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Wendy Mills worked for a fortune 500 Company in Houston. Each year the company hosted a company wide outing. This particular year, it was held at Astroworld, a Six Flags amusement park. The company had rented the entire park for the day and the general public was not allowed in. The company allowed access for immediate family and friends. Wendy and her husband Richard had no children but each liked the amusements so they decided to go.
Wendy had met Richard 12 years ago when she attended Texas A ‘why not just strip and get in the car. It would warm us up quickly and keep the car from getting too wet an interior.’ Richard was not as modest about public nudity as was Wendy. As an artist he frequently had live models in various states of undress and had on occasion been a nude model too. He felt so cold that it did not seem to matter. He needed to get warm and soon and he was sure that Wendy was as uncomfortable as he was. He quickly looked around the parking lot and when he was convinced that no one was watching, he stripped off the wet clothes and tossed them into the back of the 4-Runner.
“What are you doing?” He heard as he slipped behind the wheel and started the car. Richard looked at Wendy and replied, “I am drier and more comfortable already. Do the same and let’s go.”
Wendy hesitated for about 5 seconds, contemplating the situation and weighing the proposed solution. Finally, she made her decision to join him. She looked around furtively, and then quickly removed her t-shirt and shorts leaving her wet bikini on. As she slipped into the front passenger seat, she leaned towards Richard and spying his clothes in the back cargo area, tossed hers to join them.
She looked him in the eye and nervously snapped, “Let us go, but don’t do anything to bring attention to us! The lycra bikini was nearly transparent. Wendy’s nipples were poking out and her areola was plainly visible under the thin fabric. Looking down Wendy could see her neatly trimmed public hair and her vaginal lips were puffy, bulging and showing quite prominently under the nearly transparent bikini thong. She was glad that the sun was setting and she would be protected from displaying her privates by the welcome darkness. She thought that while the attention was great, she would not choose this as an undergarment again. She had never tested it while wet and seriously underestimated the fabrics’ ability to display her as naked when wet.
“I must have put on quite a show today,” Wendy said hoping to get his opinion on how revealing she might have been.
“Yes, you were quite bold. I’m sure you hardened a few cocks today, including mine,” Richard said as he stoked his stiffened cock a few times.
Wendy looked down at his stiff cock and shivered from the cold and from the excitement she knew would come from playing with it at home. “I didn’t realize it was so sheer when wet. I wouldn’t have worn it if I had known,” Wendy said admitting her mistake.
“You’re usually a tease, but a modest one, until today,” Richard said playing on her doubts and fears that she over exposed herself.
“Do you think I over did kahramanmaraş escort it,” Wendy asked with true concern?
“It was just an honest mistake. There weren’t any kids paying attention to you. It was mostly young guys, studs, that were doing double takes. It seemed there were a few girls too. You didn’t get wet until an hour ago, so it’s not like you were exposed for very long. Besides, your T-shirt and shorts tended to obscure, unless you were a few feet away. It was the guys up close that got quite an eyeful,” Richard said knowing that she was now embarrassed by the experience.
“You never know. I might just do it again,” Wendy said with a tone of defiance. She lied. She had no intention of ever wearing this bikini in public, even if it were used as underwear like it had been today.
Richard could sense that she was bothered about the incident even though her words were rather bold. “Babe, you turn heads what ever you wear. Today they just got a much bigger eyeful,” Richard said.
Richard was surprised when, on Thunder River, water splashed against Wendy’s side. It took a few moments before the fabrics transformed and the other riders in the raft were treated to her sexy nipples pointing earnestly from their once opaque concealment. It made a couple of the young guys in the raft exchange glances that Richard was sure meant: “Wow! Look at those! Damn! Is she hot! Damn! Are we lucky to be here right now!”
Richard was less nervous and tried to assuage her fears. “Since it’s dusk and growing darker by the minute. No one is likely to see us in our moving car.”
“I think your right. Let’s get out of here before any lines begin to form at the exit.”
Richard responded by putting the car in gear.
“Just don’t do anything to draw attention to us,” Wendy repeated.
A small child came running between cars and Richard hit the brakes abruptly. Wendy had her iced drink in hand with the top off sipping the coke when the abrupt stop caused her to spill some down her chin to her breast and stomach. As she composed herself from the shock of the icy coke running on her goose bumped flesh, the rivelets gathered in her lycra bikini bottom.
“Damn these kids,” Richard muttered.
“Oh! That’s cold,” Wendy gasped. The sticky coke was so cold that it hurt her as it’s icy tentacles raced down her already chilled chest and tummy to her puffy vaginal lips. Wendy sucked in her breath and held it. The bikini was now the repository of pain from the frigid liquid held in its’ fibers. She had to escape the painful grasp of the cold wet clothes. Moments later, she had her freshly moistened bikini removed, and threw the coke soaked clothes in the back to join the rest of their clothes. “So much for modesty,” Wendy sighed. She was clearly more uncomfortable now that she was totally nude.
“Just don’t do anything to draw attention to us,” Wendy repeated.
“I am enjoying this heat. How are you?” he asked.
