Tag Team Journey

Tiffany nearly stammered out the words, but managed to say. "Yeah...let's have ourselves a tag team journey." In retrospect, Tiffany would be proud of herself for holding things together, but in the moment, Tiffany felt a very strong urge to shout in delight.

'Yes, I have to be naked and a petgirl in a public place again...but my sister is now WILLING going outside naked. We're so close, I feel it!' Granted, she also felt quite horny, but that was to be expected at this point. All that mattered now was getting her goal achieved, and for the first time in so long, she felt like she was on the right track.

Samantha turned and faced the door, absorbing the thought that, in just a few moments, she'd exit it, naked, with her naked petgirl sister. Words danced on her tongue, trying to figure out how to discuss the subject of their secret desires. But in the end she couldn't, and decided it was better that she wouldn't; at least for now, the two were on a similar page, and this adventure would let them bond even further.

She felt a tap, and looked down to see Tiffany handing her the leash. 'Still feels awkward,' Samantha thought as she took the leash. She nodded in appreciation and gazed firmly at the door knob. Samantha struggled with the decision for a few moments, but after only a short time, she reached for the door knob, slowly turned it, and released. Tiffany lightly pushed it open with her head.

"I'll go ahead first." Samantha was about to question her, but Tiffany continued. "It's a petgirl's pride to do this, so...let me lead, and I'll show you why this kind of life is great. Samantha felt that was such a strange statement, especially coming from her sister. Yet, if she wanted to explore her options as a nudist, a streaker, or an exhibitionist, it was only fair to help Tiffany help her with her dream of being a petgirl.

Samantha nodded, and let Tiffany walk into the hallway first, her petgirl sister leading her, the master. 'At least, if that's what she wants. And if she's supporting me, then...I'll do my best to support her.' Tiffany seemed to gaze around at first, before lightly tugging at the leash with her neck. Samantha realized the weird arguing couple was gone again, so took a breath, both for relief and to ready herself.

Samantha took her steps forward into the hallway, who had a very nervous appearance to any potential onlooker, but thanks to Tiffany's perfect viewing angle, she was throbbing with excitement. Her sister looked ready to leak fluids of joy, and Tiffany took much pleasure in her sister's amorous feelings. 'Soon,' Tiffany thought. 'Soon I'll be living out our role reversal, and can stop my mind from pretending I'm so dang horny. Or...forcing myself, I guess.' Tiffany wasn't really sure what her feelings were, but they didn't matter now. What mattered was leading her to the first corner.

They stepped down the hallway slowly and carefully. Both girls were afraid of negative reactions, albeit for different reasons, but there were no reactions whatsoever. The hallway was devoid of anyone beyond the naked girls. As they passed the door of the strange couple, the arguing had faded away, replaced by stranger, more awkward noises. Neither girl was prudish in any real regard, but there was something strange going on in that room. Nevertheless, they took extra care to walk past that door, and to the first corner to the laundry room. Then a bang happened, and both girls hurried to the nearest pillar to hide behind.

It took a few moments to realize, but the bang was actually not from the strange strangers, but from their own door, shutting automatically and locking them out. Both swore under their breaths, now trapped in this journey for the clothes and key, and both slowly continued to the first junction of hallways. Once there, they leaned against the corner, letting out heaving breaths. They then peeked around into the next hallway, and saw this path seemed empty as well. Both breathed a sigh of relief. Tiffany didn't want to be nervous, but she was on shaky ground. Her goals of a perfect needed both girls to enjoy the experience, so she had to pray for a lack of attention, at least for now. She was eager to continue, but she knew they had to be careful and cautious with each step.

Tiffany was so lost in these thoughts of concern, she didn't even notice Samantha take her first steps out into the next hallway, tugging Tiffany forward. She nearly yelped in surprise, and Samantha whispered a 'Sorry' at her. Tiffany had a brief flash of anger, but it was quickly overshadowed by concern again. Samantha noticed the anger, but did not hold it against Tiffany; she understood it was all just nerves acting up for both girls. That said, what surprised both girls was that they weren't really afraid, at least not in the traditional sense. They were outside, naked, and in a very awkward looking position, but this wasn't their first time doing this.

Granted they had to suffer from nervousness the whole time, but there was also a budding confidence as well. In Tiffany's case, she was more confident than Samantha, with some fear brewing, but in a minor respect. That fear was greater in Samantha, but she felt confidence growing too with each step forward. She told herself she had to be confident for hers and Tiffany's sake, but truthfully she wanted the confidence. And as if rewarded for their efforts, their trip through the second hallway was also a safe one. Though in a way, neither felt satisfied by this.

