| Post Your True Sex Story |
|
MENU
NEWEST EROTIC STORIES
EROTIC STORIES ARCHIVE
April 2024 (6)
March 2024 (25)
February 2024 (37)
January 2024 (26)
December 2023 (43)
November 2023 (37)
October 2023 (28)
September 2023 (21)
August 2023 (29)
July 2023 (23)
June 2023 (16)
May 2023 (17)
April 2023 (31)
March 2023 (24)
February 2023 (24)
January 2023 (26)
December 2022 (26)
November 2022 (30)
October 2022 (24)
September 2022 (36)
August 2022 (36)
July 2022 (25)
June 2022 (27)
May 2022 (38)
April 2022 (28)
March 2022 (20)
February 2022 (31)
January 2022 (23)
December 2021 (25)
November 2021 (29)
October 2021 (24)
September 2021 (20)
August 2021 (25)
July 2021 (23)
June 2021 (34)
May 2021 (23)
April 2021 (43)
March 2021 (34)
February 2021 (36)
January 2021 (40)
December 2020 (33)
November 2020 (21)
October 2020 (28)
September 2020 (35)
August 2020 (35)
July 2020 (19)
June 2020 (25)
May 2020 (29)
April 2020 (30)
March 2020 (30)
February 2020 (31)
January 2020 (55)
December 2019 (41)
November 2019 (38)
October 2019 (36)
September 2019 (33)
August 2019 (42)
July 2019 (31)
June 2019 (25)
May 2019 (32)
April 2019 (34)
March 2019 (30)
February 2019 (37)
January 2019 (26)
December 2018 (21)
November 2018 (32)
October 2018 (27)
September 2018 (52)
August 2018 (38)
July 2018 (26)
June 2018 (27)
May 2018 (30)
April 2018 (24)
March 2018 (29)
February 2018 (19)
January 2018 (26)
December 2017 (15)
November 2017 (24)
October 2017 (22)
September 2017 (26)
August 2017 (28)
July 2017 (28)
June 2017 (29)
May 2017 (30)
April 2017 (22)
March 2017 (29)
February 2017 (26)
January 2017 (26)
December 2016 (53)
November 2016 (42)
October 2016 (27)
September 2016 (25)
August 2016 (38)
July 2016 (31)
June 2016 (27)
May 2016 (41)
April 2016 (40)
March 2016 (34)
February 2016 (34)
January 2016 (33)
December 2015 (29)
November 2015 (33)
October 2015 (29)
September 2015 (23)
August 2015 (18)
July 2015 (23)
June 2015 (11)
May 2015 (19)
April 2015 (11)
March 2015 (22)
February 2015 (21)
January 2015 (19)
December 2014 (18)
November 2014 (15)
October 2014 (27)
September 2014 (19)
August 2014 (16)
July 2014 (15)
June 2014 (17)
May 2014 (14)
April 2014 (20)
March 2014 (18)
February 2014 (16)
January 2014 (22)
December 2013 (25)
November 2013 (24)
October 2013 (20)
September 2013 (25)
August 2013 (23)
July 2013 (28)
June 2013 (27)
May 2013 (27)
April 2013 (24)
March 2013 (27)
February 2013 (18)
January 2013 (25)
December 2012 (18)
November 2012 (56)
October 2012 (21)
September 2012 (30)
August 2012 (25)
July 2012 (30)
June 2012 (41)
May 2012 (37)
April 2012 (24)
March 2012 (38)
February 2012 (40)
January 2012 (37)
December 2011 (27)
November 2011 (23)
October 2011 (35)
September 2011 (37)
August 2011 (40)
July 2011 (30)
June 2011 (32)
May 2011 (26)
April 2011 (16)
March 2011 (24)
February 2011 (16)
January 2011 (22)
December 2010 (23)
November 2010 (19)
October 2010 (29)
September 2010 (27)
August 2010 (23)
July 2010 (27)
June 2010 (18)
May 2010 (27)
April 2010 (18)
March 2010 (30)
February 2010 (26)
January 2010 (28)
December 2009 (23)
November 2009 (20)
October 2009 (31)
September 2009 (31)
August 2009 (31)
July 2009 (53)
June 2009 (65)
May 2009 (43)
April 2009 (27)
March 2009 (36)
February 2009 (15)
January 2009 (15)
December 2008 (22)
November 2008 (15)
October 2008 (40)
September 2008 (32)
August 2008 (22)
July 2008 (52)
June 2008 (27)
May 2008 (64)
April 2008 (24)
March 2008 (36)
February 2008 (34)
January 2008 (21)
December 2007 (13)
November 2007 (33)
October 2007 (20)
September 2007 (24)
August 2007 (17)
July 2007 (33)
June 2007 (49)
May 2007 (20)
April 2007 (11)
March 2007 (63)
February 2007 (17)
January 2007 (24)
December 2006 (19)
November 2006 (15)
LINKS
HOT LINKS     |
13/03/2013
Has anyone out there had the experience of being the only girl nude in a party or social occasion where the others remained fully clothed?
I once attended a small get together in the home of one of my girlfriends where I was set up and ended being stripped naked and forced to party nude.
There were about fifteen people in attendance, around nine girls and six guys, all of whom were my close friends. After about an hour of intense partying, we all started gravitating around the billiard table in the den.
Being a better than average player, at least in my own mind, I started to challenge the other girls to a game, little knowing that was just what they wanted me to do.
As the other girls appeared genuinely reluctant to accept my challenge, I started to get cocky and even offered to strip nude and party on naked if I lose the game. Which was all they were apparently waiting for.
After having uttered those fateful words, there were two girls who accepted my challenge. However, instead of the usual games of 9-ball or rotation, they wanted to play "cut-throat" which is a game involving three players who are each assigned a set of five consecutively numbered balls (i.e 1-5,6-10 or 11-15), and the object of the game being to pocket your two opponents' balls, in any order, before all your balls are in turn pocketed by them. The loser is the first one whose balls are all pocketed.
