Just let it all hang out

"What?" Stella said.

"What?!" Angela yelled.

Deirdre sighed, standing up and stepping out if the bush. As she brushed herself off, she said, "Stella's got a point. We're not going to make it through a crowded city without being seen. All we'd be doing is wasting time. So I say, if we're gonna be naked, let's be naked and proud." She put her hands on her hips, her butt cheeks tight with strength and a little bit of fear. The various cell phones pointed at Stella started rapidly taking pictures as Deirdre walked over to Angela and, against the latter's protests, pulled her out from behind the mailbox and exposed her gifts to the world. Angela squealed and covered her face from the camera flashes, doing the very minimum to preserve her identity.

Stella looked back at her friends, utterly shocked. She hadn't expected her reasoning to actually work, so Deirdre taking her advice was a welcome surprise. She dashed over to her friends and put her arms around their bare shoulders, pulling them into a naked hug "This is going to be awesome!"

"No, it's not! I can't believe you two!" Angela yelled indignantly, with as much dignity as a naked woman could muster. "You guys seriously want to parade yourselves in all your glory for the entire city to see? Have you lost your minds along with your clothes?!"

"Angie, you seem a little stressed."

"Oh, do I?! Maybe being naked in public is a stressful experience!"

"Angela, close your eyes," Deirdre interjected.

"What?"

"Just do it." Angela, utterly frustrated and befuddled, did as she was told. "Now, try to feel sensations in the rest of your body."

"This is ridiculous, of course, I feel everything, I'm butt naked. How us thi-ah!" Angela stopped short as she felt a pain in her left nipple and opened her eyes to see Deirdre pinching her boob. "Deirdre!"

"I'm sure you felt that. Now hush up and do what I tell you." Angela, guarding her chest with her hands, closed her eyes again. "Now, take in your surroundings with your other senses." Angela wanted to blow this off, but the fear of retaliation made her take it more seriously.

"Feel the ground beneath your feet. Feel the wind against your breasts. Be in this moment. Forget about everything else." To her surprise, Angela's racing thoughts began to slow. She took her mind off of the people watching her and only focused on the sensations around her. The rough concrete beneath her bare feet, the cold breeze tickling her nether regions. She was still naked, but she found herself relaxed despite that.

"Now, focus on your lips." Deirdre continued.

"My lips?" Suddenly, Angela felt a pair of lips press against her own, and she opened her eyes to see Deirdre passionately kissing her. For a brief second, she tried to pull away, but Deirdre wasn't having it as she pulled her in closer, their breasts pressing up against one another. Angela gave in to the kiss, returning Deirdre's passion with a bit of her own. Their legs intertwined and their bare pussies brushed up against each other as the kiss continued. Their tongues swirled together and photos were taken, but their minds were far from caring. They squeezed each other's breasts and swam their fingers in each other's hair.

Finally, just as Angela was going to come up for air, Deirdre broke it off, and both women dropped their bare bottoms to the ground. Stella clapped, jumping up and down with glee, and soon the rest of the crowd erupted into applause for the show. Deirdre turned to Angela and said through heavy breaths, "Now, if you want to finish that I'd say we'd better get home as soon as possible." Angela, her brain addled by fatigue, only nodded as Stella helped them both up, mooning the crowd as she did.

"Well, that was amazing, but do you guys want to get going?" Seeing the crowd and the green crosswalk light, all three naked women looked at each other and did the only logical thing: they ran like hell.

As fast as their legs could carry them, three naked asses dashed across the street and into the city, bouncing and jiggling with every footfall. Despite themselves, the once respectable office workers laughed as they showed their birthday suits to the crowds as they passed. They felt like so many naughty little schoolgirls as they raised their hands to the sky, their boobs flying around unrestrained.

They didn't even know how long they had been running before they reached Angela's apartment building. They all ducked into an alley to rest before going inside. Stella kept laughing as the others caught their breath. "Yes, now that's the streak I was hoping for! Hell yeah!" Angela and Deirdre just looked at each other and laughed along with her.

Deirdre looked over at Angela and said snidely, "Looks like someone finally got into the game."

Angela blushed. "Well, enough people had already seen my small breasts tonight, anyway, so I figured what's a few more. And you know, it was kinda fun when I stopped worrying."

Stella hugged her friend. "I knew we could break your guard, Angie." Angela continued to blush.

Deirdre spoke up, rubbing her arms. "Well, now that that's done, can we go inside? It's cold out here, and I need to warm up if you know what I mean." She nudged Angela, who was pushing her messy hair out of her face. The women walked casually out of the alley, but as they approached the building, Angela realized something.