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25/03/2010
“You know, you really do look out of place in here with your clothes on,” Mandy insisted. “There’s nobody else around but we three girls. You could strip too if you want to.”
“No,” I muttered. “I’m fine.” I was beginning to feel agitated by the way the conversation was going. The heat didn’t help.
“Oh, well- have it your own way.” Mandy sounded resigned and, temporarily, I felt relieved. But I hadn’t counted on the unexpected contribution of Carol, my so-called best friend and work colleague.
“Look, Tracy,” she stated. “You’re a nurse and I’m a nurse. We both know only too well the consequences of the human body overheating. You’re obviously far too hot and we don’t want you passing out on us.” She looked at Mandy, a wicked smile on her face before continuing “We’re going to have to do something, Mandy, for her own good.”
“What’s that?” enquired Mandy.
Carol voice transcended into a joyful yelp. “STRIP HER!”
No! I got up quickly and ran towards the door, but they padded after me, caught me up and grabbed me before I could get out of the room. I tried to resist, but they had an enormous advantage in that their bare feet gave them superior grip on the thick carpet. Carol tried to pull my T-shirt over my head but I clung on like grim death to the neck of the garment. Unfortunately for me, Mandy took advantage of my top-half distraction and took off my shoes and socks before pulling my jeans off my frantically-moving legs.
Mandy then joined Carol in attempting to remove my T-shirt. Although all three of us we were about the same height and weight it was inevitably a losing battle for me, as I was outnumbered two-to-one. I struggled vainly to keep my T-shirt on but, eventually, Mandy started to tickle my torso. I laughed involuntarily, and instinctively let go of my T-shirt so my hands could deal with Mandy’s tormenting tickling, whereupon Carol instantaneously took the opportunity to ease my T-shirt over my head.
The powerful Carol then held my arms behind my back while Mandy, grinning like a Cheshire Cat, gathered up my jeans, T-shirt, shoes and socks and took them out of the room while I watched helplessly. She returned just as I managed to wriggle free from Carol’s grasp.
I pulled away and stood before the two naked girls, by now reduced to my bra and panties. I was embarrassed but furious, and I adopted a traditional wrestling crouch- legs slightly bent, arms bent at right angles in front of me at the elbows, hands ready to grab at any assailant- in anticipation of a further attack. After all, I was now barefoot too, and with a decent grip on the carpet I’d be able to give Carol and Mandy a bit more of a battle. To my surprise they stood back and stared at me.
“Oooh!” gasped Mandy, approvingly. “Sexy underwear!”
“Wow, yes!” agreed Carol, unexpectedly. “In all the time I’ve known you, I never knew you wore undies like that.” There was genuine admiration in her voice. “Quality!”
It was true. I had always been selective about my underwear, especially since becoming a motorcyclist. After all, what if I had an accident while riding around the town? They might have taken me to the same hospital in which I worked before undressing me to treat my injuries. I didn’t want to be discovered to be wearing awful underwear by people in my own workplace. Mortifying.
Besides, I liked the feel of sexy undies against my skin. On this particular day I was wearing matching dark blue bra and briefs (unlike Carol). The lacy bra was pretty low cut, and the briefs- well, they were VERY brief, and held on by two rather decorous bows.
“Sexy stomach, too,” remarked Mandy, glancing at my midriff.
I was secretly flattered by their compliments but was determined not to show it. “Give me back my clothes!” I demanded, angrily. “This isn’t funny.”
“Yes, it is,” smiled Carol. “You were laughing when we took your T-shirt off.”
“That was because Mandy was tickling me,” I snarled, annoyed as much by the digression than anything else. Ironically, another source of my irritation was that, after the heat of battle, I was beginning to feel far more cool and comfortable in my current state of undress, which meant that Carol and Mandy had been proved right. “Come on- give me my clothes back.”
“You’re in no position to be issuing orders, Tracy,” stated Carol, matter-of -factly. “You may feel a little superior to us because you’ve got wearing your undies and we’re nude, but that’s a totally unfair situation and we’re about to even things up! Right, Mandy?”
“Too right!” replied the dark-haired girl. With surprising swiftness she lunged forward and reached around my back. Too late, I realised what she intended to do, and I too reached around my back with my right arm in a desperate race to prevent her undoing my single bra clip; but my hand was a fraction of a second behind hers, and she had unfastened it with expertise before I could stop her. I felt my bra go loose and hugged it to my breasts with both arms while Carol and Mandy tried to pull it away from me. After a little more strategic tickling from Mandy- and more forced laughter from me- they eventually succeeded, leaving me topless.
By now, all three of us were still upright in the centre of the room, pushing and pressing together in a tight three-girl bunch as I crossed my arms across my chest in an attempt to conceal my breasts. I was struggling to stop them pulling my arms down, struggling against their tickling, struggling against the feeling that I was actually enjoying the sensation of our smooth and very feminine bodies wriggling and squirming against each other. With all these distractions, it was no surprise that Carol and Mandy took the opportunity to simultaneously reach down with one free hand each and gently tug at the bows at the sides of my panties…
My lacy briefs fluttered softly to the floor, leaving me completely and utterly naked.