Not having much respect for their game, I readily agreed to play "cut-throat" with them, not realizing then that they had planned all along to double team me from the start, shooting no other balls into the pocket but mine.
Needless to say I lost. But rather than humbly accept my defeat, I immediately challenged them to a rematch. Although at first they refused , seeing that I still had a forfeit to perform, they finally agreed to a return bout after I offered to perform my forfeit twice more if I lost and provided I down a whole glass of Tequila before we played.
Between the prospect of having to strip off should I lose plaguing my concentration being handicapped by having to play two against one, I lost again to everyone elses cheers and delight.
With that, I was made to stand in front of everyone and remove every stitch I had on, shoes included. Once nude, I was told that I was to remain that way till the party ended and I just had to grin and bear it. I was also reminded that I still had two stripings to perform, at my opponents' time and choosing.
Let me tell you, being the only one nude while everyone else around are fully dressed made me feel not only terribly out of place and embarrassed but surprisingly aroused in a most unexplainable way.
The second time I ended up being the only girl nude took place around three months after the party at a beach house . Although there were less people present to have witnessed my display, it was in my opinion, much more embarrassing than the first, compliments to those two bitches who seemed to take exquisite delight in humiliating me in public. Of course my other friends were no help at all as they willingly assisted in my ignominy.
Before I begin, perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Helen, Hel for short, and I am a somewhat petite 23 yr. old Asian girl with a nice trim body. People say I'm pretty enough to be in movies since I kinda resemble that Chinese actress Zang Ziyi who came out in those films "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" as well as "Rush Hour 2".
On the other hand, my two nemesis were Hillary and Veronica, whom I shall call HIV for short, since that's just what they are, the plague; were just about the same age as me but taller, at around 5'7. I heard they had been inseparable since childhood and do kinda look alike except that the H was a blonde while the V was a red-head. They were to say the least undeniably gorgeous and I never would have suspected they had a mean streak in them till now.
Any way, after I was made to strip nude and party on naked for about three or four more hours, I started avoiding my friends, so as not to be reminded of that memorable evening, but also out of fear that I may just run into those two again and be made to pay up the two forfeits I owed them. In fact right before I was allowed to dress up after the party they kept reminding me that I still owed them two strippings which they would definitely collect on when I least expected it. They even cackled that after they get through with me, I'll be the most displayed girl in town, whether reluctant or otherwise. I shuddered at the thought, or was it in anticipation.
So after around three months had passed, I received a call from Joan, the girl whose house we partied in, asking how I was and why I haven't been visible lately. Jeezuz, I thought, is this girl dense or did she forget already what I went through. In any event, I quickly squelched that thought from my mind and continued to exchange pleasantries with her as I genuinely missed her and the others. Except the two of course.
She then reminded me that since summer was coming perhaps I'd like to go out to the beach or something and told me about a private beach house we could use, which was located in an island, with a terrific view and fine powdery white sand. She tried convincing me further that aside from the beautiful beach and crystal blue waters, the place had all the amenities of home, as well as the facilities for other leisure activities, which would surely make this an ideal vacation place.
Although I was sorely tempted to immediately say yes, I hesitated when the thought of the HIV virus being there too, suddenly popped into my head. Sensing my hesitation, Joan went on to tell me that there would be two other girls going with us, May-Anne and Cindy, as the others in the group couldn't make it, including the twins from hell, those devil spawns HIV.
Learning then that they would not be around, I automatically said yes to the invitation. With that, Joan then told me how happy she was that I agreed to finally join in again and told me she and the others would pick me up on Friday afternoon, which would give us three days to enjoy the place, in view of the long weekend ahead.
After she placed down the phone, I started thinking how much fun I would be having and started planning what to wear. Little did I know then that all my planning would turn to naught, as this would turn out to be another set-up and I would end up being the only one nude again.
Immediately after I accepted Joan's invitation, I started having second thoughts of going. Always at the back of my mind was the spectre of Hillary and Veronica showing up and ordering me to strip in front of everyone, leaving me the only one without a stitch of clothing on. As a result, I called Joan up the following day to tell her I wouldn't be able to join them after all.
However, when I told her I changed my mind and couldn't go, Joan desperately tried to convince me otherwise, pointing out the fact that I was sorely missed as a result of my recent absence, and that I would surely love the place we would be going to. She even assured me that both HIV would not be around since they were out sailing somewhere and that there would only be the four of us girls on this trip, she, Mary-Anne, Cindy and myself.
Finally after a little more convincing I agreed to go and was told to get ready by noon of Friday, as she would be picking me up at around 12:30.
While I was packing my stuff for the trip on Friday morning, I heard my doorbell ring. When I opened it, I was surprised to see it was Joan, since it was a bit too early yet for our appointment.
"Hi Joan, what are you doing here so early, weren't you supposed to pass by for me around 12:30 yet. I'm not yet done packing" I gushed at her as she entered the door.
"I know" she said after buzzing me in the cheek, "I couldn't wait to see you and find out how you were doing."
She then asked me if I needed any help in packing and we both proceeded to my room.
As we were walking, I noticed Joan was really dressed for summer. Like me Joan is asian, but of Korean descent. She also is a bit taller than me but her body is a little slimmer than mine and less curvy. She had on a one piece swimsuit over which she wore a pair of walking shorts and a windbreaker to serve as a cover-up for the suit. Her long black hair was tied in a pony tail under a baseball cap and she had on a pair of open toed sandals to shod her feet. She also had on a pair of wrap around sunglasses which effectively shielded her beautiful almond shaped eyes from view.
As I continued packing, Joan asked me what I would be wearing on the trip to the island. When I told her I would probably go in jeans and a t-shirt, she told me to wear a swimsuit and a coveup instead, since part of the trip would require us to get on those little motorboats to ferry us to the island, and we would no doubt end up soaking wet when we get there , as a result of the splashing waves. She even said, if I wanted to, the trip to the island could be done on jet skis.
