Leila's Picnic Weekend, Part 1
Leila woke up and looked at the clock by her bed. A few minutes past half-past nine. David was going to pick her up shortly. She thought back to Wednesday. She had gone with him to a strip bar. And David and Cyndi had stripped her naked. Stark naked, except for her shoes, and shoes don't count. They not only stripped her, they shredded her clothes, so she couldn't possibly get them back. She remembered the long walk to his car, the drive home, the stop to pick up beer. She blushed as she remembered buying that case of beer, stark naked, and her hand slipped down, under the black nightie, between her legs. The memory was making her hot. She remembered making love while waiting for the pizza to arrive. How humiliated she had been when she was forced to open the door to the pizza delivery guy. She had been naked, and looked totally dishevelled from sex. She also reeked of the musky odour of sex. How could David possibly force her to do something so humiliating? Force her! She was lying to herself; David had made the slightest suggestion of a request, hadn't even asked her out loud, and she had jumped at the opportunity. God, what a slut she was! She shuddered as she brought herself to a brief climax.
She also remembered the love-making. She had had two unbelievable climaxes with David before the pizza arrived. She remembered sitting naked between his legs, eating pizza, drinking beer, and caressing each other. She had persuaded David to stay the night; God it felt so good to fall asleep in his arms. She had been awakened next morning very early, by the glorious sensation of his beard tickling her thighs as his lips kissed her lips, his tongue doing the most wonderful things in her vagina. And after that orgasm, he had entered her and brought her to a second orgasm before he ejaculated. No other lover had ever paid so much attention to her feelings and desires. After that marvellous session, he had insisted they needed a shower, and they had spent a long time washing each other from head to toe. What a morning! She had been late for work, but it had been worth it. She had to have him again.

They had agreed that they were both too busy at their jobs to have a date that night, so they both agreed that Friday night right after work they would meet. By Friday morning, she had been so pent up at the thought of the upcoming date that she was having trouble concentrating on her work. She couldn't believe that it was only one full day since they had been together. Just before noon he called, and cancelled on her. Some stupid excuse about needing to work very late so he would have free time on the weekend. He got her to admit that she was free all weekend, and told her that he would make up for the cancellation on Saturday. She was furious at this late cancellation, but what could she do.

She thought of his last words on the phone. "I've a few things that I have to do Saturday morning, so I will be a little late picking you up. I'll pick you up between 9:45 and 10:00 a.m. We'll be running late so it is imperative that you be ready to leave as soon as I get there." She looked at the clock; 9:45 already. Leila still felt her annoyance at his high-handed change of their plans. She had wanted to be with him last night so badly. She needed a bath, he could damn well wait!

Throwing off her nightie, she trotted into the bathroom, and deciding that a shower would be better than a bath, adjusted the water and stepped under the flow.

She had finished her shower and was just drying herself when she heard the door buzzer being sounded furiously. She flipped the wet towel over the curtain rod, and picking up a dry one, used it to dry her hair as she walked to the enterphone. As she got there, there was a sudden pounding on her door.

She wrapped the towel around her body, and tucked it in. It hung from her breasts to just below her pussy, hiding her body, but gaped open on the left side except at the top, beside her breasts where it was tucked into itself. She opened the door and David burst in.

He gave her a strong hug, and kissed her fervently. "God... You... look... great... this... morning," he gasped out between kisses. Leila felt her anger at his cancellation flowing away. "We're already late. We've got to go now."

"But I'm not dressed yet," she complained. "I've only this towel."

"You promised me you would be ready when I arrived. You've already kept me waiting. Weren't you telling the truth?"

She knew he was teasing, and decided to call his bluff. The towel was a fairly thin one, but she was covered, so she said "OK, let's go." And grabbed her keys and clutch purse from the table beside the door. She stepped out into the hall with him, closed the door, double locked the dead-bolt, and dropped the keys in her purse. She was shocked when he didn't tell her to stop and go back to grab a dress.

"Come along," he said, grabbing her hand. "We're really running late today." He started down the hall, pulling her along too quickly for comfort. Her buns and pussy were flashing out under the towel at each step as the gap at the side was forced apart at every step. Her breasts were firm, but David was walking so fast that she had to trot to keep up with him, which caused them to bounce. Just as they David pulled her through the front door, the towel parted and fell to the floor. With her left hand clasped by him and her right one holding the clutch purse, she just couldn't grab it in time, so she found herself bounding down the steps and along the walkway in her birthday suit. She had to stop walking outside her home naked. One of these days one of the neighbours was sure to see her and cause a lot of trouble for her. Perversely, she felt both humiliated and aroused at this possibility.

David opened the passenger side door and ushered her in, apparently unaware that she had lost what little cover she had had. He walked quickly round the car, and slipped behind the wheel. Before she did up the seatbelt, Leila looked in the back seat. She knew that she could persuade him to let her wear the jacket she had seen Wednesday night. Damn! It was no longer in the back seat. All that was there was a picnic hamper, and an electric cooler which was plugged into the cigarette lighter. No jacket, no blanket, nothing to cover her. David was wearing his usual jeans and sport shirt, so she knew there would be no help there.

As they started off, she suddenly realized what was different about the car today. Her seat had a terrycloth cover that had not been there before. This was more comfortable than the original cloth and vinyl covering. As David drove through the city, he started to tease her again. He had to shift down and up as they approached and then left each red light, but between times, instead of putting his right hand back on the wheel, he would drop it onto her knee, and then allow it trail up her leg, the fingers caressing her inner thigh. He seemed to time the movement so that whenever his hand arrived almost at her genitals, he would have to remove it for another series of shifts. When he replaced it on her, he would start all over again at her knee. This aroused her, and it reminded her most forcefully of her nudity.

It was even worse as they approached an intersection with a large number of pedestrians waiting for the light. The car was in the right-most lane, since they would be turning right at the following intersection, and Leila realized that all those people would be able to clearly see her nakedness. The light turned yellow, and David started to slow down. "Go for it, David, you can make it in time." Leila did not want all those eyes devouring her nude body.

"I really don't think you want me to run it." Leila shivered as the car came to a halt right beside the crowd of pedestrians, and David's hand returned to her knee. "You see, sweetheart, this intersection has red-light cameras installed. They photograph any car running the red, and we would have run the red. The picture clearly shows both licence number and the occupants of the car. Would you really want that photo floating around the cop shop?" Leila shuddered at the thought of all those policemen seeing her naked body; then, seeing the gawkers on the sidewalk staring at her shuddered yet again. She could feel herself becoming wet with arousal as she basked in the attention.

