Street vendor

The two girls stepped out of the apartment building and out onto the street. The sun hung overhead in a cloudless sky, while a gentle breeze took the worst of the heat out of the air. Valerie's nudity suddenly seemed more real to her. The apartment, the hallway, the other tenants... that was all some elaborate prank Amy had set up, surely. But this? This was outdoors, proper, public nudity. Valerie tried to cover her crotch but her hands just wouldn't play along. Instead they rubbed against the bare skin of her hips and thighs, serving only to remind Valerie of what she wasn't wearing.

"Ah, damn." Amy swore. "Everyone else had the same idea."

Valerie, a little stunned, looked at Amy, who in turn was pointing towards the diner down the street. The other tenants were making their way towards it, the older ones trailing behind while those fit enough had run ahead and were already at the door.

"It's not worth trying." Amy continued. "We'll never get a table at this rate."

"I'm not sure they'd serve me like this." Valerie mumbled.

"Like what?"

"Just... nevermind. What now then?"

"Hmm... I know a street food van that's a block or two away from here. I think they do waffles. Come on."

Amy walked away, leaving Valerie no alternative but to follow as quickly as she could. She was aware of the ground beneath her bare feet and could feel the texture of the pavement but oddly felt no pain from it; she had expected the hard, sharp paving stones to hurt. She was also aware of how much her breasts moved as she walked now that it was unconstrained by material of any kind; up, down, left and right with each step she took. The two of them passed several people on the way past and, as with the tenants, a few people looked at her but took no great interest. Although she wanted to stare at the ground and ignore their looks she **** herself to stare the on-comers straight in the face to see if there was any kind of reaction there.

She found none.

They reached the food van after a few minutes. It was on a street that contained an apartment building and a car park on one side, and a row of shops on the other. As promised, Amy ordered for the two of them. It was just as well, Valerie thought; she'd left her purse back at the apartment. The two gratefully took their waffles topped with whipped cream from the server and Amy led them over to a set of stone bollards which surrounded the car park. They were wide and flat at the top so looked to make comfortable seats, and they were both down at knee height. Amy sat down with her knees spread, although her jeans meant that nothing was showing.

"Not very ladylike." Valerie pointed out, sitting on the next bollard along with a much more crossed-leg position.

"Yeah, well, if I spill any cream I don't want it to fall on my jeans."

As if on cue a big dollop fell onto Valerie's bare thigh. She swore and instinctively spread her knees apart.

"See?" Amy teased. "Told you."

Although the position left her exposed, Valerie decided she'd encountered enough weirdness today to ignore it and wolfed down her breakfast with her legs spread-eagled. She gave a jump of surprise as Amy reached across, scooped up the offending cream with her finger and licked it clean. By Valerie's reckoning, that was two nipple touches and a thigh caress so far this morning. The odd thing was that it didn't really bother her...

"So," Amy said, wiping her hands clean, "Before we decide what to do next... the jacket. Do you want to take it off? I can carry it in my handbag if you want but it's honestly just going to make you uncomfortable. I know how you feel about clothing."