The girls wake up

Heather Watson stirred, looking around groggily. It took a few moments for her to remember why she was lying stark naked outside. She must have fallen asleep at some point, and no wonder; an early morning to prepare for a long tennis match, followed by a terrifying streak and vain attempts to shiver warmth back into her body.

Now that she was more awake, Heather became more aware of the problems her body was facing. She still felt like a human ice cube, her birthday suit completely inappropriate for her surroundings. While her empty stomach resumed rumbling, her dehydrated brain began to hammer against her skull, and her bladder informed her that it would need to be emptied as a matter of urgency.

There was also a heavy weight pressing down on her legs and stomach, which was preventing her from sitting up; it was none other than the sleeping figure of, Katie Boulter.

Heather smiled as she observed her **** friend. Katie's boyfriend was a lucky guy, she thought. Her breasts gently rose and fell, and her bare feet occasionally twitched in response to whatever dream she was enjoying. Her usually beautiful blonde hair was a dirty mess. A combination of not being able to dry it properly after her shower, and crawling through garbage, had left it in need of some serious TLC.

If they had been in a warm, safe, comfortable bed, Heather would probably have allowed Katie to sleep on. But that was a luxury they didn't have.

Without a watch or a phone, Heather didn't know what time it was, but she sensed that it was very late...or very early in the morning.

Paris was asleep. If they didn't make their move now, they'd be faced with another day of nudity. Katie's head was applying unwanted pressure to her full bladder; Heather pursed her lips, and curled her toes. Ideally, she'd sneak off and relive herself while Katie slept, but she couldn't wriggle free.

"Katie, wake up," Heather whispered, shaking her friend's bare shoulder.

Katie opened her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows, momentarily confused by her surroundings. A scream pierced the still night as Katie realised that she was naked, and the blonde girl quickly covered with her arms.

"Katie, we need to go!"

"I'm not going anywhere like this!"

"Well it's either leave now, or spend another day hiding here naked."

Katie squeaked, but reluctantly stumbled to her bare feet. Heather could see that her friend was suffering similar problems, and didn't fancy another day spent starkers; running around a busy city in the middle of the day was a non-starter.

The two girls made their way to the end of the alley, clutching each other, and listening out for signs of anyone close by.

The two Brits scurried from one hiding place to the next, shivering violently, all of their senses on high alert.

"Look!" Katie pointed her eyes lighting up; she had spotted a row of bicycles. "Katie, wait-" Heather said, but the blonde girl had was sprinting across the road, her bare feet slamming into the hard asphalt. She quickly managed to locate two bikes that weren't locked up.

"Come on!" Katie beckoned her friend. "Otherwise we'll never make it!"

Heather weighed up her options. 10 miles was a long way to walk fully clothed, let alone when you're naked and trying not to be seen; realistically, reaching their destination on foot wasn't possible before sunrise.

While she felt bad about stealing someone's bike, Heather was sure the owner would understand if they knew of her situation. It would also offer a quick getaway should they be seen.

Scampering over to join her friend, Heather mounted the bike, and the naked Brits continued their journey back to the Olympic Village, and their clothes.