Sorry, That Should Be First Right !"

Debbi was thoroughly enjoying the carnival atmosphere of the ride and the freedom of being naked outside without fear of censure or embarrassment. She was embedded in the body of the crowd and adopted by two slightly creepy middle aged nudists, who she nevertheless felt confident she could handle. There were cheers and shouts from the riders as they progressed, accompanied by yells of encouragement from onlookers and supporters, with only the occasional catcall that could easily be shrugged off. The agreed route had been cleared of traffic by the police, who were mostly a benign presence.

It was as they entered the town proper after about twenty minutes that Debbi hit a snag. The riders were heading noisily along a busy shopping street when her bike shed a chain. **** to stop, her companions offered to help. "No, you carry on, it won't take me a second to fix" said Debbi, secretly not sorry to be able to brush them off. However, her confidence about fixing the problem was misplaced. Bikes seemed to have got a lot more complicated since her early teens when she had last ridden. She struggled with the errant chain as the other riders streamed steadily past.

Debbi's status had instantly changed from being just one small part of a mass of speeding eccentrics, to being a conspicuously naked single attractive female. A little crowd began to gather around her. "Need any help darling ?" a rough voice asked. This time Debbi felt more inclined to accept the offer. A large tattooed guy with a shaven head stepped forward and bent to inspect the chain, eager to be at eye level with Debbi's crotch ! Happily, he did know what he was about and a few spins of the wheel confirmed that the chain was once more fully functional, just in time to see the last of the naked ride disappearing round a bend in the road.

"Which way did they go ?" Debbi cried. "Bear right, then first left, you'll soon catch them up" a voice called, as Debbi set off in hot pursuit. Unfortunately, the voice that had called out belonged to one of those curious individuals that always has to think twice to distinguish their left from their right ! Debbi did not register the corrected cry of "Sorry, that should be first right !" She suddenly found herself cycling amidst increasingly heavy traffic, rather than the nice clear passage the police and organisers had agreed on. And instead of being just an anonymous part of the crowd, she was now very conspicuous and very naked ! With no clothes or possessions, since she had recklessly left those with Lawrence. And amongst bystanders who may have been unaware of the ride and unprepared for such an encounter.

"Nice ass luv !" "Look at the tits on that !" "What on earth do you think you're doing girl ?" Things reached a head when she had to stop at a set of traffic lights alongside a bus full of rowdy football fans ! Debbi felt a familiar blush spreading to her face as angry mothers dragged their children away, casting dirty looks in her direction. "Does anyone know where the naked bike ride went ?" she cried desperately. This was found to be highly amusing by most who heard it. "No, but I know where one naked bike rider is !" yelled one clever voice in response. A young woman with purple hair came up to Debbi. "Your best bet is to head to the sea front, they take a rest break there. About half a mile straight down" she pointed.

Naked, her money and clothes left with Lawrence, Debbi had little alternative but to trust in this advice. She endured more embarrassment as a lone rider through more busy streets but became a little more optimistic as the vista began to open out in front of her and she could see the sea. "They're all down there, a few hundred yards" a helpful voice called out. Debbi could just about make out the noise and activity !