Soon they were off the city streets and on the thruway. Mid-morning Saturday was always a relatively light time; those leaving the city for the weekend had left last night, and those who had to work today had long since reached their workplaces. Leila felt less exposed now, as David increased their speed to just over the speed limit, and turned on the cruise control.

Once they were well on their way, David said, "Leila, we've got a long way to go. If you open the cooler, you'll find a bag with two Danish in it and two cartons of orange juice. I think we could both use some breakfast." Leila suddenly found herself famished, she had been so disappointed last night that she had not eaten a proper meal, and this morning of course she had not had anything at all.

Leila undid her seatbelt, turned around, and knelt on the seat, leaning over the headrest to reach the cooler that was humming on the back seat, right behind her. As she unhooked the lid, David reached over and patted each of her bottom cheeks in turn. "God!" he exclaimed, "You have the most spankable bum. I just want to place you over my knees and paddle that little ass of yours." Leila remembered how he had done just that Wednesday night; spanking her in the bar, in front of everyone to punish her for biting him. That had been so humiliating. She felt the heat on her buttocks again, and her juices began to leak down her thighs. He always knew just how to turn her on.

She pulled out the two cartons of juice and the paper bag, and turned around, taking her place in her seat again. Holding the items between her thighs, she buckled the seatbelt again. One of the real problems of being nude in the car, aside from the humiliation of course, was the way the belt irritated her skin, particularly the way the side of the shoulder harness cut into her breasts.

As they sped along the thruway, she asked, "Just where are we going, David?"

"Just a little spot I want you to see. Lean back and relax, the drive will be well over an hour." David's hand this time was placed on her stomach, and slid straight down to her vagina, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

An hour away from home, and not a stitch of clothing with her. She finished eating the bun and drinking the juice, and then laid the seat back a little, and abandoned herself to the pleasure of David's touch.

Leila's Picnic Weekend, Part 2
Leila sat up and looked around. She had not actually been sleeping, but she had been lying back in the passenger seat, eyes closed, relaxing. They had been driving a long while on the freeway; then she had felt the slowdown for the exit ramp, and the continued high speed, but windier movement as they had taken a two-lane highway for another long stretch. Now the car had slowed right down and was driving on a rougher surface. As she looked around she realized they were driving down a gravel road. She was totally amazed she could feel this calm; after all, they must be well over an hour away from her home, and she was stark naked; not a stitch on her, not even any jewellery, not even a watch. She was literally as naked as the day she was born. David's hand, which had been caressing between her thighs for much of the ride, had been removed before the turn, and David obviously felt he needed both hands on the steering wheel.
After a few minutes, they turned onto a narrow track through the bush that ended after a short distance in a wide grassy area, with low bushes on one side, and forest on the other. David turned the car around, and parked it near the trees, where it might get some shade. The low bushes would hide the car from the traffic passing on the highway, which was only about 50 yards away. David got out of the car, and Leila stepped out on her side, amazed at just how wet the terrycloth seat cover was. David had picked up a large bottle of sunscreen from the back seat, and was rubbing it on his face, neck and arms.

"The sun is pretty bright today," he remarked to Leila. "Perhaps you should put some on those areas that your clothes aren't covering." He grinned slightly at the joke. "Just sit here on the trunk, and I'll help you put some on." Leila sat on the trunk of the car, her knees well apart, her feet on the rear bumper. David squirted some of the white fluid into her hands and at his suggestion she rubbed it into her face, hands and arms. David, meanwhile, had started at her shoulders, and rubbed sunscreen onto her shoulders, front and sides, missing her breasts for the moment. Once he had covered the rest of her torso, and most of her abdomen, he leaned down, kissed both nipples and said, "We really must protect these little beauties." He then took some more lotion and massaged it carefully and thoroughly onto her breasts. For a split second Leila was upset by the word little, as she had always felt that her 34C bra indicated a less than sufficient chest, but she realized that the intonation he had used indicated that the operative word was "beauties", and that little was not meant to be taken literally, but was more a term of endearment. She recalled that he had said once that the stripper "Red Sonya" could be a "little hellion" with the same inflection on "little", and she was well over six feet tall, with at least a D cup. The tender care he was taking in ensuring that the sunblock was well applied to her breasts, certainly showed that he was attracted to them.

After just a couple of minutes he finished massaging her breasts, and, taking some more lotion applied it to her ankles and the tops of her feet. She leaned back, resting her hands on the trunk behind her, and closed her eyes, revelling in his tender ministrations to her lower legs. Suddenly the blast of an air horn caused her eyes to fly open. She saw a semi-trailer disappear behind the woods and realized that while she was hidden from the cars on the nearby highway, the truckers could see over the bushes and, now that David was crouched down, had a clear view of her naked form, perched on the trunk. She started to cover herself, then decided she was far enough from the road and the time she would be visible to a driver short enough that it wouldn't make much difference, so she relaxed again, and gave herself over to the sweet sensation as David's hands moved ever upward on her legs until he had covered the legs completely. A swift brush across her lower belly and then a hand sliding between her thighs, to her swelling lips and her front was now totally protected.

At his request, she hopped down to the grass, turned around and leaned on the trunk. Some lotion poured on her back and spread quickly but carefully and finally a brief massage of her buttocks and her entire body had been protected from the sun. She wondered if the arousal she was feeling from his touch was going to wash the lotion off her legs.

Too soon it was over. David locked her purse in the glove compartment, picked up the picnic basket from the back seat, ensured the car was fully locked, and guided her across the small meadow and onto the train tracks. As they started walking along the railway away from the road, she realized that for almost half a mile her bare butt would be visible to any car that crossed the tracks. She shivered from the thrill of being seen this way, wondering again at how quickly she was changing from the shy girl who had been ashamed even to shower with other girls after PE.