After I somewhat reluctantly nodded my head in agreement, Joan stood up and told me she would help me with my outfit. However, since I had already packed the swimsuits I had planned to wear at the bottom of my suitcase, Joan started rummaging in my closet and pulled out this really skimpy black string bikini, which was a gift from the girls but I never had the courage to wear. That bikini was so brief that the top consisted only of two tiny triangles connected by the thinnest string, while the bottom was, to my mind equally scandalous, more so considering that it had a T-back design and my ass would be clearly on display, if I wore it.
Despite my protests and insistence that I could not wear that suit in public, Joan was able to somewhat convince me to wear the bikini, as my other suits were already packed. She also subtly piqued my conscience by reminding me that the suit was a gift from them and that my refusal to wear it would only mean, I didn't like it. Needless to say, I finally agreed to wear it and started to put it on.
"So what do I get to cover up with?" I asked her after I finished tying the strings to the bottom. 'Here" she said handing me a small length of black floral print gossamer cloth "I believe this came with the suit".
After I wrapped the cloth around my waist, I couldn't help noticing how inadequately dressed I was. Although my nipples were adequately covered by the top, the rest of my breasts seamed to pour out , making it appear that I was more endowed up there than I really was. As for the bottom, the cloth I was given measured only around seven inches in width, and therefore just barely covered my hips. In fact, I could even see the tiny black triangle of my bikini bottom peeking out from under.
"You look just beautiful and scrumptious" Joan said as she handed me a thin pair of rubber slippers to complete my outfit, which, just like the suit I had on, did nothing to cover my feet from view, except for two very thin strips that went around the top of my feet and met between my big toe and the one next to it.
"So, where are May-Anne and Cindy?" I asked Joan, still not believing I would be wearing something like this.
"Oh, they'll be around shortly. We will be taking two cars. Come, lets bring down your stuff." Following which, Joan tossed me her keys and told me to go ahead and put my bags in the trunk of her car. As I was going down, I heard Joan's cell phone ring and she told me to go on ahead as she would be the one to close up my house.
The fact that I was immodestly dressed suddenly hit me when I stepped out the door. Fortunately it was only a short walk to Joan's car and it was the middle of the day, so I did not expect my neighbors to be home. When I popped open the trunk, I immediately noticed there were no bags inside. However, before I could ask Joan about about her luggage, she suddenly threw in my shoulder bag with the house keys in the trunk of her car and slammed the lid.
"Uhm I'm sorry Hel, something came up , I've got to go to the office for a while. Why don't you just ride out with May-Anne and Cindy, and I'll just meet you there"
As Joan was in a rush and appeared a bit all flustered and distracted, I couldn't get a word in edgewise. It was only after she sped off that I realized I was locked outside my house clad only in the skimpiest bikini ever made, covered up by something which didn't cover anything at all. It's a good thing, that as I started to panic, I noticed May-Anne's van coming down the street.
I quickly rushed towards the van and got in the sliding rear door as it stopped in front of the house. However, as I looked forward to greet them, my face suddenly froze and I started to get this numbing feeling in the pit of my stomach. I saw that not only were May-Anne and Cindy fully dressed in jeans and button-down shirts, but May-Anne had on a pair of leather driving gloves, a black leather jacket and knee high boots; while Cindy was wearing a denim jacket and a pair of hiking boots.
"Hi Hel !" They both exclaimed. "We see your all ready for this adventure" they added with a smile on their faces which didn't come out friendly to me. Little did I know then that I was in the verge of another HIV attack.
Being somewhat taken aback by what the the girls were wearing, I was unable to respond and just sat there with a blank expression on my face. It was only after I heard Cindy say 'Smile' that I noticed she had her cellphone camera pointed towards me, but I couldn't really tell whether my picture had already bean taken or not.
Nevertheless, I instinctively raised my arms up to cover my breasts, but I guess this turned out to be a little bit too late since Cindy had by then put her phone down and with a cheshire cat smile on her face told me "For remembrances sake".
"Please Cindy!!!" I reacted by whining, "No more pictures, can't you see I'm hardly dressed."
To which she replied "Hey, whats the problem ? Its not as if your naked or something." After which she glanced conspiratorially towards Mary-Anne and they both started giggling at what seemed to be a very private joke. It's a good thing, however, she finally promised not to take any more surprise pictures of me during the trip since I was beginning to get upset and was about to tell her off.
Seeing then that everything was finally under control, Mary-Anne put her van in gear and got under way.
As we started to chatter and gab about the things all girls usually talk about to while away the time, it didn't escape me how well dressed and fully covered Mary-Anne and Cindy were. Like me, both are of Chinese descent, with long flowing straight black hair but are a bit slightly taller. They are also very pretty and have exquisitely sexy bodies, which they always decked out in nothing but the latest and most stylish of fashion. As in now, which made me feel quite out of place in my state of undress...
I also couldn't help noticing the number of bags they had with them, which in my estimate, would surely, be able to hold more than enough clothing than even those two would possibly need for the trip.
When I brought these subjects up, it was Mary-Anne who explained that they came straight from a meeting at the ad agency they worked for, which was why they came dressed as they were. As for the matter of the excess luggage, she added that not all of them were theirs, since some belonged to Joan, who asked them to be so kind as to bring them along. Cindy then asked me where my stuff was, noting that she didn't notice me carrying any bags when I got in the van.
"Their in Joan's car" I replied . "I wasn't able to get them out of her trunk when she had to rush off"
"Well I just hope for your sake she remembers to bring them with her when she joins us, otherwise that's the only thing you'll get to wear for the whole trip" was what Cindy said to me in a serious voice, as she turned and gave me an appraising look, from head to toe.
As her words started to sink in, my eyes began to tear and take on a panicked look at the mere mention of me having to remain dressed like this for the next two days. My body also gave an involuntary shudder, as images of me parading naked in that party three months ago ominously invaded my thoughts, as if to foretell what the future had in store for me should I persist on this journey.
