The Chase

"Don't worry miss! I'll catch up to him in no time!" Were the immediate words out of my mouth, before I could try and explain my state of dress. I know now she probably wouldn't have asked if she had gotten a look at me, but it was too late. I'd made a promise, which meant I had to keep it. So I continued forward, sprinting after the Ex in nothing but my black panties and sneakers. It occurred to me at that point that I probably looked like a streaker who didn't want to go all the way, and decided that having her tits out and bouncing around was good enough. I blushed, before cupping both breasts using my hands. It offered little in the way of actual coverage, but at least this way I didn't have to stress about all the motion.

The Ex had rounded to the left, so I quickly ran down the sidewalk of the small, one lane street and towards the main avenue. As the inevitable approached, I braced myself and rounded the corner, and it seemed for a moment that I had warped to a new world. There was an endless supply of cars in stop and go traffic in both directions, and on each sidewalk were countless people milling about their usual lives. Several men in official office attire. Women in formal dresses. A few younger people my age, probably on their way to grab some food at a restaurant. And many more people, all of whom probably had some usual, seemingly regular activity on their minds. Then comes some topless girl wearing some black panties and a pair of sneakers, cupping her boobs for dear life as she bursts onto the street. Of course that girl is me, and I ran full speed to the left, either looking like I was a slightly overdressed streaker, or a very under-dressed girl in a hurry.

In either case, the reaction was immediate. Shock and awe was expected, and many people whistled and laughed, trying to cheer me on as if I was some sort of comical Olympic athlete. I tried my best to ignore all the blatant attention on my body, but my face couldn't help flushing red as more and more people took notice. A couple of guys had the courage to say something about my ass while I ran past. I hope it was positive, but I didn't pay attention enough to know what exactly was said. In that moment, to keep from stopping or getting too embarrassed, I just tuned out those around me. But that started to not work, as I kept getting further and further from my apartment. I started to slow down to a light jog as my energy depleted, giving people more time to take in the sight before them. That was a stressful couple of minutes, because I thought about him possibly having slipped down another street or alley, and making my half naked chase all for nothing. The thought of having to walk back with my tits out in shame was too much to bear. Even worse when considering I'd have to confront the poor woman who's life savings were gone.

Turns out, the boyfriend gone awry had thought he could lose me in the crowd. After a few minutes of jogging nervously and red-faced down the street, I finally caught him, trying to blend in with a group at a crosswalk. My instincts seemed to take over in this moment, because I remember running across five lanes of traffic to his side of the road, and having several horns honked in my direction. He never saw me coming, so with my running start I was able to tackle him onto the ground and knock the purse away. He seemed so shocked that he wasn't able to move at first, allowing me to pick the purse back up and take off running. While I definitely wanted to see him get some proper justice, I knew there were several people around and I didn't want to hand over a purse snatcher dressed as I was. Public indecency was NOT on my highest list of priorities, so I looked over towards a very bewildered looking bald man with large muscular features.

"He stole this purse. Keep him there and call the police." I ordered, before taking off back in the other direction, purse in tow. That seemed to snap the man out of his dazed trance, because I was able to catch a glimpse of him firmly holding the boyfriend down on the ground when he tried to get up.

The run back was almost as awkward as the first, but at least I had my trophy. I held the purse to my breasts as I ran, as a way to support them, and cover them from the front while I ran. Several people were clapping as I ran past, and some congratulated my effort.

"Nice save back there!" One old man congratulated.

"Catching bad guys in style! I like it!" A blonde girl quipped.

"Way to go lady!" One boy shouted.

After making my way back through the crowd, I was able to return the purse to a crying woman on the sidewalk near my apartment.

"Oh thank god! You got it back!" She exclaimed giddily, quickly seizing the purse from my grasp. I was very suddenly without cover again, so I quickly shot both my hand up to my boobs.

"Oh... It wasn't a problem. He's down the street a few blocks that way." I explained, blushing.

The woman looked up from embracing her purse, and widened her eyes. "Oh my... Did he take your clothes?"

"No, I looked outside my window and noticed what was happening. Given the situation, I figured it would be inconsiderate to you to worry too much about putting a shirt on. Never intended to go streaking after the guy, but here we are."