The heat of the sun caused her to perspire lightly, which with the lotion covering her entire skin, caused her body to shimmer. She could hear cars passing, back on the highway, and knew that anyone in those vehicles who glanced down the tracks would clearly see her naked behind. She glanced back. David was walking well to the left, so he would not be hiding her from the motorists' view. She noticed he was perspiring too, hell, he was sweating. She wondered if that was just the sun and the weight of the hamper he was toting, or could it also be the sight of bare behind, sauntering down the tracks ahead of him? Unconsciously, she imparted a greater sway to her hips. After a few moments, she slowed down so that David would catch up to her, and offered to help carry the hamper. After that, they continued along the tracks side by side, the picnic basket held between them. Soon they had rounded the curve in the tracks, and were hidden from the highway traffic.

Some distance further on, the tracks crossed a wide stream, or was it a narrow river? David slowed down just past the stream, and then after a couple of moments studying the forest, walked down off the track bed, and started along an overgrown path that angled back somewhat. This was much harder for Leila as the branches would scratch her as she worked her way through the undergrowth, unless she was extremely careful. Fortunately, the path was not long, less than fifty yards, she guessed, and they arrived at the shore of a small lake. The shore was fairly rocky where they came out of the wood, but they followed it a short way to a small sandy beach. This stretch of sand could be easily seen from the tracks where they crossed the stream, so Leila again felt exposed. Yet there was a rightness about being naked here in the great outdoors. She still felt the arousal from being nude, but there was a naturalness about it that she had not felt in town or in the car; yes, a return to nature.

While Leila was looking around, David placed the hamper carefully in the shade, opened it, took out a small black item with a short strap attached that he tied to a belt loop, and then he walked up behind Leila and put his arms around her chest, pulling her back tight against his body. His hands caressed her sides, and he said quietly into her ear: "We made it in time. Look over to your left, at the waterfall, where the stream enters the lake. See the rainbow?" Leila looked carefully, and saw that the sun through some very oddly shaped foliage, had created a circular rainbow, like a multi-coloured halo in the spray from the falling water. The only thing she had ever seen that was even remotely like this, was a similar halo around the shadow of the plane she was in on the clouds below. It was a very striking sight, that was almost worth the humiliation of being dragged over 100 miles, totally naked.

Leila's Picnic Weekend, Part 3
As David's hands continued to caress her, she leaned back against him, and revelled in the feeling of arousal that pervaded her. It seemed to match the vision of the halo somehow.
After several moments of bliss, she heard David say, "We must come back here some time with my cameras, so I can get some proper shots of it; but I'll just take some test shots today." He took a tiny notebook out of his shirt pocket and untied the small point-and-shoot camera from the belt loop. He stared to take a number of shots from various locations along the beach, climbing onto rocks, walking back almost into the forest, and forward to the very edge of the lake, making quick notes after every shot.

"He'll want to shoot me next," she thought to herself as she watched him work. She shuddered violently from apprehension at the thought of her vulnerability to embarrassing pictures, naked, defenceless, her private parts on total display, her nudity captured forever on film. "He'll shoot me like this then show them to my co-workers." She blushed furiously at the humiliating thought; she saw a small photo -- postcard size -- tacked to the bulletin board at her office; the entire staff stopping by the board, ignoring the management's memos, gazing fixedly at the eight by ten glossy of her standing on this beach, wearing only the sheen of perspiration and suntan lotion; she blushed a deeper red as she heard their personal comments about the poster of her tacked to the bulletin board. She shook her head as she returned to reality, her breasts heaving with the deep breaths she was now taking. She felt her arousal dripping down her legs, and smiled at herself. She had to get that imagination under control; a non-existent photo had grown from small shot to a poster in her fevered mind; besides David would never to that to her. Would he?

She glanced at him again. He wasn't even photographing her. He was shooting a damned rainbow, for pity's sake. Why wasn't he shooting her? He always said she was pretty. She knew he didn't really think she was good looking at all. She was furious with him, yet she was still aroused, her nipples standing out, hard. He should be wanting to film her, she was here, she was totally naked, her private parts on total display. As this thought recurred to her, she felt the humiliation again, and for the next several minutes her emotions swung rapidly from humiliation to arousal to anger and back to humiliation again.

"That'll do for now," David said as he put the camera down by the hamper, his words pulling her out of her emotional storm. "It's getting on towards lunchtime. If only you'd thought to bring your bathing suit, you could have had a swim to sharpen your appetite." She looked at his face, expecting to see the same grin she had seen when he suggested the sunscreen. "Of course, if you were daring enough, you could go skinny-dipping. But then you're far too shy for that." She could not believe it. He was totally deadpan. Not the ghost of a grin.

Leila put her hands on her hips, tossed her hair, then turned around and walked into the lake. A few minutes later, David had joined her. She was surprised to see that he was totally naked. She was still feeling very aroused, and started to fondle him. Then they swam to a shady spot at the end of the beach, where they made passionate love. She could not help moaning and screaming as she was brought to climax. It was the first time she had ever made love, other than in a closed room. There was something so sinful about having sex here, where anyone might see them; yet something so right about it, too; the most primal passion fulfilled in the primal forest, the birds in the trees, the sun shining bright.

After that wild climax, she lay on the sand in his arms, while both their breathing returned to something approaching normal. After a few minutes like this, she felt so warm and loved. Then David kissed her breasts, slowly, gently, and said, "I am really starving. I'm going to take another quick dip, then prepare lunch. It should be ready in about ten minutes. You can just rest until then, or do whatever you want." Once again he kissed each nipple, then kissed her mouth. She lay on her side with her eyes closed for a couple of minutes, then rolled over so she was lying in the sun on her back and spread her arms and legs wide, soaking up the sunlight.

After a few moments like this, she decided to wash the sand off before lunch. She opened her eyes, and realized what the noise that she had been ignoring was. A freight train was just crossing the stream. She wondered if the crew had seen her there, spread-eagled on the beach. She thought of the engineer gazing at her sparsely covered pussy, spread before him, at her firm youthful breasts, at her beautiful nude body. She paused and shook her head. Her beautiful body? She could not believe she was thinking that. Only a few weeks before she had felt she was too short, her breasts were too small, her sparse pussy not womanly enough. Where had this idea that she had a beautiful body come from?

She felt almost dazed as she stood up and walked into the lake for a quick dip. A couple of minutes swimming and she felt clean and refreshed. She swam back to the beach where David, now fully dressed again, was sitting on the sand in the shade of the trees, leaning against a rock with the items from the unpacked hamper on another rock beside him. He had set out a half chicken, a loaf of bread, butter, cheese, raw vegetables and honey. As she walked up the beach to him he quoted a verse.

"Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse -- and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness --
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

"A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread -- and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness --
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!"

She laughed at the quotes as she walked over and sat down between his legs, leaning back against him. He had just poured a glass of white wine, and handed it to her. She took a sip, then looked at the food beside them. "Looks very simple, but filling," she said.

"You're right," he replied. "I love fancy gourmet cooking, but I always felt a picnic should be simple food, preferably food that won't spoil easily. Chicken salad goes bad so easily, but cooked chicken alone will last much longer. Besides, a picnic should be eaten with fingers, not cutlery." He tore two pieces off the bun-loaf, and spread some butter on each. Then, he half-sliced, half-tore several strips off the chicken and piled them on the bread. A sprinkle of salt and pepper on each, and he handed one to her, and started to eat the other. "I always think this is as good as any pre-prepared sandwich -- better." He picked up a couple of carrot sticks, and crunched on them, while Leila chose a celery stick.

"You're right, it does taste marvellous. Of course, this bread has meaning for me." David looked at her quizzically. "My mother used to buy this type of loaf occasionally. We would always have several slices each for lunch. My father would be lucky to even get a single slice when he got home for supper." While David laughed at her story, she wondered what her parents would say if they could see her now, sitting, talking naked with a fully clothed older man.

For the next hour, they sat together, eating, drinking, kissing each other; David fondling her naked body, keeping her simmering. When they had both had enough to eat, they stretched out on the sand, in the shade, wrapped in each others arms. Leila felt sexier than ever, lying naked outdoors, next to a fully clothed man. She could not decide whether she felt totally natural, a Sheena of the Jungle, or whether she felt even more turned on at being outdoors, where anyone could see her, miles from her clothes.

Leila's Picnic Weekend, Part 4
They spent a long time on that stretch of beach, talking, touching, revelling in their togetherness. They wandered right up to the waterfall, he walking along the shore, she in the stream itself. She had crouched right in the waterfall, listening to the change in the sound as her naked body blocked the falling water. The rainbow had long since disappeared. She realized that she had not seen it after David had finished taking his test shots; he had actually had a reason for hurrying on the way here; if he had allowed her to dawdle around getting dressed, they would have missed that beautiful sight. She sighed as she realized he had kept his reputation for the truth, she could not claim that he had pulled her from her house naked for no reason.
Eventually, David indicated that it was time to move on. "I know the path out of here is a bit difficult for you. I'll take the hamper back to the tracks by the path, then you can swim across to the stream and climb up to the tracks at the side of the bridge. It's reasonably easy to climb, it's getting from there to here that is the problem if you mind getting wet."

Leila thought this was an excellent idea; she did not want to walk that overgrown path again if she could avoid it. She also agreed that she would wait on the beach until he reached the railway bridge, then swim over. David picked up the hamper and in a moment was hidden from her sight. She could hear him pushing through the undergrowth for a few seconds longer, then nothing but the sound of the falls. She was alone.

Sheena strode along the beach, deep in the wilderness, far from the works of man. Naked in the forest she lived, alone. She was ready to fight wild beasts to protect herself. Sheena listened for the sound of an approaching enemy. An unknown sound in the distance. Sheena existed no longer, only Leila naked, vulnerable, alone. Had she heard the approach of a wild beast? The most dangerous beast of all, man? Would she have her throat torn out, or would she be raped repeatedly before having her throat cut?

A loud whistle caused her to start violently, before she realized it had come, not from the forest, but from the railway. David had whistled to get her attention, standing at the end of the bridge, and waving her over to him. "I must get this imagination under control," she thought as she slipped into the lake. "I never used to have such strong fantasies. I wonder why they are so rich now?"

She swam across the lake and partway down the stream before it became so shallow that it was easier to walk. David's voice guided her to the best place to climb the steep embankment to the tracks. She climbed quickly, bent over, using both hands and feet to climb the rocky slope. As she neared the top she looked up to see David in the very act of taking a shot of her.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking your picture. What did you think?"

"Why are you taking my picture?"

"I told you when we first met that I like to photograph pretty women, and that I like to photograph naked women; what did you expect me to do when I have a camera with me and a pretty, naked young lady in front of me?"

Leila couldn't reply. The fear and vulnerability had returned, but so had her arousal, enhanced by his calling her "pretty". She climbed the last few feet, stepped onto the tracks, placed her fists on her hips, and pouted at him. He immediately snapped another shot. "God, what an expression!" fell admiringly from his lips, as he fired off yet another shot. Suddenly, the camera started to whir as the film started to rewind.

David opened the hamper and pulled out a film canister. He quickly re-loaded the camera, as Leila wondered just how many shots of her were on the first film. She wasn't sure she wanted to know, so she didn't ask. She knew she would find out only too soon.

As they started back down the railway tracks, David reached over and took Leila's hand. She felt positively elated to be his lover, and strode along oblivious to anything but that and the care needed to step only on the ties so she wouldn't hurt her feet until they turned the bend in track. Suddenly she her the sound of a semi-trailer on the highway ahead, and realized that she must again walk that open half mile of track, only this time motorists glancing down the tracks would not see her naked behind, but would instead be able to see full frontal nudity. Her nipples, already taut from the pleasure of walking with David, became rock hard once again, and she felt the wetness increase in her. She wondered how David could walk beside her, not noticing how aroused she was becoming.

David, however, was glancing as often as he could at her gorgeous body. He hummed an old folk tune to hide his growing emotions. He saw her nipples tauten as the sound of the traffic reached them, and realized once again just how much Leila was turned on by the chance of being seen in this state. He hoped he had timed their walk back to the car correctly.

They were less than one hundred yards from the car when he heard the sound of a train in the distance. Very shortly the sound was loud enough that Leila heard it too. He felt her hand clutched his more tightly as she stiffened in fear.

"I think we'd better get off the track as soon as possible, love," he said to her. Fortunately the tracks were virtually level with the ground at this point, and they stepped off to the side and moved a few yards back from the tracks. Leila thought about trying to hide in the trees, but remembering the difficulty she had had on that overgrown path, decided she would rather wait in the open. Besides, there would only be the engineer and maybe a couple of crew. David slid his arm around her waist, and she put hers behind his back as they stood side by side, facing down the tracks. David's arm squeezed her waist comforting her, and then, as she returned the squeeze with her arm, he took hold of her other hand, making her feel loved and safe.

