streaking!

Lauren ran out the door. The warm air seemed to embrace her skin. The wind kicked up goosebumps on her flesh and her nipples hardened and extended excitedly. This was the most realistic dream Lauren had ever had! So much the better, she thought. For, unlike every other naked dream she'd had in the past, she wasn't afraid or embarrassed. She had embraced the dream. She was naked, but she was choosing to embrace it! She stood naked in the parking lot, hands on her hips. Her legs were wide, pussy unashamed and spread, lips visible to the world. It wasn't real, she thought. She might as well enjoy it!

So, she started running. She went, bare feet on pavement. She felt her breasts sway, her butt and belly rupture and swing as her skinny limbs pumped. She was running naked! She smiled, feeling her crotch dampen. Lauren, who's body was a private secret, the object of lust or jealousy, a high class girl in every regard was running naked!

Unfortunately, Lauren had made a drastic error. This was no dream. This was real! She ran naked, unaware of this fact, and began her streaking!