Striping Tiffany

After a pause, Tiffany's smile widens, "No, you really must prove your willingness with action ..." only to trail off when one of the number reached around and undid her top, which casually fell down, revealing her silk bra. The bra did not remain on long either before it too came popping off, and her breasts bounced out, coming free. She giggled as it happened, showing happiness not too dissimilar to the college males around us. She stood up slowly then, her slitted dress plunging downward to the ground, leaving her in just a g-string. Her g-string was removed swiftly next, even as she stood casually before us, smiling softly as she was stripped, though her eyes seemed to show a bit of the surprise she felt.

standing naked before us, she was swiftly taken back to their table, her naked body exposed before them. I followed along besides, picking up her forgotten tea as we moved, even though my college heckler held on tightly to me. One of their number grabbed her clothes up, carrying them along with them. Soon, she was made to sit at the far side of their booth, surrounded on all sides by them, her nudity exposed to all of them as she was made to sit in the back corner of the booth. Her legs spread wide, and her nakedness was on display before everyone nearby, second only to my own exposed nudity.

My heckler, as what seemed natural for them, held tightly to my thigh, his left hand rubbing my ass, even as the fingers of his right, besides holding my leg, tickling my shaved mound. I let out a soft gasp as he slapped my ass, about 2/3 of the college males still staring my way, the remaining third staring over at her. Her eyes were slightly wide, but she still managed to remain casual, supping her iced tea, and doing her best to make small talk.

We remained there a bit, my ass being slapped on, and I felt. someone pinching me ... first my side, but eventually my nipple, as I remained naked and exposed before them. I lean on the booth my heckler sat at, relaxing myself by him as my nudity was openly noticed. My right arm wrapped casually around him, and I found myself enjoying the attention. I found myself enjoying the attention, choosing to simply listen, though swiftly then Tiffany called out, "I'll have the chicken wings!", causing them to laugh, her uncertainty making its way through her casual demeanour, despite herself.

I smiled back, slowly breaking away from him, "I'll put your order in, one moment.", and ass I turned, I felt my outside tossed at my back, and I grabbed them deftly from my shoulder, smiling as I walked back to the kitchen, happy to finally have it back. My excitement proved short-lived, as I was about to pass the Greeter's booth, I felt my vibrator turn on, and without a thought, I felt myself drop my newly retrieved work shirt and shorts.

Before I could act, I watched as Sheila scooped up my newly reclaimed clothes, placing them in the storage space under the menus. I stood still before her, shocked at the sudden switch I just experienced. She clicked her tongue, waving a finger over my way, "Uhhh ugh. You should know by now ...