Emergency Call From Jessica Jones

It had been nearly twenty minutes and the nude heroine was hyperventilating. As her long bare legs took her down the alley , her beautiful chest was heaving and her smooth stomach went in and out, bouncing her belly button up and down. Her pert ass jiggled and the dirty concrete between her delicate toes only served to remind her of her complete and total bareness.

Her big eyes were darting everywhere as she searched for the missing phone. She was starting to regret what she knew she had to do already. Careful to check that there were no open windows, Jessica Jones took her lucky chance and sprung from the ground onto a nearby fire escape first, noticing the new texture of cold wrought iron against her skin before quickly leaping again onto the top of a nearby building.

Using her powers already felt weird. She hardly ever took advantage of the latter gifts she was now displaying. Today, it seemed that everything she had to offer stood to be exposed.

As Jessica's bare feet found purchase on the next building, she swore to herself at the unrestrained bouncing of her breasts. She had to uncover them and she couldn't help but look down to see her own hard pink nipples and light brown bush staring back. This would have felt weird on any day, but doing it stark naked......that was another story. The slightly ticklish air between her toes as she went up, and the hard concrete on her soles as she touched down; her boobs jiggling wildly and her hair flying everywhere. It didn't hurt, but it felt more real than ever, especially when she was 100 percent bare.

Jessica tried to keep her cool as she peered over the edge of the alley. Anyone looking up would see a beautiful woman looking down from the sky with telling pale bare shoulders. She swore again as she moved her hair out of her face, and used those eagle eyes to spot her cellphone at last. Right where......where everything had ceased to make sense.

Jessica gulped as she prepared to descend again. If there was just one open window, she'd be flashing one hell of a shooting star on the way down. She braced her legs as she leapt nude into the air and hated how dainty she felt despite her strength. Jessica landed with no trouble, and scurried over to scoop up the phone. Then she leapt away.

Patricia Walker picked up her phone after the third call.

"TRISH!? Trish! Listen, I know this is going to sound weird, but today is all sorts of fucked up and I need you to come to the corner of-"

Trish harshly cut her sometimes abrasive friend off. "Not now Jess, I've got problems of my own. You're right. Today is REALLY, fucked up. I have to hang up now. Be safe."

Jessica could do nothing but resign as she heard the telling click.

Jessica began to fight back tears, standing on the roof top near the road. There were people down there! They had started to gather about ten minutes ago when she had first begun making her calls.

Oh my god! Had she been seen? Her naked ass was not for their viewing pleasure!

"Oh my god, oh my god, FUCK!", Jessica whispered. It was all she could do for right now. That, and she could tremble and wrap her arms around her still naked form.

Today just got better and better.

Suddenly, Jessica heard boots coming up the fire escape. She summoned all her courage, and she leapt to another building.

She heard catcalls and hoots, exclamations of awe and even as she soared through the air her arms stayed like clamps over her most precious parts.

Jessica Jones of Alias Investigations had officially, if for a moment, been exposed.