For Tiffany that feeling was obvious. She wanted to expose her sister, make her succumb to the secret desires she knew she had. 'Granted, I'm the one in the petgirl situation for now, but even getting Samantha exposed to someone naked would really be a good step forward.'

For Samantha, she was quite confused why she felt unsatisfied, and knew things were too tense to be concerned. But in the moment, if she had to guess, she assumed that, just maybe, she was actually wanting more of a thrill. 'There was no way I'd want to be seen, or caught, but maybe the thrill of it would be satisfying? That's definitely feeling more like exhibitionism...'

She did feel a thrill, and a weird sense of bonding. 'Not sure if Tiffany had ever intended this with her petgirl antics, but this is kind of fun.'

After Tiffany took one last peak around the corner, she could see into the laundry room. She tensed up, as she could see someone exiting the laundry room. She knew, if she had the chance, this would be a perfect time to expose her little pet. But with the shoe on the other foot, and the situation more tense, she needed to stay protective. She looked up to her sister, gazing as the man exited the laundry room, now heading in the opposite direction, and...bit her lip. It could have been just nerves still, or a way to show relief, but Tiffany could have sworn it was a sign Samantha wanted to be caught.

'Good...keep that want going...you'll get your chance.'

After the man turned a corner, Tiffany led the charge this time, dragging Samantha, who was quite lodged to the corner, and nearly fell to the floor in the process. Tiffany wondered why she was so tightly bound to the corner, but paid it no heed, and led her inside the laundry room. The girls should have been more cautious about entering, but there was not much that could be done, with the machines making noises.

"I bet that man is coming back soon," Samantha said, looking at the spinning washers he must have left.

"Then we'll be quick."

Quick was the wrong word here, as it soon dawned on the girls that they were here early. The washing machine was still spinning Samantha's clothes, and would be doing so for another 15 minutes.

Tiffany looked at Samantha in annoyance. "You could have told me how much time was left."

"I'm sorry, I panicked, I just..."

The glare Tiffany bared soon faded, as she got a bit more of a smarmy look. "Oh, I get it. You really wanted to get that streak going, and extra risk us getting caught." Samantha's eyes widened and she tried to deny it, but Tiffany shut her and crossed her arms, sitting on her knees with a confident smug look. "It's okay sis, you're secretly into this kind of stuff, I'm not going to shame you for it."

Samantha really wanted to contest her claims, but she was having a hard time building a defense, if only because a part of her mind kept saying, 'You DO like this, don't deny it.' Samantha...gave in, deciding not to deny it, but she refused to admit it to her teasing sister.

"Well...in my defense," Samantha began, "You did lead us out here. And you're the one keeping up the petgirl act."

Tiffany very nearly blabbed, "For your benefit!" Luckily, she caught herself, and instead just looked embarrassed. She needed to convince Samantha at some point she didn't really want this, but it was hard to deny when she kept doing it.

"Not to mention...eh, maybe I shouldn't say."

"What?"

"Well...I am following you...and um...you are...well, you seem like...it makes you happy. Down...there."

Tiffany had never blushed more in her life, and hurriedly looked away. She desperately wanted to contest this, but she couldn't handle looking at her sister's probably smug look. 'No, I'm just making myself horny for your sake!' But even she knew that sounded ridiculous, and she even had to admit she had no idea what was keeping her being so horny for so long. 'It's...probably just buildup...or backup...yeah, that makes sense.'

Regardless, she kept those thoughts to herself, and opted to change the subject. She looked at her sister directly, who looked less smug and more inquisitive. "Ahem, well, moving on from...those thoughts, since we still have ten minutes left, we do have another issue to consider before the door pops open." Samantha's face started to fill with concern.

"Your clothes are still going to be wet when this is all done. Do you really want to walk back in wet clothes, or are you going to put them in the drier next?"

Samantha's jaw dropped, she had completely forgotten about the drier. Wet clothes were Samantha's bane, but there was so much of a risk waiting for them to dry, even if she could choose a lower setting. The lowest allowed was ten minutes, so she'd be waiting 20 more minutes to get dressed if she wanted to make her clothes actually comfortable to wear. The man's washers still have 50 minutes, but he could appear at any time, not to mention other guests.

'On the other hand,' Samantha thought, 'I did all this because I hate feeling wet clothes. I guess I could just...not wear them and let them dry in the room, but I'll have to walk back to the room...naked.' Samantha had been quite lucky to avoid getting caught this first time around, but that luck could very easily run out, especially now that it was later in the morning.

Tiffany waved her hand in front of Samantha's face, or at least as close as she could from a kneeling state. "Samantha?"

"H-hold on...I'm thinking..."