The gates at the highway had closed, and the signals were flashing as the train thundered around a bend on the far side of the highway, and then across the road, between the waiting cars, and then past them. Leila gasped as she realized that this was not, like the train that had passed as she lay on the beach, a freight, this was the transcontinental express. Hundreds of passengers were sitting in the train with nothing to do but look out the window at her naked form. She started to move her arm in front of her, as she saw the faces gazing out through the glass at her nudity, but David merely tightened his grip on her hand. "The dirty s.o.b!" she thought. "He wasn't just trying to make me feel loved; he knew I would want to cover myself, and he took my hand to prevent it. And probably to make me feel good as well. He is a real sweetheart, the bastard."

The instant the train had passed, David picked up the hamper in one hand, and letting go of her hand with the other, gave her waist another squeeze, then letting the arm slide down slightly, cupped one of her butt cheeks and gently guided her back onto the tracks. They were already walking along the tracks, his hand still caressing her buttocks before the barrier at the highway opened. The first vehicle on the near side of the road was a tanker truck with dual trailers. As it slowly started across the tracks, Leila remembered that it would be climbing a hill almost immediately, and it struck her that any cars following the truck would be positively crawling when they crossed the tracks, and the occupants would not get the split-second vision that they would get at normal highway speed, but would be able to really look at her. She started to blush. As the fifteen cars that were stuck behind the truck -- she counted -- crossed the tracks, she felt herself get redder with each one, imagining the occupants staring at her now public private parts. David's gentle caress of her ass only added to her confusion.

Hours later, it seemed, they turned off the tracks and crossed the meadow to his car. David unlocked the doors, and placed the hamper on the back seat. He turned and took Leila in his arms, kissing her passionately. Highly aroused by her exposure to the train passengers and the traffic, Leila returned the kiss with interest. David's hands wandered over her body, caressing her buttocks, her breasts, the small of her back, her thighs, again her buttocks, her vaginal lips, until finally a couple of fingers slid into her. She broke the kiss, and threw back her head, moaning with pleasure as the fingers worked in and out of her cunt. She felt David's mouth on her breasts, sucking the sides of each breast, then sucking on each nipple in turn, teeth very gently pressing at the base of the nipple, tongue flicking the tip of the nipple thus held. She leaned back against the car, half sitting against the side of the trunk, feeling those fingers invade her, then almost leave, drive in again; her nipples harder than hard. His fingers touched her clitoris perfectly and she screamed her pleasure, then fell back, David's arm holding her up. She could not believe that she had had so forceful an orgasm in so public a place. She had seen David raise his fingers to his mouth, and lick her juices off, then he had placed that arm around her, while his head fell down between her breasts and he kissed the still red skin over her breastbone. As she sat there, bathing in the afterglow, he moved one had up behind her neck, and leaned forward to kiss her forehead. This was the same action that her father and mother had taken to let her know she was loved as a child, and, while this kiss had a passion that of course had not existed in theirs, the very similarity of the action made her feel truly loved, and as important at the moment, safe.

After a minute, she was able to sit there by herself, as David reached into the car and pulled out a couple of Kleenex, carefully drying her off a bit. He helped her into the passenger seat, the terrycloth cover soft on her skin. She seemed to feel all sensations more intensely than ever before. Slowly she buckled the seatbelt across her naked body, as David closed the door, then walked around the car and got behind the wheel. A minute later, they were moving back down the track and onto the highway.

Leila had the passenger seat tilted back, so she was not quite so visible to other motorists. She closed her eyes, and wondered when this day would end. She was still naked, still miles from her clothes, and David was not even driving back the same way they had come. While she hadn't really been paying attention during the drive that morning, she was somehow certain that he turned the other way when he exited the gravel road this afternoon.

"David, where are we going?" she asked suddenly, raising the seat back and looking around.

"There is something else we need to do today," her replied. "Don't worry, love." His hand fell onto her leg, touching her gently and sensuously, reminding her yet again of her nakedness.

"O.K. I trust you," she murmured. "I guess I have to. I can't really walk home like this." She saw the smile light up his face as she said this, the gentleness and affection of it warmed her heart, and also turned her on. She wondered what had happened to her to make her feel so randy these days. She knew it couldn't be the constant nudity, she was always so humiliated by that; all those people on the train, in the cars, looking at her. The feeling of humiliation increased again, but so did her sexual drive. David had just frigged her to orgasm, and now she wanted him again. She was shameless.

Leila's Picnic Weekend, Part 5
Leila couldn't believe it. She was working as the receptionist today, sitting in the lobby of the firm's main office, answering questions from the public, signing for packages and taking them through the office to the recipient. It was a very busy morning. This wasn't her regular job, but today there was nobody else available, and she had been rushed off her feet. The office was warmer that usual, so she had removed the long jacket of her light brown suit, and hung it on the back of her chair. At 10:30 she finally had a minute to go back to the employee lunch room to get herself a coffee.
Brad and Phil were standing by the bulletin board with that old battleaxe Mrs Renwicke. She had it in for Leila, and she made no bones about that fact, and the two guys were always making mean comments about her. The three of them were talking quietly and laughing. The person who emptied the coffee pot had not made a new one -- Leila was sure it was Renwicke -- it was just like her -- so she started to make a fresh pot. As she emptied the basket, put in a new filter and opened and dumped in the packet of coffee, about a dozen more people came into the lunch room, both guys and girls. Phil and Brad called them over to the bulletin board, and Leila heard the gasps from the women and the whistles and low laughs from the guys. She pressed the button to start the coffee brewing, and then went over to see what memo was causing all the excitement.

A path opened up for her as she approached, and then the crowd closed in around her. Oh, No! There were three 8 x 10 glossy photographs of her in all her glory. How could David do this to her? She had known he didn't love her; nobody could love her. Then she realized that these shots were not from the lake last weekend. These had been taken earlier, and not by David. The first one was black and white, showing her standing in a store with her hands on her hips, totally naked. An advertisement for Coor's Light behind her. The beer store on the second date with David; it must have had a security camera. But who had seen her there, got the picture and brought it here.