It's a good thing though Cindy volunteered to text Joan later to remind her to bring my stuff, otherwise I would have surely broken down and begged Mary-Anne to turn back. But having been assured by Cindy she would contact Joan, I was able to calm down and again enjoy the company of these two girls during the trip, except for those constant reminders of my lack of apparel, when they talked about all the clothes they brought and fashion in general, and kept asking for my views.
After a one and a half hour drive, we arrived at the place where we were supposed to take a boat ride for the island. However, rather than seeing those small outrigger boats which I was made to believe by Joan would be taking us; I was shocked to see a well apportioned fast-craft vessel docked instead. Moreover, as I scanned the huge crowd apparently waiting to board the ship, I could see that everyone was dressed in regular street attire, and nobody out there even remotely in swim wear, unlike me.
"Oh No !!! "I can't ride that. I'm practically nude" I shrieked. "Can't you guys lend me anything to wear?" I pleaded with my two companions with tears welling in my eyes.
"Hey take it easy." Cindy consoled as she reached back to comfort me. "You don't have to ride that if you don't want to. Didn't Joan tell you there are jet-skis available, which would be able to take you to the island a whole lot faster and offer you much more privacy, than if you take the ferry."
As the very idea of me being put on display to a whole lot of people repulsed me no end, I immediately and without nary a thought, grasped the opportunity to escape this fate, by insisting to jet-ski to the island. Which in my haste, made me forget that I had even asked my two companions for some garments to clothe me, but was evidently ignored.
In any event, when I made my decision known, Cindy offered to join me, while Mary-Anne said she will have to take the ferry boat since somebody had to watch over their bags on the trip over. As I was touched by my friends' show of concern, I wholeheartedly thanked them for their understanding and leaned forward in my seat to give both of them a hug.
Thus, after having decided on how we were to get to the island, we proceeded to the landing where the jet-skis were. After the van was parked, Mary-Anne volunteered to accompany me to make arrangements for the use of the jet-skis we would be needing, while Cindy went to look for a place where she could change.
However, when I got out and found myself exposed to the world once more, I was immediately overcome by a sense of foreboding that I was being surrounded by people openly staring and ogling at my almost nude form, that I just stood froze in place beside the van ; despite the fact, that a mere cursory view of the surroundings would show that there was no one around to gaze at my nakedness Had it not been for Mary-Anne who took my arm in hers and shepherded me along, I probably would have broken down and pitifully begged to be let inside the vehicle, just to escape this irrational feeling of shame, bordering on the paranoia.
As we approached the person in charge of the jet-skis, I began to feel it was a mistake to have agreed to let Mary-Anne accompany me. Rather than boost my confidence, her mere presence not only aggravated my sense of insecurity, but emphasized the state of my undress, with her oh so chic designer clothes, complete with leather jacket, kid gloves and knee high boots, which she further accessorized by dooning a pair of shooters shades and a fashionable hat, for this short walk. And me being clad only in a scandalously brief T-back string bikini and insignificant piece of cloth around my hips, with a pair of rubber slippers to complete my ensemble.
As my mind started to dwell on the sheer contrast of our apparels, I began to feel embarrassed once again and quite reluctant to proceed. However, being dressed as she was, Mary-Anne just tugged me along by the hand like a reluctant child on her way to school, as she strode with all the confidence in the world towards the guy in charge of the place.
As we faced the guy in charge, it was Mary-Anne who did all the talking for us, since I could not for the life of me, utter a single word. In fact, I could not even return his greeting nor look upon his face, after I caught him openly appraising me from head to toe, as we approached.
After all the arrangements were completed, Mary-Anne continued to flirt with the guy, whose name was Randy, by the way, and even got to invite him to pay us a visit in the island. Randy happily accepted the invitation and with a mischievous look on his face, told me he sure would love to see more of me. I smiled back shyly in return.
As we waited for Cindy beside the jet-skis we rented, Mary-Anne handed to me a life vest to wear while riding, which made me glad , since it would allow me a little bit more covering for my breasts. However, as I was holding it up to examine it more closely, Mary-Anne suddenly reached around my hips and unknotted the cloth wrapped around my hips, stripping away from me with a flourish. Leaving me only in my scandalously brief T-back string bikini.
"Here, I'll take this and your slippers too. You know you can't wear them while jet-skiing" She explained, as if she were speaking to a little child.
Having been taken by surprise by my sudden stripping, I was unable to initially react, and just stood there stunned. However, before I could even register my protest, Mary-Anne just took back the vest from my hands and pointed imperiously at my feet, while looking me straight in the eyes.
Being intimidated no end by the way Marry-Anne was staring at me, I quickly averted my gaze and slowly gave out a sigh of defeat, as I woodenly complied with her command.
However, while I bent over to remove my only other remaining apparel aside from the bikini, I suddenly felt the tingle of the cool sea breeze on the cheeks of my ass, which immediately brought me out of my fugue, as I was once again reminded how exposed and inadequately dressed I was in public. This caused me to automatically straighten up and almost savagely thrust my slippers to Marry-Anne ,who graciously took them with an innocent smile on her face, leaving me barefooted as we stood in the dock.
After a few more minutes of waiting, we were finally joined by Cindy, who was accompanied by Randy. She had already changed out of the clothes she wore on the way, but was to my utter surprise, attired in a red and blue full body wet suit which completely encased her from the neck down. She even had on those rubber booties on her feet as well as gloves on her hands and a pair of goggles wrapped along her forehead., along with a life vest wrapped around her chest.
"Like my outfit?" She asked as she made a slow pirouette to better model the suit before me. "We all decided to go scuba diving on this trip and so decided to bring along suits. Joan's I believe is colored red and yellow while Mary-Anne's black."
Having thought earlier that Cindy would have changed into a regular swimsuit and would be showing a lot more flesh than she did now, I was totally unprepared for the sight that greeted me and therefore failed to answer.