After laughing for a moment, the woman turned back to me. "Well, whoever you are, thank you. You saved my life's savings, at the cost of your dignity."

I shook my head. "Just doing what's right. And my name is-"

"I'd rather not hear. Odds are the police are going to want to know who the half naked girl is. It's better if I don't know, so I don't have to lie." She interrupted, winking. "I had better catch up to my ex. He's in for an earful." With that, the woman turned on a heel and began to quickly walk back in the direction I had just come from. No names exchanged, just a thanks from the bottom of her heart. In all actuality, that's about all I could ask for.

After a short bit of standing around, I quickly determined that remaining in the open dressed as I was would be a recipe for getting caught again, so I hastily made my way back inside. Luckily, the complex seemed lifeless the entire time I was sneaking back, which was helpful since my earlier temporary rise of confidence was no overwritten by embarrassment. True, I had saved some lady and her purse. It felt good in all respects. But I never meant to run down the street in my house clothes! I guess if I'm going to need to be ready to assist anyone at the drop of a hat, I should start wearing a shirt and pants more often.

The remainder of my day went by without a hitch. I cooked myself a meal, had a drink, and sat down to watch the news while I had a celebratory Ice Cream. But I never expected to see what unfolded before my eyes on one of the biggest local news station broadcasts.

A young, blonde reporter wearing a navy blue dress jacket over a white shirt shifted her hair, before speaking to the screen once more. "Breaking tonight. A man tries to make off with his former lover's life savings. But what foiled his plans? Jacob Young live on the scene where witnesses say another woman chased the man down while... topless." The reporter said, raising an eyebrow at the last word.

The screen panned to show a stout, black-haired man with a large, bushy mustache that seemed to envelope his whole face. He was holding a microphone in front of a man I had seen earlier as I passed onto the street.

"Yeah, she just runs past with her goods bouncing everywhere, and her face looked so serious you'd thought someone was dying. I thought it was a streaker from the college downtown at first, but then she went and tackled some guy! And as soon as she had the purse in her hands, she took off back in my direction again."

The screen changed over to a crude looking video on screen. It appeared to be taken from across the street on a phone that was likely outdated by around ten years, as indicated by the footage quality. I could see myself, with a black bar posted directly over my breasts. I would be lying if I said I didn't gasp, and lean forward in my seat. It was of little relief to see that my face was so blurry from the awful quality that there was no hope I would be recognized. But to be caught on live TV dressed like that was so embarrassing! I wanted to crawl in a hole and die.

The mustached man explained the footage in a voice over. "As shown on this footage sent in from an anonymous contact, this woman seems to care a great deal less about her state of dress than she does about stopping crime. Some have taken to calling her the "Bare Boobed Wonder", on account of the fact that her appearance as well as state of dress cannot be explained. We asked witnesses what they had to say about the woman's acts today, and whether her disregard for clothes was appropriate or not."

The screen then changed again to one woman I had bumped shoulders with on my way past an alleyway. "Do you think the woman should have stopped to get dressed before trying to help? Do you think police should track down the woman?" The mustached man asked.

The woman on screen scoffed, before adjusting her jacket. "Track her down? She did them a favor! If anything they need to track her down and thank her personally. Plus, that was about the most entertaining thing I've seen all week."

Another man, this one the same muscular figure I had asked to watch the ex boyfriend, was now on screen. "She did that lady a real solid. I just stood her and tried to look threatening to keep him from running for it. She's the real hero. If I had to choose between helping a stranger and putting pants on, I don't know if I could be as brave as her."

Then, the screen showed a red haired woman about my own age, smiling ear to ear. "Well, I wouldn't encourage everybody to start getting naked in public. That'd be gross. But if you gotta help someone, let it all hang out! Who cares? Nobody's gonna be calling the cops on you if you're naked and trying to give someone CPR. But it would've been nice if she had stuck around and signed autographs..."

The news rebroadcast my half-naked streak 5 more times that night, with each time forcing me to relieve the embarrassment. From here on, I would have to make sure I kept my shirt on during my days off.