The second picture was in brilliant colour. It showed her from behind, standing at the lights on the street corner, naked, in broad daylight, a couple of teenagers waiting on the other side, pointing and whistling at her nude body. She remembered this incident as she walked back to Dr. Hillock's office the day that Maria got her revenge. Her naked rear was in full view, and as she was turned slightly to look at David, her face was visible from the side. There was no way she could deny that this was her.

The third picture was the worst. It showed her standing on a dais, totally naked, a few scraps of white cloth on the floor behind her, with somebody crouched over them. Even worse, she was not standing straight and tall, she was giving a sort of curtsey, which spread her legs and opened her cunt enough to make her red inner lips very clear in the photograph, and a trail of moisture was visible, running down her thighs.

Leila blushed scarlet, and turned to run. Being seen naked like that by strangers humiliated her beyond belief, but to have her co-workers see it, the people she worked with every day, this was not humiliation, this was so far beyond humiliation that there was no word for it. She wanted to run away, but the group had her totally hemmed in.

"Can you believe she walked around our city totally naked?" asked Brad. "Can you imagine such a slut?"

"And it turns the slut on!" Renwicke's voice filled the lunch room. "When she is naked in a bar, she spreads her legs to give everybody a good show, and is so turned on by it she is actually dripping."

Leila felt like she was burning up; she was blushing so red, she was sure she was casting a red light on the surroundings. "Her breasts are really small." She did not know who said that. "If she likes to show them around, maybe she will show us." Leila went suddenly white, as another anonymous voice made that terrifying suggestion. Leila shook her head violently, No! She was too frightened to speak, her mouth was dry, she was gasping for breath.

"Stuck-up bitch will show to the whole world, but not to her co-workers," snarled Phil. He reached over and undid the top button on her white cotton blouse. She was so surprised by this that he had undone a second button before she reacted. She grabbed the front of the blouse with both hands, exactly as if all the buttons had been removed.

"She wants a little encouragement," came another anonymous voice. Suddenly she felt a tug on her blouse and it was pulled out of the waist of her skirt. She let go of the front of her blouse with one hand, and tried to tuck the hem back in as she held the front together with the other. She was not having any luck at this when somebody grabbed that arm, and she felt something cold against her side. She looked down to see a pair of scissors in Mrs. Renwicke's bitter grip start to cut from the hem up the seam to the armpit, then along the short sleeve. The other side was treated identically. Leila had let go of her blouse buttons to try to stop the old harridan, but somebody had grabbed that arm too, and she was now standing with her arms held out to either side, looking like she was being crucified. Mrs. Renwicke passed the scissors to Phil, who very carefully cut each of the buttons from the front of the blouse, including the two he had already undone. An anonymous hand grabbed the hem at the back and a quick tug pulled the blouse completely off her. Leila's blush spread to her chest. As she stood there in front of the office staff, she saw Brad approach with the scissors Two quick snips and both shoulder straps had been cut.

"Stop! Wait!" cried Leila. Brad paused for a moment with the point of the scissors just below the bra, right between Leila's swelling breasts, then slid the scissors up, one blade sliding under the material between the cups of the bra. A single quick snip, and it was only a strip of white cloth lying on the floor, leaving Leila naked from the waist up. There were gasps and cheers from the audience. Topless in the office, Leila could not believe how humiliated she felt. Even less could she believe that she was getting turned on by this. Her nipples had hardened and stood out from her breasts, pointing accusingly at her tormentors.

"The little bitch is turned on, look at her nipples!"

"My God, you're right! The slut is totally aroused!"

"Where? I can't see!"

These and other comments swirled around the room. Leila was glad now that her arms were being held; if they weren't she would surely have fallen to the floor.

"Let's give everyone a proper view," said Mrs. Renwicke, motioning to the two people holding Leila's arms. They marched her over to the table, and the battle-ax ordered, "Get up on the table." Leila was too shocked to obey, so Brad and Phil each grabbed a nipple and twisted it painfully. "Get up on the table, now!" The boys let go of her breasts, and she stepped onto a chair and then onto the table. "Put your hands behind your head. Very good. Now, turn around slowly." Leila obeyed the commands, frightened, humiliated and so horny.

"You like being in strip clubs, so dance like a stripper," commanded Mrs. Renwicke nastily. Leila tried to obey, twisting and bobbing on the table.

"She can't dance properly in that tight skirt," said Brad to the audience. Then, he turned to her. "Kneel down on the table. Keep your body straight, shoulders back. Clasp your hands behind your neck again." Leila did exactly as she was told, realizing how this emphasised her breasts. She felt something cold against the side of her left thigh, and heard a "snick, snick" sound. Brad was cutting her tight fawn dress from the hem, which had just covered the welt on her white holdup stockings, right up to the waist-band. She half expected him to cut it right off her, but instead, he made a second cut about half an inch from the first. Once that cut had reached the waist-band, he started a third, half an inch further over. "A good stripper often wears a fringe," Brad whispered to her. She blushed as he called her a stripper, but made no other move. She could feel her self starting to drip, no, to positively flow, as she saw all her office buddies staring at her.

Finally Brad had cut the entire skirt into narrow strips. "Now, dance." She stood up, and as someone turned on a radio, she started to move her body to the music. The strips of cloth spun out from her body as she gyrated, totally exposing the white cotton panties she was wearing underneath, as well as the tops of the white stockings. Except for her shoes, watch, and a thin gold necklace, she was otherwise naked.

"Christ, she's pissed her pants."

A couple of loud sniffs. "I don't think so. Smells more like cunt juice. I think the slut is really turned on." Leila knew she could not blush any redder, but she felt her body trying to express the unbelievable humiliation.

Suddenly Phil's voice rang out. "That costume is not quite right. Stop dancing." Leila stood still, her breasts heaving with each deep gasping breath.

"Kneel." She knelt back down on the table.

"Hands!" She clasped her hands behind her head. The crowd gasped as they realized that it needed only that one word to make her, pose like a hussy, breasts jutting out, nipples carborundum.

"Knees apart. Wider! Wider! Good." She was know kneeling with her feet together, her knees a foot and a half apart, her body and thighs ramrod straight, the damp crotch of her panties peeking between the fringe. Brad pulled one of the fringes out horizontal, and cut it off at the waistband. Skipping the next one, he pulled out the third, and cut it off. He worked his way around the embarrassed girl, removing every second strip, leaving a very sparse fringe that exposed as much as it covered. "Perfect!" murmured Brad.

