down, taking stock of her own nakedness before shrugging, "Yea, but I didn't lose. Besides, close games are the best games." She reaches down to readjust, but Jesse puts a hand on her shoulder. "I thought you said you could only correct after catching your opponent."

She tilts her head to one side, shooting him a glance, even as she stops, letting her hands drop, leaving herself almost exposed as I was. "But that was only while the game was... oh, I see what's going on here! You just want to be surrounded by naked chicks at a coney, don't you?

Jesse lets out a breath, holding her tightly around the shoulders with one hand, while the other brushes through her hair. "Umm... yes, sure. Got me. Naked ladies, my weakness."

Zoe rolls her eyes, looking down for a moment before cheerfully declaring, "Hey, we have time; let's go on some ride!"

She rushes off, and we share a look, and I wonder if she forgot about the hole-exposed thing before letting out an amused sound and following after her. We don't have long to wait, though; more than a few stare at us, a pair of naked, or nearly so, young adult women, standing casually before them. Zoe almost covers herself, but Jesse grabs her hands in his, and she looks lovingly into his eyes.

They're normal rides, though all the more erotic given our state of dress. From Ferris wheels to a central spinning game, it all seems far more aimed at causing our breasts to bounce, our ass to shake merrily before those nearby. Not that she seems to mind. I mind along, as well as I can, though the ball gag, and soon she's leading me to some place with a stage..."Common, they will no doubt need a volunteer, and I know just the helpful girlie for the job!"

Led along, I still find our continued nakedness amusing, even as I quietly note how I can't warm her. Even if I want to. We get there in time to see a fit man presenting, several female assistants, one on each side, wearing a matching outfit. An outfit that looks more like a skippy bikini and G-string, with light streamers flowing off them.

Not that they mind. Even so, I notice how they had on more than Zoe had put together, so who's to say. One of the gals speaks up, standing on his left, declaring, "For this next test, we'll need a volunteer."

Zoe pokes me in the ribs, and I let out a sigh, wondering what's coming up next.