Cindy then asked me whether anything was wrong and correctly guessed that I was reacting to her suit. "Hey, don't feel bad, your outfit looks terrific. You look so very hot in it." She cooed in an obvious attempt to comfort me.
However as her compliments seemed not to have any affect on me, she asked me whether it would make me feel better if she provided my body with a little bit more cover than it had on now. To which, I eagerly nodded my head in anticipation.
Thus, seeing my response, Cindy dipped into her bag and pulled out a big bottle of sun tan lotion, which she ceremonially presented to me. "Here Hel, I believe this will keep you fully covered from the sun." She said in all seriousness before guffawing in a fit of laughter at her own joke, which was joined in by the others, including me, eventually.
Having been momentarily put at ease, I then proceeded to squirt some lotion into my hand to spread on my body. As I started to rub the lotion on me, I was asked by Mary-Anne if I needed any help. But before I could even answer her, Both she and Cindy helped themselves to the bottle of lotion and squirted a large amount directly on me, and proceeded to kneed the lotion on my exposed body, with Cindy doing the back and Mary-Anne my front.
As I stood with eyes closed sandwiched between these two gorgeous girls while they continued to rub oil all over my almost nude body, I couldn't help but feel a little aroused at way their gloved hands were touching me all over, especially in places where they were not supposed to be. It's a good thing though that before I got carried away, I half-opened my eyes and noticed Randy standing intensely looking at us, which allowed me to immediately come to my senses and tell the girls to stop it.
After ensuring that my body was totally slick and amply protected from the sun, Cindy kept the bottle of lotion in her bag, which she then handed to Mary-Anne for safekeeping. We then discussed and agreed to take only one jet-ski to the island, with me riding double behind Cindy.
As I put my arms around Cindy as we were about to leave, I suddenly remembered that I forgot to put on the vest which Mary-Anne earlier gave and later took back from me. I also noticed that my wrap and slippers were lying forgotten on the dock where Mary-Anne put them down when she helped in applying oil on me. However, before I could say a word or even move to signal Mary-Anne, the deafening roar of the jet-ski's engine suddenly came to life and we raced away to the island.
The last thing I saw as I turned look back, was Randy waving to us with my vest in his hand while Mary-Anne was already on her way back to her van with Cindy's bag slung on her shoulder. I just hope she remembered to pick up my stuff and put them in the bag, since I could no longer see any sign of the in the dock.
Little did I know, that at that exact moment both my wrap and slippers were floating in the sea, having been surreptitiously kicked into the water, never to be seen again.
To be continued.
I once attended a small get together in the home of one of my girlfriends where I was set up and ended being stripped naked and forced to party nude.
There were about fifteen people in attendance, around nine girls and six guys, all of whom were my close friends. After about an hour of intense partying, we all started gravitating around the billiard table in the den.
Being a better than average player, at least in my own mind, I started to challenge the other girls to a game, little knowing that was just what they wanted me to do.
As the other girls appeared genuinely reluctant to accept my challenge, I started to get cocky and even offered to strip nude and party on naked if I lose the game. Which was all they were apparently waiting for.
After having uttered those fateful words, there were two girls who accepted my challenge. However, instead of the usual games of 9-ball or rotation, they wanted to play "cut-throat" which is a game involving three players who are each assigned a set of five consecutively numbered balls (i.e 1-5,6-10 or 11-15), and the object of the game being to pocket your two opponents' balls, in any order, before all your balls are in turn pocketed by them. The loser is the first one whose balls are all pocketed.
Not having much respect for their game, I readily agreed to play "cut-throat" with them, not realizing then that they had planned all along to double team me from the start, shooting no other balls into the pocket but mine.
Needless to say I lost. But rather than humbly accept my defeat, I immediately challenged them to a rematch. Although at first they refused , seeing that I still had a forfeit to perform, they finally agreed to a return bout after I offered to perform my forfeit twice more if I lost and provided I down a whole glass of Tequila before we played.
Between the prospect of having to strip off should I lose plaguing my concentration being handicapped by having to play two against one, I lost again to everyone elses cheers and delight.
With that, I was made to stand in front of everyone and remove every stitch I had on, shoes included. Once nude, I was told that I was to remain that way till the party ended and I just had to grin and bear it. I was also reminded that I still had two stripings to perform, at my opponents' time and choosing.
Let me tell you, being the only one nude while everyone else around are fully dressed made me feel not only terribly out of place and embarrassed but surprisingly aroused in a most unexplainable way.
The second time I ended up being the only girl nude took place around three months after the party at a beach house . Although there were less people present to have witnessed my display, it was in my opinion, much more embarrassing than the first, compliments to those two bitches who seemed to take exquisite delight in humiliating me in public. Of course my other friends were no help at all as they willingly assisted in my ignominy.
Before I begin, perhaps I should introduce myself. My name is Helen, Hel for short, and I am a somewhat petite 23 yr. old Asian girl with a nice trim body. People say I'm pretty enough to be in movies since I kinda resemble that Chinese actress Zang Ziyi who came out in those films "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" as well as "Rush Hour 2".
On the other hand, my two nemesis were Hillary and Veronica, whom I shall call HIV for short, since that's just what they are, the plague; were just about the same age as me but taller, at around 5'7. I heard they had been inseparable since childhood and do kinda look alike except that the H was a blonde while the V was a red-head. They were to say the least undeniably gorgeous and I never would have suspected they had a mean streak in them till now.
Any way, after I was made to strip nude and party on naked for about three or four more hours, I started avoiding my friends, so as not to be reminded of that memorable evening, but also out of fear that I may just run into those two again and be made to pay up the two forfeits I owed them. In fact right before I was allowed to dress up after the party they kept reminding me that I still owed them two strippings which they would definitely collect on when I least expected it. They even cackled that after they get through with me, I'll be the most displayed girl in town, whether reluctant or otherwise. I shuddered at the thought, or was it in anticipation.