"Nearly perfect, but not quite," replied Mrs. Renwicke.

Perversely, Leila found herself hotter than ever. Her panties were as wet as they had ever been. Mrs. Renwicke slipped the scissors under the panties on the right side and a single snip sliced them from leg-hole to waist. Seconds later, the left side was also cut apart. The back of the panties fell away from her buns, leaving her backside almost totally exposed to the entire room. A burst of applause turned her entire body red. Only the wet translucent cotton glued to her vagina by her own wetness shielded that part of her from the audience's eyes. Mrs Renwicke reached between her legs, grabbed the end of the cotton hanging there, and, with a quick jerk pulled the remains of the panties away from Leila's body. She realized that her leaking vagina was visible under what fringe was left, and that her position was causing it to gape wide for the audience.

"Dance, whore!" snarled the old battleaxe. Leila got to her feet on the table and started to gyrate to the music again. The fringe flew up, exposing her cunt and butt completely to the office staff.

A couple of minutes later, she heard old Renwicke say, "Enough. It's time to get back to work now."As Leila climbed down from the table, she saw Josie prepare a coffee for her. Josie handed her mug filled with steaming coffee to her, and smiled shyly. Leila returned the smile as she took the coffee, and started back to her desk.

Leila's Picnic Weekend, Part 6
As she was carrying a very full coffee mug, Leila was too involved in not spilling it to even try to cover up with the other hand. She walked down the hallway, through the open plan office and back to the receptionist's desk in the lobby. Only after she had put the coffee on the desk did she hear a low whistle. She looked up to see a guy in a UPS uniform standing just a couple of feet from her, holding an electronic clipboard so that she could sign for the large envelope he had already placed on the desk.
"That's quite the outfit, darling!" the UPS guy exclaimed as she scribbled her name on the little window.

Leila blushed, but decided to try and brazen it out. "Haven't you ever heard of casual Friday's?"

"Yes, but today's only Wednesday, and that outfit is way beyond casual. If you dress like that normally, I hope I have to make a delivery on Friday." Leila forced a light chuckle and the delivery man walked out the door, glancing back almost every step to get another sight of her gorgeous naked breasts.

Leila quickly grabbed the jacket from the back of her chair, and slipped into it. Since it was designed as a jacket, not a dress, it did not cover her as well as she would have wished, but it did hide all the naughty bits -- barely. "Barely is the perfect word," she thought as she looked down at herself. The jacket had only two buttons, one about half-way between her breasts and her bellybutton, the other midway between her bellybutton and the top of her vaginal slit. This meant that the inner sides of her breasts were fully exposed by the low cleavage, almost to her nipples, her nipples which were poking hard into the jacket, the unlined cloth teasing those most sensitive tips. Also, the jacket barely reached the bottom of her bottom, just touching the very top of the holdup stockings. If she stood still, she would be covered, but if she walked the jacket would pull apart at the front, letting her sparse pussy hair to flash out through the opening. Just as bad, there was a long rear vent, reaching almost to her waist. If she bent over, even a little, not only would she be showing her bare legs above the white stockings, but the jacket could fall open, showing her ass through the crack in the cloth -- showing her crack through the crack; she started to giggle hysterically.

She sat down on the receptionist's chair. The strips of cloth felt strange to her skin as she sat on that rough fringe, so she stood up, pulled the fringe and jacket up and sat back down, her bare bottom on the chair. The rough cloth of the chair teased and tickled her sensitive skin, arousing her yet again. She kept her legs tight together, as the jacket was falling on either side of her legs, her flowing cunt hidden from view only by the shadow between her legs.

She had answered a couple of quick questions for clients who had stepped in and was relaxing for a moment when she saw Josie step out into the lobby. Josie was this year's summer student, and looked like the stereotypical B-movie starlet. She was about five foot seven inches tall, with larger breasts that Leila's, probably a 36D, with very womanly hips as well. She had long, tousled blonde hair, and her sweet starlet's face looked even younger than her nineteen years. When Leila had first met Josie, she had been sure that she would be a bubble-brained floozy who would survive by flirting with the bosses, sleeping her way to the top. Leila blushed at the memory of that very unfair thought. Josie was actually quite as smart as she was, and was a hard worker. They had spent several evenings together, working overtime, and Leila had become very fond of Josie. She was very shy, as shy as Leila ("As I used to be," Leila thought blushing at the memories of her public exhibitions), but had trouble being taken seriously.

"I'm sorry, Leila," she murmured, "I should have stopped them." Tears welled up in her gentle blue eyes.

"Don't be foolish, Josie. What could you have done? It isn't that serious. You mustn't let those lovely eyes get all red. I'll survive. I survived the others."

"That's what I don't understand. How could you get naked in public like that?" Josie's voice trembled with emotion, Leila wasn't sure just which emotion, but definitely a strong one to cause such a quiver.

"I didn't 'get naked'. I was stripped by others, like today. Once that has happened, what can you do? The only thing to do is just make the best of it. I'll tell you the whole story sometime, if you still want to be friends."

"Of course I want to be friends. You are so brave." There was a short pause as the two girls looked at each other, then Josie continued, just as Phil stepped into the lobby. "I have an extra blouse and panties in my locker. I'll give them to you to wear for the rest of the day. I'm sorry that's all I can do."

"You don't want to do that, Josie." Phil's voice caused both girls to jump. "If you give Leila anything to wear, we'll just take it away from her. And to ensure you don't try to give her anything else, we'll take away everything you are wearing as well." Josie clasped her arms across her breasts as though she had already been stripped.

"I promised her..." she began.

"Don't bother, Josie," Leila broke in. "It's not worth hurting yourself, particularly as I'm sure Phil will carry out his threat, and I'll be even worse off than I am now. You'd better get back to work. And don't worry about me, I'll be quite all right." Leila wasn't sure if she really would be all right, but she wanted desperately to reassure Josie, probably the only real friend she had at the office.

The rest of the morning just seemed to crawl by. She spent much of the time with a hand between her thighs, fondling herself. The receptionist's chair was sodden with her juices, and the lobby reeked with the odour of sex.

Shortly after noon, a large group of her co-workers left together for lunch. Almost everyone who had seen her little exhibition in the lunchroom was in the group, except for Josie and the three ringleaders.

