Ice-cream to go

Oh my god…

The little bell above the door of the ice-cream parlor chimed almost ethereally as Valerie hurried back out on to the street, her bare body aflame with pink warmth. Mercifully the boys had moved on, not that Valerie really noticed as stars danced across her vision and she blindly walked in an erotic daze, cheeks burning, knees weak, her mind swimming in a thick pink fog.

Oh my goddddd…

She couldn’t tell if she was feeling euphoria or having a panic attack, if this was a dream or a nightmare, but the instinct to get away from the scene of what she’d just done was overwhelming.

This was all so unbelievable and yet the more she thought about it the more the arousing, embarrassing, exciting swirling mix of emotions clouded her mind. Every barefoot step, every bounce of her naked breasts, every subtle gust of wind on her skin or rub of her thighs as she walked was a constant reminder that she was walking down the street completely and totally naked… that she couldn’t cover herself at all… and she was stuck like this.

Valerie stifled a moan as she glanced back, her cheeks turning an even darker crimson knowing she had just brought herself to the most powerful orgasm of her life… in front of dozens of people… all to pay for two scoops of ice-cream!

And they all thought that was normal!

A creeping tingle sprung up Valerie's spine as she tried very hard not to think about what the voice's change really meant... was that how she'd be expected to pay for everything now?!

She clutched her little cup so tightly its cardboard sides started to collapse and a trickle of the ice-cream spilled free, running over her fingers.

“Ooop!” The cold snapped Valerie from her daze. Panicked, she lifted her hand to her mouth to stop the drip spreading any further, only to run her tongue across her fingers and blush brighter pink as she tasted herself mixed in with the cookies and cream…

With a squeak she pulled her hand and the cup away, suddenly aware that her singular focus of getting away from the parlor had left no room in her head for where she was going.

Focus… focus… focus…

She stood on the street corner, hands awkwardly askew at her sides to avoid covering herself, glancing back and forth as cars rumbled by uncaring of the naked girl standing in the sun. The ice cream parlor had been the goal of this whole adventure, her treat, a reward for braving to walk so far in broad daylight with every inch of her naked skin on display. The chilled scoops in her cup were what she’d set out for… so what now? She couldn’t go home for hours; she was locked out like this.

Valerie ate a bite of her ice-cream; her body trembling as she subtly rubbed her bare thighs together and basked in the warming afterglow of her orgasm. It helped to clear her head some, if only partially, and the naked girl anxiously glanced back in the direction she’d come – how far was she from home now? Two miles? Three? Every step she took felt like another naughty step further from safety, from privacy, from clothes…

Oh.

Valerie swooned on the spot as the full weight of what she was doing and what was happening to her came all at once. She wouldn’t ever be any distance from clothes that mattered… she didn’t have any clothes. None. The voice had taken them all – she was naked. She would always be naked. Forever.

Ohhhhh goddddd….

Heart fluttering between anxiety and excitement, Valerie knew she had two choices:

She could stop now, calm down, stop pushing her luck and hide somewhere safe long enough to clear her head and try to reverse this…

… or…

…she could keep going…