So after around three months had passed, I received a call from Joan, the girl whose house we partied in, asking how I was and why I haven't been visible lately. Jeezuz, I thought, is this girl dense or did she forget already what I went through. In any event, I quickly squelched that thought from my mind and continued to exchange pleasantries with her as I genuinely missed her and the others. Except the two of course.
She then reminded me that since summer was coming perhaps I'd like to go out to the beach or something and told me about a private beach house we could use, which was located in an island, with a terrific view and fine powdery white sand. She tried convincing me further that aside from the beautiful beach and crystal blue waters, the place had all the amenities of home, as well as the facilities for other leisure activities, which would surely make this an ideal vacation place.
Although I was sorely tempted to immediately say yes, I hesitated when the thought of the HIV virus being there too, suddenly popped into my head. Sensing my hesitation, Joan went on to tell me that there would be two other girls going with us, May-Anne and Cindy, as the others in the group couldn't make it, including the twins from hell, those devil spawns HIV.
Learning then that they would not be around, I automatically said yes to the invitation. With that, Joan then told me how happy she was that I agreed to finally join in again and told me she and the others would pick me up on Friday afternoon, which would give us three days to enjoy the place, in view of the long weekend ahead.
After she placed down the phone, I started thinking how much fun I would be having and started planning what to wear. Little did I know then that all my planning would turn to naught, as this would turn out to be another set-up and I would end up being the only one nude again.
Immediately after I accepted Joan's invitation, I started having second thoughts of going. Always at the back of my mind was the spectre of Hillary and Veronica showing up and ordering me to strip in front of everyone, leaving me the only one without a stitch of clothing on. As a result, I called Joan up the following day to tell her I wouldn't be able to join them after all.
However, when I told her I changed my mind and couldn't go, Joan desperately tried to convince me otherwise, pointing out the fact that I was sorely missed as a result of my recent absence, and that I would surely love the place we would be going to. She even assured me that both HIV would not be around since they were out sailing somewhere and that there would only be the four of us girls on this trip, she, Mary-Anne, Cindy and myself.
Finally after a little more convincing I agreed to go and was told to get ready by noon of Friday, as she would be picking me up at around 12:30.
While I was packing my stuff for the trip on Friday morning, I heard my doorbell ring. When I opened it, I was surprised to see it was Joan, since it was a bit too early yet for our appointment.
"Hi Joan, what are you doing here so early, weren't you supposed to pass by for me around 12:30 yet. I'm not yet done packing" I gushed at her as she entered the door.
"I know" she said after buzzing me in the cheek, "I couldn't wait to see you and find out how you were doing."
She then asked me if I needed any help in packing and we both proceeded to my room.
As we were walking, I noticed Joan was really dressed for summer. Like me Joan is asian, but of Korean descent. She also is a bit taller than me but her body is a little slimmer than mine and less curvy. She had on a one piece swimsuit over which she wore a pair of walking shorts and a windbreaker to serve as a cover-up for the suit. Her long black hair was tied in a pony tail under a baseball cap and she had on a pair of open toed sandals to shod her feet. She also had on a pair of wrap around sunglasses which effectively shielded her beautiful almond shaped eyes from view.
As I continued packing, Joan asked me what I would be wearing on the trip to the island. When I told her I would probably go in jeans and a t-shirt, she told me to wear a swimsuit and a coveup instead, since part of the trip would require us to get on those little motorboats to ferry us to the island, and we would no doubt end up soaking wet when we get there , as a result of the splashing waves. She even said, if I wanted to, the trip to the island could be done on jet skis.
After I somewhat reluctantly nodded my head in agreement, Joan stood up and told me she would help me with my outfit. However, since I had already packed the swimsuits I had planned to wear at the bottom of my suitcase, Joan started rummaging in my closet and pulled out this really skimpy black string bikini, which was a gift from the girls but I never had the courage to wear. That bikini was so brief that the top consisted only of two tiny triangles connected by the thinnest string, while the bottom was, to my mind equally scandalous, more so considering that it had a T-back design and my ass would be clearly on display, if I wore it.
Despite my protests and insistence that I could not wear that suit in public, Joan was able to somewhat convince me to wear the bikini, as my other suits were already packed. She also subtly piqued my conscience by reminding me that the suit was a gift from them and that my refusal to wear it would only mean, I didn't like it. Needless to say, I finally agreed to wear it and started to put it on.
"So what do I get to cover up with?" I asked her after I finished tying the strings to the bottom. 'Here" she said handing me a small length of black floral print gossamer cloth "I believe this came with the suit".
After I wrapped the cloth around my waist, I couldn't help noticing how inadequately dressed I was. Although my nipples were adequately covered by the top, the rest of my breasts seamed to pour out , making it appear that I was more endowed up there than I really was. As for the bottom, the cloth I was given measured only around seven inches in width, and therefore just barely covered my hips. In fact, I could even see the tiny black triangle of my bikini bottom peeking out from under.
"You look just beautiful and scrumptious" Joan said as she handed me a thin pair of rubber slippers to complete my outfit, which, just like the suit I had on, did nothing to cover my feet from view, except for two very thin strips that went around the top of my feet and met between my big toe and the one next to it.
"So, where are May-Anne and Cindy?" I asked Joan, still not believing I would be wearing something like this.
"Oh, they'll be around shortly. We will be taking two cars. Come, lets bring down your stuff." Following which, Joan tossed me her keys and told me to go ahead and put my bags in the trunk of her car. As I was going down, I heard Joan's cell phone ring and she told me to go on ahead as she would be the one to close up my house.
The fact that I was immodestly dressed suddenly hit me when I stepped out the door. Fortunately it was only a short walk to Joan's car and it was the middle of the day, so I did not expect my neighbors to be home. When I popped open the trunk, I immediately noticed there were no bags inside. However, before I could ask Joan about about her luggage, she suddenly threw in my shoulder bag with the house keys in the trunk of her car and slammed the lid.
