Streaking to the apartment

Felicia and Peter ran as fast as they could taking the most direct path to the park exit. No more hiding, no more detours to avoid passers-by they just sprinting down the main route heading for the exit closest to Felicia's apartment. The journey was unexpectedly easy. It was still the middle of the night so traffic in the park was very low. It wasn't completely deserted, however. They would occasionally run past a pedestrian who would either scream in terror, fall into a laughing fit or cheer with earnest support for the couple wearing nothing but some musical instruments. Regardless our heroes had the same thought regardless of how people reacted to them.

'Damn it, how much further," they thought in unison.

Sadly, there would be no reprise for our pair of heroic streakers. When they were finally able to exit central park and reenter New York proper they were quickly reminded of why it was called the city that never sleeps. The road was still choked with slow moving traffic as pedestrians marched down the sidewalk on both sides. And of course, the entire road was lit up by streetlights making it impossible not to notice the naked couple unless you were distracted.

"Oh God," Peter whispered to himself as he stood dumbstruck at the entrance to central park. Tempted to rush back in and simply hide in the bushes for the rest of his life. Fortunately, Cat pulled him out of this delusion.

"Come quick," Felicia commanded as she nudged him with her shoulder (her hands obviously indisposed), "it's just two more blocks, hurry!"

"Right," Peter said as the two took off again down the busy streets of New York drawing the attention of every streetgoer they passed by.

"Holy Shit!"

"What are they doing?"

"Ohh Baby"

"Hey somebody call the cops."

"Yeah! Run free and shake your stuff!"

Not only were there a lot more angry jeers and enthusiastic cheers for the sexy streakers, but there were also an equally large number of quiet stares from passersby. Felicia caught the eye of every perv on the street who practically stuck their tongues out and panted like dogs after just a glimpse at Cat's rocking bod. Something their significant others clearly didn't appreciate while they stared daggers at her.

Peter meanwhile caught the gaze of every beautiful woman on the street. Their expressions ranged wildly. Some stared with arousal, their eyes scanning Pete's muscular body and always landing on the small drum hiding his piece de resistance. Others looked at Peter with absolute distain. Cringing at the sight of this pervert running by them and shot him looks of disapproval and disgust. Peter couldn't tell which expression made him feel worse.

Peter then made eye contact with a voluptuous Redhead in a black dress and sunglasses. His heart stopped for a minute thinking it to have been ex-girlfriend Mary Jane Watson. Fortunately, this wasn't Mary Jane when she lowered her glasses to get a better look at him and reveal she had brown eyes as opposed to MJ's green eyes. Still Peter couldn't help but feel extra mortified as this redhead smiled at him as he run by. Afterward a loud wolf whistle rang out behind him.

"Nice butt," She complimented the nude hero. Peter nearly yelped and reached a hand behind him to try and cover his ass. Even if this wasn't MJ, he didn't want to be on display. Sadly, as is typical of Spidey's notoriously bad luck, moving one hand off the drum without thinking causing his other hand to lose its grip. The drum fell, exposing Peter's still erect penis and started bouncing away.

"No! no no no NO," Pete squealed as he turned to chase after the drum not bothering to cover herself as he reached to try and grab his only cover as it bounced away. He didn't even notice the cheers of the redhead and other women after they got an eyeful of his member. Worse still his efforts were in vain. Before Pete could reclaim it, the drum bounced onto the road and was immediately smashed into a million pieces by a passing car. So, Peter was left frozen in place with his arm stretched out in front of its splintered remains looking like an idiot.

"Nice dick too," a female voice said. Peter turned to see the voluptuous redhead standing next to him biting her lower lip. Peter couldn't even process the nightmare he was in. Stark naked in the cold New York city streets how could his life get any worse. He was about to try and cover himself with his hands again when fate awarded him a rare reprieve.

"Don't even think about it hussy. He's mine." Felicia said from behind. Suddenly Peter felt the familiar warmed of Black Cat's massive orbs pressing into his back almost immediately followed by her stomach and crotch. He was surprised even more so when she placed one of the cymbals over his dick. The redhead's face turned sour as she watched Peter's naked companion place her chin on his shoulder and smile possessively. Felicia gave her a look at screamed "move along" and the redhead turned away and went on with her business. Whatever small tendrils modesty Peter had left were saved by Felicia's quick thinking.

"Cat," Peter said feeling immense gratitude.

"Thank me later." Felicia replied in a panic as she maneuvered the second cymbal over her exposed ass. "Help me with this."

Peter nodded and moved to help Felicia hold both the cymbal on her ass and the one on his crotch. The couple were a bit more covered than before, but they still had a little further to go. Hobbled together the naked heroes awkwardly turned around and continued their streak to the safety of Felicia's apartment. Garnering intense stared from both sexes.