Nancy Johnson was beside herself with anticipation as she scrubbed the countertop around the kitchen sink. The counter was already spotless and Nancy knew she was just burning off nervous energy waiting for Wendy’s arrival this afternoon. Calm down, she told herself, or you’re going to have a nervous breakdown before Wendy ever makes it to graduation.

Nancy put away the cleaning supplies and poured herself her usual glass of wine, then walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa to wait for Wendy’s arrival. On the coffee table in front of her was the summer job jar she’d placed there earlier and her excitement began building again as she wondered which one of the eleven envelopes Wendy would choose for her assignment today. Ultimately it didn’t really matter that much since they were all similar in nature and each task was designed to exhibit a fully nude Wendy to anonymous strangers for a relatively brief time. These summer “jobs” were intended as repetitive training to help prepare the girl for the next phase of her training in the fall. Still, the element of random chance provided another level of excitement for Nancy since even she didn’t know yet what Wendy had in store for her this afternoon.

Nancy thought again about how far the young co-ed had already come under her tutelage. She was convinced now that Wendy had both submissive and exhibitionist tendencies although they’d been deeply suppressed until Nancy had unlocked them. She saw herself as a kind of archeologist who was patiently sifting through the layers of Wendy’s psyche to uncover the secrets hidden beneath the surface. Watching the internal struggle between her conscious mind, which was genuinely mortified by her public nudity, and her subconscious, which got off on it and compelled her to obey, was absolutely delicious to watch. No, she really couldn’t have chosen a better girl to act out her fantasies than Wendy Wilson.

Nancy picked up the remote and turned on the TV, then began watching once again the digital recording of last week’s adventure at Lake Rutherford. There on the screen was Wendy, her body glistening with oil, walking nude along the beach as dozens of people stared. Nancy had watched this over and over again this past week, imagining herself as Wendy and bringing herself to numerous orgasms. She would’ve given just about anything to be able to trade places with Wendy…to be young and beautiful and compelled against her will to exhibit her nude body in public. Since that wasn’t possible she had to settle for the next best thing: living vicariously through Wendy’s exploits. That was still intensely exciting for her.

Nancy also worried constantly that something would happen to destroy what she’d so carefully and patiently created. She was playing a dangerous game and her own career and reputation were at risk if this ever became public. So the unexpected appearance of Sandra Clayton – one of Wendy’s professors – at the lake last week could’ve been disastrous if she’d seen Nancy there encouraging or directing Wendy in any way. Fortunately she’d been far enough away that Clayton hadn’t seen her but this reminded her that she needed to maintain a discreet distance while Wendy was out in public. This was also the reason she’d enlisted her friend Margaret to take pictures and videos since she was the owner of a lingerie shop and didn’t give a damn if anyone from the college saw her playing a role in Wendy’s nude excursions.

Nancy also knew that Wendy had gone home for a couple of days earlier in the week and this had worried her a little. She obviously couldn’t prevent the girl from visiting home but the distance and a change of scenery might have given Wendy the opportunity to re-think things. But she’d returned a couple of days later and was preparing for summer classes to begin next week so Nancy was confident that the co-ed was still firmly on the hook.

Nancy glanced at her watch and saw that Wendy would be here any minute. She flicked off the TV, looked excitedly at the summer job jar and then glanced out the window at the bright sunlit afternoon. It was going to be a hot one today.

Wendy

I’m not sure how long I stood in front of Nancy’s door without knocking but it must’ve been at least a couple of minutes. I raised my hand to knock several times but couldn’t go through with it. All the resolve I’d built up from the pep talks I’d been giving myself all day had suddenly evaporated. The door opened just as I raised my hand to make another attempt. “Are you going to stand out there all day, dear?” Nancy asked as she stepped aside so I could enter.

The first thing I saw as I entered was the summer job jar sitting on the coffee table and my stomach did a couple of nervous somersaults. I stood in her living room waiting for my instructions but Nancy remained silent as if she expected me to say something. She finally spoke up. “What, no demands or pleas or attempts to bargain today?”

“No, Nancy,” I sighed. “I’m here just like you wanted and I’ll do whatever it is I have to do today.”

“That’s great news, Wendy,” she responded with that maddening smirk of hers. “I think you’ve reached the acceptance stage now and that’s an important step for you. Hopefully we can dispense with all of the nonsense now and keep things as lighthearted and fun as possible.” Lighthearted and fun? I was tempted to say something snarky but thought better of it and kept my mouth shut.

“So,” she continued, “I think it’s time to establish a couple of new ground rules for you. First, from now on I want you to strip as soon as you arrive without being asked. There may be times in the future where you’ll leave the house dressed, and I’ll let you know if that’s the case, but none of your assignments this summer are going to require any clothes.” Nancy’s imperious tone was briefly interrupted by a short giggle at that last remark. She stopped talking and stared at me expectantly.

I slipped out of my sandals and then slid the straps of my summer dress from my shoulders and peeled the dress down my body to the floor and stepped out of it. Nancy’s eyes grew wide when she saw that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I knew she’d take this as another sign of my obedience and she’d be right. There was no question about what was going to happen today and I didn’t see the need to wear any extra clothing that I’d have to remove anyway. A broad smile spread across Nancy’s face as she gestured for me to sit down on the couch.

