The Mall Streaker

"L-Lottie, why did you drive me here? You came here yesterday, you shouldn't have anymore shopping you need to do..."

Sharon was an 18 year-old typical nerd girl. Appearance wise, she wasn't anything like some kind of model, but she was sure not bad-looking either. She had quite the slender hourglass figure, with small patches of slightly tanned skin on her arms lower legs contrasting the skin that was mostly quite pale. Her curves mostly accentuated at her C breasts, and while her bottom wasn't exactly large, it more than made up for it in bounciness and firmness. The hair on her head was curly and dyed purple, turning slightly more crimson towards the tips and accompanied by two twirling pigtails.

Sadly, such a body was often covered up. She was far from being outgoing and willing to wear anything revealing, hence why she usually wore clothes as often as she could and could only handle wearing any less in the privacy of her own home... With one exception.

She had a secret kink, a kink for exhibitionism. Despite her incredible, near overwhelming shyness, the idea of being stuck or even willingly naked in a place where she risks getting caught and seen was the best feeling she knew. It was a kink she couldn't often fulfil as she often wussed out thanks to simply getting all flustered, and while she had only ever done anything relating to it a couple of times, she hadn't gotten caught. If she had, she wouldn't know what to do.

The only one who knew of her little secret was her roommate and best friend, Lottie. And today, she was going to use that secret against her. She'd kindly goaded Sharon into the car without even giving the slightest hint as to where they were going, and soon they were in the mall parking lot.

"Okay, so, you're going to think I'm insane for this, and I probably am... But today, I'm gonna help you out with your little... Fetish!"

"...I have no clue what you're talking about."

"The exhibitionism, silly. Now get rid of that outfit."

Sharon felt her face turn pale. Everything that Lottie just said sounded wrong, so so wrong. She wanted to deny she was ever interested in such a thing, but she revealed that secret long ago and Lottie hadn't forgotten since. Her voice was reduced to silence and little stammers, only for the poor shy girl to squeak in surprise as her friend tugs on her top to get the point across.

Sharon knows she has . Lottie is always serious about stuff like this, and it isn't the first time she's embarrassed her purple-haired friend just for fun. She sinks her head down under the window so nobody can see her and begins to remove her outfit, piece by piece. Soon, a neat pile of folded clothes lay beside her, consisting of a jacket, a top, a skirt and a matching set of striped bra and panties, all topped off with her socks and shoes. Sharon sat there with her bare bottom on the leather seat, burning red in the face, clutching her breasts tightly with her left arm and her intimates with her right hand. Still too embarrassed to say a word.

"Excellent!" Lottie clapped her hands, surprised her friend had given into her demand so quickly, continuing to explain the situation as she snagged every article of her discarded clothing. "Alright, so! Stay here for a little while, I'm gonna go into that mall and... Scatter your clothes about a little! Y'know, put 'em out of the way, where nobody will find them but they won't be easy for you to find either!"

Her friend was still burning so red her face practically emanated heat. She was relaying every possibility in her head... There was no way Lottie would make her go naked in there, right?

"...And your task is to walk in there stark naked, find your clothes and meet me back at our place! Sound fun?"

Sharon shook her head.

"Great! Alright, gimme a moment!"

And off she went, grabbing the pile of clothes, popping open the door and soon strutting into the mall with Sharon left all alone with only her hands providing cover. She didn't even have her phone anymore to text her with further pleading for her to not do this... It sounded more like a living nightmare than a fun exploration of her kink.

She returned ten minutes later, empty handed and greeting the more embarrassed member of their little duo with a beaming grin. "Alright girl, are ya ready to go?"