Naked

Donna looked at the ball of fabric in her hands again. She didn't need to take the time to untangle it now, right? There had to be a chair or stool nearby, and there was no one downstairs with her...

She didn't need it. She glanced around for a moment, before deciding to set the small ball of fabric on the bookshelf in front of her. No sense in getting it dirty. Donna looked around again, then down at her feet. That right flip-flop was getting rather dicey, and it would be kind of a shame to ruin it completely before she'd had her fill of fun for the day, so she toed the shoes off, setting them at the base of the bookshelf. Her toes curled slightly against the cool dirt floor, one last, small, tactile reminder of her nudity, causing her cheeks to flush anew.

She shook her head, trying to chase her building arousal out of it, even as the building moistness between her legs betrayed her excitement. She wasn't supposed to end up naked today. She needed to make this fast, before other ideas could take hold! She bit her lower lip, turned to the center aisle, and set off, her quick steps made nearly soundless by her bare feet on soft dirt.

She proceeded up the center aisle, glancing down each side aisle as she went, knowing that somewhere, someone had abandoned something to climb on. It only took her three aisles to find what she was looking for, a battered old wooden chair, haphazardly left in an aisle after someone had used it. Donna darted over to it, grabbing the worn wood, cursing its heavy, oaken weight under her breath as she **** the chair behind her. It took a few slightly noisy moments, and a near-fall when one of her feet slipped in the dirt, but she got the chair back beneath the window successfully.

Donna quickly set the chair up, with its back against the wall beneath the window, and clambered onto it. The chair rocked a bit beneath her, the abused old wood groaning at having another person stood atop it, and she paused for a moment, letting everything steady itself, before fumbling with the ancient latches on the bottom of the window. They hadn't been used in a long while, stubbornly refusing to move at first, before finally breaking free with a brief squeal of protest. Donna then shoved against the bottom lip of the window, and it opened after a brief moment of resistance, the abused hinges and supports making another racket as they moved for the first time in decades. Donna grimaced as she suddenly realized she could see feet walking by on the sidewalk in front of the library, and quickly dropped off the chair before she drew any attention to herself.

She turned around, snatching the balled-up dress off the shelf, and sat in the chair, thankful for the brighter light pouring through the opening, and quickly untangled the fabric. Locating the strip that had split in half, she quickly tied the ends together, before realizing she had a problem. The bow she'd tied, while snug, had dramatically shortened the strip. If she tried to pull the dress on like this, not only would it not sit straight, it would put substantial strain on the rest of the strips around the dress, and she couldn't afford that. Tying a much weaker knot would be pointless right now, as it would just come untied, not really doing anything for her. Another thrill shot through her as she tugged the knot loose again. She was going to have to be careful, or she just might wind up naked again! She subconsciously rubbed her thighs together, suppressing a faint moan as she realized she was doing so. Oh, this dress was dangerously fun!

She stood up again, glancing at the aisles she could see, then carefully pulled her dress back over her head, and down her body. After gingerly straightening it, she briefly dusted the soles of her feet off, and slid her flip-flops back on, ready to resume her search for the book she was after.

Unbeknownst to Donna, someone outside had noticed the racket the window had made as she'd opened it. A young woman, sitting on a nearby bench, had been startled out of the book she was reading by the sudden commotion. Mildly annoyed, she had turned to look back over her shoulder at the building, and spotted movement within the window.

That movement was of a distinctly-bare, feminine shoulder blade, with brown hair swinging past it. She paused, blinked, and looked at the cover of the romance novel she'd been reading. Maybe she was imagining things, and it was time for her to gether her things and go home.

She quietly gathered her phone and book off the bench, unable to shake the image from her mind, as she placed everything back in her purse. She had to be imagining things, right? Whoever the woman inside was, she'd appeared to be topless, and there was no way anyone would be running around a public place topless, right? Right?

She paused a moment, one finger twirling a strand of her mid-back length blonde hair, before curiousity overwhelmed her, and she crept to the side of the window, crouching and peeking carefully from the side of it. What she saw amazed her! A young brunette woman stood with her back to the window, pulling what seemed to be a dress down her very-much-naked body, though dress rapidly became a generous term in her mind, as she saw just how little material it had.

She carefully retreated from the window, still in disbelief at what she had just seen. Should she go inside and tell the librarian? Call the police? Try to talk to the woman? At a loss, she hazarded another peek through the window, seeing no one this time. Another thought flitted through her mind, wondering what would make someone so brazen as to wear such a dress, or remove it in public! She sat back down on her bench, lost in thought, uncertain of what to do.