"Uhm I'm sorry Hel, something came up , I've got to go to the office for a while. Why don't you just ride out with May-Anne and Cindy, and I'll just meet you there"
As Joan was in a rush and appeared a bit all flustered and distracted, I couldn't get a word in edgewise. It was only after she sped off that I realized I was locked outside my house clad only in the skimpiest bikini ever made, covered up by something which didn't cover anything at all. It's a good thing, that as I started to panic, I noticed May-Anne's van coming down the street.
I quickly rushed towards the van and got in the sliding rear door as it stopped in front of the house. However, as I looked forward to greet them, my face suddenly froze and I started to get this numbing feeling in the pit of my stomach. I saw that not only were May-Anne and Cindy fully dressed in jeans and button-down shirts, but May-Anne had on a pair of leather driving gloves, a black leather jacket and knee high boots; while Cindy was wearing a denim jacket and a pair of hiking boots.
"Hi Hel !" They both exclaimed. "We see your all ready for this adventure" they added with a smile on their faces which didn't come out friendly to me. Little did I know then that I was in the verge of another HIV attack.
Being somewhat taken aback by what the the girls were wearing, I was unable to respond and just sat there with a blank expression on my face. It was only after I heard Cindy say 'Smile' that I noticed she had her cellphone camera pointed towards me, but I couldn't really tell whether my picture had already bean taken or not.
Nevertheless, I instinctively raised my arms up to cover my breasts, but I guess this turned out to be a little bit too late since Cindy had by then put her phone down and with a cheshire cat smile on her face told me "For remembrances sake".
"Please Cindy!!!" I reacted by whining, "No more pictures, can't you see I'm hardly dressed."
To which she replied "Hey, whats the problem ? Its not as if your naked or something." After which she glanced conspiratorially towards Mary-Anne and they both started giggling at what seemed to be a very private joke. It's a good thing, however, she finally promised not to take any more surprise pictures of me during the trip since I was beginning to get upset and was about to tell her off.
Seeing then that everything was finally under control, Mary-Anne put her van in gear and got under way.
As we started to chatter and gab about the things all girls usually talk about to while away the time, it didn't escape me how well dressed and fully covered Mary-Anne and Cindy were. Like me, both are of Chinese descent, with long flowing straight black hair but are a bit slightly taller. They are also very pretty and have exquisitely sexy bodies, which they always decked out in nothing but the latest and most stylish of fashion. As in now, which made me feel quite out of place in my state of undress...
I also couldn't help noticing the number of bags they had with them, which in my estimate, would surely, be able to hold more than enough clothing than even those two would possibly need for the trip.
When I brought these subjects up, it was Mary-Anne who explained that they came straight from a meeting at the ad agency they worked for, which was why they came dressed as they were. As for the matter of the excess luggage, she added that not all of them were theirs, since some belonged to Joan, who asked them to be so kind as to bring them along. Cindy then asked me where my stuff was, noting that she didn't notice me carrying any bags when I got in the van.
"Their in Joan's car" I replied . "I wasn't able to get them out of her trunk when she had to rush off"
"Well I just hope for your sake she remembers to bring them with her when she joins us, otherwise that's the only thing you'll get to wear for the whole trip" was what Cindy said to me in a serious voice, as she turned and gave me an appraising look, from head to toe.
As her words started to sink in, my eyes began to tear and take on a panicked look at the mere mention of me having to remain dressed like this for the next two days. My body also gave an involuntary shudder, as images of me parading naked in that party three months ago ominously invaded my thoughts, as if to foretell what the future had in store for me should I persist on this journey.
It's a good thing though Cindy volunteered to text Joan later to remind her to bring my stuff, otherwise I would have surely broken down and begged Mary-Anne to turn back. But having been assured by Cindy she would contact Joan, I was able to calm down and again enjoy the company of these two girls during the trip, except for those constant reminders of my lack of apparel, when they talked about all the clothes they brought and fashion in general, and kept asking for my views.
After a one and a half hour drive, we arrived at the place where we were supposed to take a boat ride for the island. However, rather than seeing those small outrigger boats which I was made to believe by Joan would be taking us; I was shocked to see a well apportioned fast-craft vessel docked instead. Moreover, as I scanned the huge crowd apparently waiting to board the ship, I could see that everyone was dressed in regular street attire, and nobody out there even remotely in swim wear, unlike me.
"Oh No !!! "I can't ride that. I'm practically nude" I shrieked. "Can't you guys lend me anything to wear?" I pleaded with my two companions with tears welling in my eyes.
"Hey take it easy." Cindy consoled as she reached back to comfort me. "You don't have to ride that if you don't want to. Didn't Joan tell you there are jet-skis available, which would be able to take you to the island a whole lot faster and offer you much more privacy, than if you take the ferry."
As the very idea of me being put on display to a whole lot of people repulsed me no end, I immediately and without nary a thought, grasped the opportunity to escape this fate, by insisting to jet-ski to the island. Which in my haste, made me forget that I had even asked my two companions for some garments to clothe me, but was evidently ignored.
In any event, when I made my decision known, Cindy offered to join me, while Mary-Anne said she will have to take the ferry boat since somebody had to watch over their bags on the trip over. As I was touched by my friends' show of concern, I wholeheartedly thanked them for their understanding and leaned forward in my seat to give both of them a hug.
Thus, after having decided on how we were to get to the island, we proceeded to the landing where the jet-skis were. After the van was parked, Mary-Anne volunteered to accompany me to make arrangements for the use of the jet-skis we would be needing, while Cindy went to look for a place where she could change.
However, when I got out and found myself exposed to the world once more, I was immediately overcome by a sense of foreboding that I was being surrounded by people openly staring and ogling at my almost nude form, that I just stood froze in place beside the van ; despite the fact, that a mere cursory view of the surroundings would show that there was no one around to gaze at my nakedness Had it not been for Mary-Anne who took my arm in hers and shepherded me along, I probably would have broken down and pitifully begged to be let inside the vehicle, just to escape this irrational feeling of shame, bordering on the paranoia.