“Yes it’s great to get out of those wet clothes, but I’ll be nervous about being seen until I am safe at home. I feel so visible, kastamonu escort so vulnerable. I am glad it is almost dark “, she answered.
“No one will see us, at least not for long, and if they do, we are just anonymous strangers. Besides you are so good looking that any guy that might see you will just get horny and bang his girlfriend or wife tonight.”
“Just drive carefully”, Wendy said sharply. She was nervous about being nude. She certainly had more reason. Her bare breasts were on display in the dim light. Richard was a guy and accustomed to going topless with no care at all. The thought that a guy that saw her bare breasts would get aroused was itself an arousing idea. A component of Wendy’s jitters were a degree of sexual excitement besides the fear of getting caught.
The Miller’s lived in North West Houston. It was free way nearly all the way home. Richard’s biggest concern was that they might get stuck in some traffic from construction or an accident and possibly have some embarrassing moments. As Richard pondered the possibilities, he wished now that he had not tossed his clothes so far back. On the other hand, the cargo area was the only place with a rubber mat to protect the upholstery. If they did encounter some slow traffic, and it looked like someone might see them, it would produce some embarrassing moments. That was a chance that they were willing to take due to their present discomfort.
The first seven miles were comforting. The heater was soothing their once numb bodies and Richard did not feel like he was wearing a wet diaper for the first time in a couple of hours. Traffic was heavy, but flowing nicely, with no problems in sight as far as he could see. Then, he noticed a police car with its lights on just behind them. He didn’t panic. This happens all the time. Richard was not speeding or going too slow or driving erratically. He just knew that the police were not after him. He eased into the rightmost lane so that the police could pass them, but the police moved in behind them and beeped the siren for an instant.
“Oh shit,” Richard said!
“He is not after us,” Wendy said with a bit of fear and surprise in her voice!
“I think he is,” Richard said softly.
“We can’t stop when we are naked. Oh shit! What are we going to do,” Wendy wondered aloud. Her frustration was clear in her voice and growing to a frenzied panic as she realized that there was nothing around her to cover her nakedness.
Richard began to move slowly to the side of the road and slow down. Eventually the 4-Runner came to a stop as far away from traffic as Richard could safely drive it without easing into the muddy area along the road. There was 5 or 6 feet from his door to the traffic lane to the left of him. The police car stopped a cars length behind them and kept the flashing lights on to keep the considerable traffic from hitting them. The lights also attracted attention to them. The powerful colored strobe lights flashed on them and Richard could tell that each car that passed was looking and then taking double looks when they were kayseri escort close enough to see inside their car.
“This is not happening to us!” Wendy whispered. A whisper is worse than a yell when it comes from Wendy. Her whisper is her most serious tone of voice. It is used to say “I love you,” after throes of passion, but it would also be used on a home intruder, as she cocked the shotgun and whispered, “Good riddens asshole!”
The Miller’s had both heard stories of people in Houston shot for giving a police officer a reason to think they were up to something threatening. It was already the heavier part of dusk and the officer must have been able to see at least their heads in the silhouette of the patrol car lights. If Wendy tried to quickly grab something from the cargo area, she would have to span the back seat and then back to the cargo area. It could very well look threatening in this dim light combined with police strobes. Wendy leaned back and saw that her clothes were piled up against the back tailgate. She reasoned that the reach was too great to make a grab for them without climbing over the seat and appearing weird and threatening. The clothes would unfortunately have to wait. She was mentally preparing for the police officers arrival.
“Do you think, if I went after my clothes, I would look threatening,” Wendy asked?
“I don’t know babe.” Richard answered.
Wendy remained still for a moment and then started to look frantically around her hoping that she could find something: anything to help cover her embarrassing nakedness. She found nothing but her hands.
“Damn”, she said, and Richard had to agree.
The officer approached Richard’s window and shined her flashlight on the two of them. Richard was surprised that the officer was female and was hoping that Wendy would feel a little less awkward about being naked in the presence of another female than if it were a male officer. He glanced at Wendy and she did not look relieved. The officers name tag read T. Garcia.
“You are both naked,” T Garcia stated as she alternately shone her flashlight on the Millers naked bodies.
Richard thought and hoped that once officer Garcia established the fact that a naked person was no threat to her that she would remove the flashlights spotlight, but he was mistaken. She pointed it between them so that both Wendy and Richard were both always clearly visible. This was a bonus for the slowly moving cars in the rightmost lane. Richard watched as the cars occupants clearly stared at the naked couple.
Wendy was covering up as best she could using both hands placed over her breasts and pubic area. She was getting angry that T. Garcia continued to shine the light and she felt very vulnerable and embarrassed being put in a spotlight in the nearly dark early eve.
“Good evening officer. I can explain our being naked”, Richard offered meekly.
After shining the flashlight slowly over the couple again she said, “Please do.”
“We’re going home from Astroworld. We’d gotten all wet on a water ride and were freezing when the sun began to go down. Since it was dusk and almost dark we just decided to strip and drive home. Our wet clothes are in the back cargo area,” Richard blurted out nervously. The officer shined her flashlight on Wendy, and then, back on Richard.
“I need your drivers license, her drivers license, and your proof of insurance”, officer Garcia instructed.
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