“No,” I muttered. “I’m fine.” I was beginning to feel agitated by the way the conversation was going. The heat didn’t help.
“Oh, well- have it your own way.” Mandy sounded resigned and, temporarily, I felt relieved. But I hadn’t counted on the unexpected contribution of Carol, my so-called best friend and work colleague.
“Look, Tracy,” she stated. “You’re a nurse and I’m a nurse. We both know only too well the consequences of the human body overheating. You’re obviously far too hot and we don’t want you passing out on us.” She looked at Mandy, a wicked smile on her face before continuing “We’re going to have to do something, Mandy, for her own good.”
“What’s that?” enquired Mandy.
Carol voice transcended into a joyful yelp. “STRIP HER!”
No! I got up quickly and ran towards the door, but they padded after me, caught me up and grabbed me before I could get out of the room. I tried to resist, but they had an enormous advantage in that their bare feet gave them superior grip on the thick carpet. Carol tried to pull my T-shirt over my head but I clung on like grim death to the neck of the garment. Unfortunately for me, Mandy took advantage of my top-half distraction and took off my shoes and socks before pulling my jeans off my frantically-moving legs.
Mandy then joined Carol in attempting to remove my T-shirt. Although all three of us we were about the same height and weight it was inevitably a losing battle for me, as I was outnumbered two-to-one. I struggled vainly to keep my T-shirt on but, eventually, Mandy started to tickle my torso. I laughed involuntarily, and instinctively let go of my T-shirt so my hands could deal with Mandy’s tormenting tickling, whereupon Carol instantaneously took the opportunity to ease my T-shirt over my head.
The powerful Carol then held my arms behind my back while Mandy, grinning like a Cheshire Cat, gathered up my jeans, T-shirt, shoes and socks and took them out of the room while I watched helplessly. She returned just as I managed to wriggle free from Carol’s grasp.
I pulled away and stood before the two naked girls, by now reduced to my bra and panties. I was embarrassed but furious, and I adopted a traditional wrestling crouch- legs slightly bent, arms bent at right angles in front of me at the elbows, hands ready to grab at any assailant- in anticipation of a further attack. After all, I was now barefoot too, and with a decent grip on the carpet I’d be able to give Carol and Mandy a bit more of a battle. To my surprise they stood back and stared at me.
“Oooh!” gasped Mandy, approvingly. “Sexy underwear!”
“Wow, yes!” agreed Carol, unexpectedly. “In all the time I’ve known you, I never knew you wore undies like that.” There was genuine admiration in her voice. “Quality!”
It was true. I had always been selective about my underwear, especially since becoming a motorcyclist. After all, what if I had an accident while riding around the town? They might have taken me to the same hospital in which I worked before undressing me to treat my injuries. I didn’t want to be discovered to be wearing awful underwear by people in my own workplace. Mortifying.
Besides, I liked the feel of sexy undies against my skin. On this particular day I was wearing matching dark blue bra and briefs (unlike Carol). The lacy bra was pretty low cut, and the briefs- well, they were VERY brief, and held on by two rather decorous bows.
“Sexy stomach, too,” remarked Mandy, glancing at my midriff.
I was secretly flattered by their compliments but was determined not to show it. “Give me back my clothes!” I demanded, angrily. “This isn’t funny.”
“Yes, it is,” smiled Carol. “You were laughing when we took your T-shirt off.”
“That was because Mandy was tickling me,” I snarled, annoyed as much by the digression than anything else. Ironically, another source of my irritation was that, after the heat of battle, I was beginning to feel far more cool and comfortable in my current state of undress, which meant that Carol and Mandy had been proved right. “Come on- give me my clothes back.”
“You’re in no position to be issuing orders, Tracy,” stated Carol, matter-of -factly. “You may feel a little superior to us because you’ve got wearing your undies and we’re nude, but that’s a totally unfair situation and we’re about to even things up! Right, Mandy?”
“Too right!” replied the dark-haired girl. With surprising swiftness she lunged forward and reached around my back. Too late, I realised what she intended to do, and I too reached around my back with my right arm in a desperate race to prevent her undoing my single bra clip; but my hand was a fraction of a second behind hers, and she had unfastened it with expertise before I could stop her. I felt my bra go loose and hugged it to my breasts with both arms while Carol and Mandy tried to pull it away from me. After a little more strategic tickling from Mandy- and more forced laughter from me- they eventually succeeded, leaving me topless.
By now, all three of us were still upright in the centre of the room, pushing and pressing together in a tight three-girl bunch as I crossed my arms across my chest in an attempt to conceal my breasts. I was struggling to stop them pulling my arms down, struggling against their tickling, struggling against the feeling that I was actually enjoying the sensation of our smooth and very feminine bodies wriggling and squirming against each other. With all these distractions, it was no surprise that Carol and Mandy took the opportunity to simultaneously reach down with one free hand each and gently tug at the bows at the sides of my panties…
My lacy briefs fluttered softly to the floor, leaving me completely and utterly naked.
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Tracy H