As we approached the person in charge of the jet-skis, I began to feel it was a mistake to have agreed to let Mary-Anne accompany me. Rather than boost my confidence, her mere presence not only aggravated my sense of insecurity, but emphasized the state of my undress, with her oh so chic designer clothes, complete with leather jacket, kid gloves and knee high boots, which she further accessorized by dooning a pair of shooters shades and a fashionable hat, for this short walk. And me being clad only in a scandalously brief T-back string bikini and insignificant piece of cloth around my hips, with a pair of rubber slippers to complete my ensemble.
As my mind started to dwell on the sheer contrast of our apparels, I began to feel embarrassed once again and quite reluctant to proceed. However, being dressed as she was, Mary-Anne just tugged me along by the hand like a reluctant child on her way to school, as she strode with all the confidence in the world towards the guy in charge of the place.
As we faced the guy in charge, it was Mary-Anne who did all the talking for us, since I could not for the life of me, utter a single word. In fact, I could not even return his greeting nor look upon his face, after I caught him openly appraising me from head to toe, as we approached.
After all the arrangements were completed, Mary-Anne continued to flirt with the guy, whose name was Randy, by the way, and even got to invite him to pay us a visit in the island. Randy happily accepted the invitation and with a mischievous look on his face, told me he sure would love to see more of me. I smiled back shyly in return.
As we waited for Cindy beside the jet-skis we rented, Mary-Anne handed to me a life vest to wear while riding, which made me glad , since it would allow me a little bit more covering for my breasts. However, as I was holding it up to examine it more closely, Mary-Anne suddenly reached around my hips and unknotted the cloth wrapped around my hips, stripping away from me with a flourish. Leaving me only in my scandalously brief T-back string bikini.
"Here, I'll take this and your slippers too. You know you can't wear them while jet-skiing" She explained, as if she were speaking to a little child.
Having been taken by surprise by my sudden stripping, I was unable to initially react, and just stood there stunned. However, before I could even register my protest, Mary-Anne just took back the vest from my hands and pointed imperiously at my feet, while looking me straight in the eyes.
Being intimidated no end by the way Marry-Anne was staring at me, I quickly averted my gaze and slowly gave out a sigh of defeat, as I woodenly complied with her command.
However, while I bent over to remove my only other remaining apparel aside from the bikini, I suddenly felt the tingle of the cool sea breeze on the cheeks of my ass, which immediately brought me out of my fugue, as I was once again reminded how exposed and inadequately dressed I was in public. This caused me to automatically straighten up and almost savagely thrust my slippers to Marry-Anne ,who graciously took them with an innocent smile on her face, leaving me barefooted as we stood in the dock.
After a few more minutes of waiting, we were finally joined by Cindy, who was accompanied by Randy. She had already changed out of the clothes she wore on the way, but was to my utter surprise, attired in a red and blue full body wet suit which completely encased her from the neck down. She even had on those rubber booties on her feet as well as gloves on her hands and a pair of goggles wrapped along her forehead., along with a life vest wrapped around her chest.
"Like my outfit?" She asked as she made a slow pirouette to better model the suit before me. "We all decided to go scuba diving on this trip and so decided to bring along suits. Joan's I believe is colored red and yellow while Mary-Anne's black."
Having thought earlier that Cindy would have changed into a regular swimsuit and would be showing a lot more flesh than she did now, I was totally unprepared for the sight that greeted me and therefore failed to answer.
Cindy then asked me whether anything was wrong and correctly guessed that I was reacting to her suit. "Hey, don't feel bad, your outfit looks terrific. You look so very hot in it." She cooed in an obvious attempt to comfort me.
However as her compliments seemed not to have any affect on me, she asked me whether it would make me feel better if she provided my body with a little bit more cover than it had on now. To which, I eagerly nodded my head in anticipation.
Thus, seeing my response, Cindy dipped into her bag and pulled out a big bottle of sun tan lotion, which she ceremonially presented to me. "Here Hel, I believe this will keep you fully covered from the sun." She said in all seriousness before guffawing in a fit of laughter at her own joke, which was joined in by the others, including me, eventually.
Having been momentarily put at ease, I then proceeded to squirt some lotion into my hand to spread on my body. As I started to rub the lotion on me, I was asked by Mary-Anne if I needed any help. But before I could even answer her, Both she and Cindy helped themselves to the bottle of lotion and squirted a large amount directly on me, and proceeded to kneed the lotion on my exposed body, with Cindy doing the back and Mary-Anne my front.
As I stood with eyes closed sandwiched between these two gorgeous girls while they continued to rub oil all over my almost nude body, I couldn't help but feel a little aroused at way their gloved hands were touching me all over, especially in places where they were not supposed to be. It's a good thing though that before I got carried away, I half-opened my eyes and noticed Randy standing intensely looking at us, which allowed me to immediately come to my senses and tell the girls to stop it.
After ensuring that my body was totally slick and amply protected from the sun, Cindy kept the bottle of lotion in her bag, which she then handed to Mary-Anne for safekeeping. We then discussed and agreed to take only one jet-ski to the island, with me riding double behind Cindy.
As I put my arms around Cindy as we were about to leave, I suddenly remembered that I forgot to put on the vest which Mary-Anne earlier gave and later took back from me. I also noticed that my wrap and slippers were lying forgotten on the dock where Mary-Anne put them down when she helped in applying oil on me. However, before I could say a word or even move to signal Mary-Anne, the deafening roar of the jet-ski's engine suddenly came to life and we raced away to the island.
The last thing I saw as I turned look back, was Randy waving to us with my vest in his hand while Mary-Anne was already on her way back to her van with Cindy's bag slung on her shoulder. I just hope she remembered to pick up my stuff and put them in the bag, since I could no longer see any sign of the in the dock.
Little did I know, that at that exact moment both my wrap and slippers were floating in the sea, having been surreptitiously kicked into the water, never to be seen again.
To be continued.
Poster:
Helen
