Breaking Free !

To Debbi and Carol, it seemed to take forever to make their slow crab like progress across the road to where Debbi's car was parked. In reality it was only two or three minutes but the unsympathetic crowd of locals reveled in the continuing spectacle. Debbi felt the guiding hands come off of her naked hips. "There. You're at the car now" their guide said.

That was the least of the women's worries. "Can't you help us get out of here ?" Debbi's muffled voice called again. This request was only greeted by more laughter. "What do we do ?" she asked Carol. "We're going to have to pull backwards from each other and get out of these dresses" her partner replied. "But then we'll be naked" wailed Debbi. "Exactly how much do you think we've got covered at the moment ?" Carol countered. "Good point" conceded Debbi.

The captivated onlookers watched gleefully as Debbi and Carol began some kind of warped tug of war, flexing their muscles and backing away from each other as they endeavored to break free of the entwined dresses that had them trapped. At first progress was slow but once their fingers could begin to grip and also pull at the material, things speeded up and all of a sudden the pair broke free simultaneously to emerge blinking into the light !

Staggering backwards from the effort, Debbi just about managed to stop herself from falling on her ass. Like Carol yesterday, she was shocked to realize the size and composition of the audience they had attracted. Belatedly and somewhat pointlessly, she adopted the traditional ENF covering pose. "Don't just stand there" yelled her equally naked friend, whose bra had once more been pulled off with the effort to break free and lay entangled within the pile of clothing that now lay on the ground between them. "Where are the keys ?" Carol asked. "In there somewhere" replied Debbi, pointing at the clothes.

Their thought processes were interrupted by a loud cry from Mrs. Sanders. "Tyson, come back here !" Debbi and Carol turned to see the fierce, snarling bull terrier bearing down on them rapidly. "Eek" cried Debbi, leaping up onto the bonnet of her car. Carol also beat a hasty retreat to the rear of the vehicle. But Tyson was not interested in the two women. Instead, the dog grabbed the pile of twisted clothing in his strong jaws and set off down the road with it, shaking it vigorously and growling !