About ten minutes later, Josie came into the lobby and asked her if she had brought her lunch. "Not today, love. I was planning to go out for lunch, but I think maybe I will just skip it today."

"I was going to go out too. Look, why don't I slip over to the Food Court, and pick up something for the two of us, maybe soup and sandwiches. We can eat it in the lunch room."

"That is a marvellous idea, Josie. I'd like..."

"I've an even better idea!" Once again Phil's voice caused the two girls to jump, and they saw the three ringleaders standing right beside them. "We're taking you out to lunch with the rest of the staff, Leila. You're invited too, Josie."

"I can't go out like this!" cried Leila.

"Why not? You are fully covered, unlike those other times we've seen the pictures of. Dinner's on us. You'll have to buy your own, Josie."

"I just couldn't!"

"Let me put it this way, your jacket is going to that restaurant with me, but if you aren't there to bring it back, it will stay there!" Leila shuddered at the thought of being left naked again, and then sighed. Phil's eyes were hard, and she knew he would do as he had promised. Mrs. Renwicke face had a hard smile that looked downright evil. Brad's face showed primarily lust. Only Josie showed any signs of compassion, her sweet mouth slightly open, her eyes wide with shock. Knowing she was beaten, Leila stood up slowly. She would be in the noon-hour rush again. Fortunately, this time she would at least not be naked. The micro dress would cover her -- more or less.

"Just one second," said Mrs. Renwicke. "That fringe is looking pretty tatty." Leila glanced down at the remains of her skirt. The 'fringes' had begun to fray, and it did look rather untidy. "We can't have a member of this firm looking like that." She reached down and grabbed a handful of the strips of dress, giving them a hard yank. Since the remains of the skirt had been held on only by a single button, the zipper having been cut away, the button popped right off, and the skirt was hanging from Mrs. Renwicke's hand. "That looks much better."

The three of them hustled her out of the door, to the elevator. Josie followed, determined not to abandon her new friend. As they waited for the elevator, Mrs. Renwicke dropped the fringe into the garbage bag of a janitor's cart that stood nearby.

As they all rode down the elevator, Leila shivered, wondering what the rest of the day had in store for her.

Leila's Picnic Weekend, Part 7
The five co-workers strode out of the building onto the busy sidewalk. Four of them were wearing normal office clothing, but Leila was only wearing a long suit jacket, white holdup stockings and pumps. As Phil and Brad hurried her along the sidewalk, through the mass of pedestrians, her pubic hair was visible when the bottom front of the jacket was forced apart with each long stride. They reached the corner just as a bus pulled up to the stop. The boys hustled her aboard. She knew that they and all the other people behind could see her naked buttocks underneath the short jacket as she climbed the three large steps. Phil paid her fare, and forced her quickly to the back of the bus. Josie held her hand gently, pressing it to give her moral support. As the bus started off, both girls had to throw their free hands up to catch the grab bar above their heads. Of course, standing with her arm stretched up above her head pulled the jacket up exposing her naked cunt to the five strangers sitting on the bench seat in front of her. She was certain that the people sitting on the other bench could see almost her entire round ass, peeking out beneath the micro-dress.
A hand started to caress her left buttock, and a second later another one started to massage her right cheek. She didn't bother to look around, knowing that Brad and Phil were deliberately teasing her, feeling her up and in that very act opening the jacket vent so that there was no question her ass was totally displayed to the strangers behind her. They obviously wanted her to object, to draw even more attention to herself. Well, she would not give them that satisfaction. She ignored the hands moving over her soft globes, the fingers running up and down the crack of her ass, the single finger toying with her tight sphincter, she ignored it all. Or, at least, she tried to ignore it. However, her body would not let her, her vagina, which had dried up from the fear she had felt on the street started to flow again. Her vaginal lips started to twitch from the sensations, her nipples hardened again against the rough cloth of the jacket, the sensation feeding back on itself: the cloth tickling her nipples caused the nipples to harden more, this caused them to rub against the cloth, which again increased the hardness. She was so unbelievably horny. Her vagina was a swamp. She felt a stream of her juices start to run down her thigh, as her cunt lips twitched again and again, causing her cunt to wink at the strangers in front of her. With one hand held by Josie, and the other holding the bar above her head, there was nothing she could do about that drip.

Suddenly she felt a finger touch the inside of her knee and slide up her thigh, wiping up her cunt juice. She glanced down to see the businessman seated directly in front of her, sensuously lick a very wet finger. The humiliation of a stranger tasting her cunt juices, caused a shudder to run through her. But her arousal did not decrease. Unbelievably, it increased yet again. The stranger's hand returned to her body, three fingers sliding up and down her vagina, rubbing along those sensitive lips. Suddenly she felt the middle finger slide into her cunt, then back out as the two other fingers ran back and forth along her lips. The feeling of this item pumping in and out of her brought her over the top. She let her head fall back and moaned as she climaxed, trying unsuccessfully to stifle the sound. As she tried to recover, her breasts rising and falling against the jacket as the men on the bench stared at her, astounded. The hands on her buttocks had stopped for a second, but now the caresses began again. Her businessman was no longer pumping her, but his finger was still totally buried in her cunt. How could she have let herself be frigged, be frigged by a stranger, be frigged by a stranger in public? How could she let two other men fondle her nude bottom in public, showing it off to others? She was acting like a total slut.

"Hey, slut, our stop's next!" Mrs Renwicke's voice cut through her thoughts, and she glanced over at the sound to see her standing at the rear door of the bus, beside Phil and Brad. Beside Phil and Brad? Their hands were still on her bum! How could they be standing over ten feet away? She dropped Josie's hand and spun around, the businessman's finger slipping from her, leaving her cunt feeling empty. Two boys, both wearing the blue blazer of a local private school, were grinning at her. She was horrified. They couldn't be over sixteen, but she could see a lump in the front of each of their slacks.

"You got a lovely arse, lady!" exclaimed the older looking of the two. "Your pussy looks nice, too. Want us to stroke it?" The bus came to a stop at this moment, and Leila turned and fled out the back door, closely followed by the others in her party.

She practically fell down the steps of the bus, stumbling against a passing gentleman as she reached the sidewalk. This gentleman caught her before she fell, but his arm around her waist pulled her jacket up fully exposing her naked buttocks to the crowd on the sidewalk.

"Are you all right, miss?"

"Yes, thanks," she gasped as she slowly recovered h