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Chapter 8 by dr_wankenstein dr_wankenstein

What's next?

Go For A Walk

I take several phone pictures of Michelle's naked ass before grabbing the book and walking off down the street, leaving her to her fate. I wonder how long she'll be trapped there, bottom bare, no way out, painfully aware that the whole neighbourhood can see her. Hopefully as long as possible. It's probably wrong of me to think that, but I think it anyway.

But it's not like Michelle is the only girl in the world. As I keep walking down the leafy streets of my suburb, I spot a slim blonde woman in her mid-twenties step out of a bus onto the sidewalk. She's wearing a yellow sundress and talking animatedly on her phone, too deep in conversation to notice that the bus door has caught on the hem of her dress.

I hold my breath, looking forward to what I'm pretty sure I'm about to see.

The bus roars off down the street, ripping the woman's dress right off her body. Her conversation stops. For a long moment she holds still, caught in shocked silence, her eyes wide as saucers. Her lips are trying to form sounds, but she's too frozen with embarrassment to speak.

She's wearing nothing underneath the dress but white panties, decorated with tiny strawberries. Turns out she decided to go without a bra today. Mistake.

Slowly she turns her head to follow the bus, rattling off into the distance with her dress flying merrily from the door. She looks down at her body, her small tits and rosy nipples, her skinny legs, her flat pale belly and the V of her panties guarding the last vestige of her modesty. She looks up at the people waiting in the bus stop, the husbands out watering their gardens and the wives reading on their porches, the joggers and the passers-by. Like me. There's quite a few people around for a quiet day in the suburbs. And she's standing in front of all of them in just her panties and her shoes.

A tiny whimper escapes her throat.

She covers her tits with her hands, looking deeply abashed, and begins to scuttle off down the sidewalk. I get the sense she's still several blocks away from her home. Should be an interesting walk of shame.

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