Ms. Fletcher gets an idea

As they pass several pedestrians and Melissa gets honked at by countless cars, Ms. Fletcher is struck by how calm and natural Melissa looks. Like this was simply how things were supposed to be. She knows Melissa is probably more embarrassed than she's ever been and yet, she looks so confident. Melissa is puttimg professional actors to shame right now. She is certainly making her drama teacher look like an amateur.

Ms. Fletcher speaks, "I can't believe you look so calm, especially given your state of attire."

"Not much I can do about it."

"True, but your ability to hide your embarrassment is absolutely remarkable."

"Thanks. I just figured if I show that I'm embarrassed, that would be more embarrassing for me. If everyone saw that I've been going to class and walking outside naked and then saw I was embarrassed by it, they'd not only see my private parts but also think I'm an idiot and make fun of me for gettimg myself in this situation. At least if it looks like I chose to be naked then they won't think I'm an idiot."

"Is that the real reason you didn't take my offer to get dressed?"

"Only partly. I was still absolutely honest about not wanting to get caught defying the principal. But yeah, this is one if the other reasons I'm still naked."

"One of them?"

Melissa blushed but then remembered that she can't show embarrassment so she answered matter-of-factly, honestly and fully, "This feels kind of good. I kind of like the Sun and wind on my skin."

"And?"

"I'm getting to it. The truth is I lied to you earlier. It does feel kinda sexy being seen naked by admiring people."

"So what's the downside to you?"

"The obvious. I'm naked and I can't cover up. It's humiliating even if it feels nice."

"Here, take this."

Ms. Fletcher hands her the coat again.

"I already told you, I can't cover up now."

"You don't have to wear it, just hold it for me. Think of it this way: if people see you holding clothes but not wearing any, it'll look more intentional."

"Oh yeah, good point."

A minute of walking had passed. Melissa saw Ms. Fletcher stop. "Keep going, I'll catch up.", assured Ms. Fletcher. She indeed had caught back up due mostly to the fact that she walks several miles from home to school and back again every day, making her very fit. She hands Melissa a ball of cloth. "Take these too".

Melissa was confused. Ms. Fletcher wasn't lacking any clothing but just handed her some. Melissa unballed it and saw a pair of shoes, a pair of socks, a bra, and a pair of panties. Not only was Melissa shocked that Ms. Fletcher gave her her underwear but that it was pretty sexy underwear. It matches, it's cut nicely, and it looks pretty new. Her teacher definitely takes care of herself and how she looks.

"What's this for?", is all Melissa can muster.

"To complete the look. You're holding your underwear, defiantly rejecting the even the most basic opportuniy for preserving your dignity. The panties so close at hand, tempting you, and yet you resist their call and choose to let the world see you in your most natural, **** form."

"I can see why you work in drama."

"Good, right?"

"Yeah, I couldn't do that."

"Then we're even, I guess."

"Huh?"

"I'm still trying to figure out how you can walk around with your boobs out like that."

Melissa knew what her teacher meant, but she gave Ms. Fletcher a sarcastic response anayway, not knowing what effect it was going to have, "Oh, that's easy, I just took off my top and, voila, boobs."

"Oh, is that all there is to it?", Ms. Fletcher played along, "So you just take off your top?"

"Yup, that's how it works."

"Okay, sounds easy."

It wasn't easy, though, as most of Ms. Fletcher's brain was screaming at her. However, she couldn't lose her opportunity. She zipped down the back of her blouse and pulled it over her head. Melissa was utterly dumbfounded. Here was her teacher, topless right in front of her and Melissa was the one that provoked this. She didn't do it on purpose: Ms. Fletcher did. They continued walking but Melissa couldn't stop looking at Ms. Fletcher's bare tits (all the pedestrians and drivers divided their attention between Ms. Fletcher's bare tits and Melissa's bare everything), those tits were huge, much bigger than Melissa's. Melissa was honestly surprised. Her drama teacher wore loose-fitting blouses so the sheer magnitude of her boobs was obscured.

"You like what you see?", Ms. Fletcher asked.

"No...I mean yes..I mean...wait...I'm not commenting on my teacher's naked chest. Put your shirt back on!"

"No. You told me this was uour secret to doing what you're doing today."

"It was a joke."

"I dunno. That's what someone who doesn't want her secret getting out would say."

"Fine, be difficult. I'm not giving you back your clothes then."

"I can just take them back from you. Leave you here naked all by yourself."

"I can just throw these all over the road."

"Do it."

She did. Melissa is a nice person, but you don't challenge her unless you want her to go through with it. Luckily, her teacher wanted this outcome, but couldn't let Melissa know that, "Melissa, why did you do that?"

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Fletcher, I'll get them for you right away."

Before she could, several cars ran the clothes over, scattering them all out of reach, with the help of the wind.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!", shouted Melissa, gettimg the attention of anyone that hadn't noticed them yet.

Not wanting her star pupil to run out into the streets, Ms. Fletcher told Melissa, "Hey, it's okay. It was my fault for pushing you."

Ms. Fletcher casually unbuttoned her skirt without Melissa noticing and they continued to walk.

"Yeah, but I did it.", said Melissa, Ms. Fletcher's skirt falling lower with every step.

"You did, but I know you better than to get you riled up.", her skirt falling past her hips, making her toned ass and trimmed pussy visible to everyone, which the public noticed and appreciated, "Look at you, you're a walking naked reminder of that whatever you set out to do, you do it, all the way.", her skirt slipping all the way off as she casually walks out of it and it blows into the street.

"Yeah? Well it doesn't change the fact that because of me you're topless in public."

"I'm not topless."

"Oh, you found something to wea....", Melissa turned around to see her teacher completely naked behind her. She was a fucking knockout. Despite being 35, she had the body of a 22 year old. She was so tight and toned she could even pass for one of Melissa's classmates, or at least one of their sisters in college. The clothes she wore didn't do justice to her body. It was kind of a shame she had to wear clothes to work, she looked amazing in her birthday suit, almost as amazing as Melissa herself. Melissa got out of her trance, "Uh, what happened to your skirt?"

There was no excuse this time so Ms. Fletcher laid her cards on the table, "Okay, so here's the thing, I kinda lost it on purpose."

"On purpose?"

"Yeah, seeing you naked in public, looking so relaxed I needed to try it. I needed to learn to do something that embarrassing and still act like everything was fine. Finally, I needed to try what it felt like and it feels exhilarating."

"You bitch!", Melissa shouted, "You really had me going! I thought you losing your clothes was my fault, but that was a setup, too, huh?"

"Sorry."

"Ugh! I can't believe you!"