I looked nervously at the summer job jar in front of me as Nancy pulled up a chair and sat down on the opposite side of the coffee table. “Before we find out what you’ll be doing today I think I should tell you about the second ground rule.” I knew I wasn’t going to like whatever it was but I just nodded. “I’ve decided that all of your tasks this summer need to last at least twenty minutes. I think that’s a fair amount of time considering where you are in your training. It’s long enough to push you and insure that you’ll continue to progress but not so long that it’s beyond your current capabilities.” I was glad that Nancy didn’t know about my late night streak back home that ended up lasting over four hours or she might have decided that twenty minutes was much too short. It still sounded like an eternity to be out naked in broad daylight in the middle of the afternoon.

“If any of these tasks don’t take the full twenty minutes,” she continued, “then I’ll have you do an additional store walk to make up for it. So keep that in mind, Wendy, if you’re tempted to rush through your assignment today.”

“Nancy, how am I supposed to know when twenty minutes are up? It’s not like I’ll be wearing a watch or anything. Will you let me know or give me a signal or something?”

“I’m afraid not, dear. I guess you’ll either have to develop an internal clock or make sure you’re well past twenty minutes to be sure.”

“So even if I’m just a minute or two short I’ll still have to walk naked through an entire store?”

“That’s right. Some of the assignments, like the one at Lake Rutherford last week, will easily take twenty minutes to complete. But others you’ll definitely have to stretch them out.”

The thought of having to walk naked through a store in addition to whatever else I’d be doing today was more than a little unsettling. I decided that I’d better make sure that I used up the full twenty minutes on whatever crazy stunt I pulled out of the jar. “So Wendy, are there any other questions before we get started?” she asked.

“Yes. I asked you awhile back how often I’d be doing this kind of thing and you said that once I was ‘up to speed’ it would only be once or twice a month. So when does that start happening? Because you’ve been getting me naked a lot more than once or twice a month so far.”

“Well, dear, you’ve got to understand that you’re still in training now and have quite a ways to go until you’re fully up to speed. It’s important that you make steady progress so that means maintaining a consistent training schedule.” She made it sound like she was coaching me to compete in the Olympics or something.

“But, Nancy, how long do you think it’ll take before I’m fully trained?”

“I don’t have a set timetable for it, Wendy. It just depends on how quickly you progress. I’d say offhand that it would be by the beginning of next summer at the latest.”

“So then I’ll only have to do this once or twice a month, right?”

“Not necessarily,” Nancy responded. “What I said was one or two major adventures a month. That means spending a full day – or longer – out nude in public. We’ll get together more often than that for fun little adventures like we’re doing today.”

My jaw dropped when I heard that. “You consider this ‘little?’”

“Oh absolutely! And you will, too, by that time Wendy. Spending thirty minutes or so out naked in public will be a piece of cake for you by then. But like I said, that’s what we’re building toward so it’ll be awhile before we get there. In the meantime we’ll keep getting together every Saturday afternoon during the summer and if that works out well I may continue that routine after school starts in the fall.”

Listening to Nancy describe my future – and barring something unforeseen happening I knew this was going to be my future – stirred up all the usual conflicting emotions inside of me. I shifted uncomfortably on the couch and stared at the summer job jar in front of me. Nancy let me squirm for a minute before speaking again. “So if that’s it shall we pull out an envelope and see what we’ll be doing today?” I hated when she used the word “we” to describe what I’d be doing as if she’d be out strutting around naked too. I hesitated for a moment before reaching for the jar.

“Ah, hold on,” Nancy said and then picked the jar up and shook it to mix the envelopes up. “There you go,” she said giddily as she placed it back in front of me. My hand was trembling slightly as I pulled an envelope out and began nervously tearing it open. I took a deep breath and then began reading what Nancy had written in big block letters on the card:

TAKE A NUDE STROLL THROUGH KEGLER’S LANDING

Kegler’s Landing. I’d heard the name before but was only vaguely familiar with it. I knew it was some type of touristy place on the river on the north side of town but that’s about it. I was certain that strolling naked through the place was going to be simply awful, though.

“Let me see it!” Nancy said excitedly and I handed her the card. “Oh, that’s a good one! Have you ever been there before?”

“No. I’m not really familiar with the place.”

“Well, I guess we’re going to fix that today, aren’t we?” she said with a bright smile.

Three For The Road

“I just the love the way her nipples are constantly erect when she’s naked,” Margaret said.

“I know,” Nancy responded. “And the little man in the canoe comes out for air, too.”

“I wonder if she’ll masturbate in the car again? That was quite a show last week.”

“I bet she’d like to even if she manages to restrain herself this time.”

“You know, I’m right here,” I said from the back seat. “I can hear everything you guys are saying.” God I hate when they talk about me like this. Nancy chuckled from the driver’s seat and they both kept talking. I guess Margaret must be an official member of our little team now because we’d picked her up on our way to Kegler’s Landing, and she’d brought a bag full of photographic and video equipment with her.

The conversation thankfully turned to the hot weather as Nancy’s four-door sedan pulled onto the freeway on-ramp and began picking up speed. Today was the first ninety degree day of the summer and Nancy had the air conditioning cranked which only caused my nipples to become even harder. I stared out the window at the passing scenery and tried to mentally prepare myself for what was to come. I didn’t really have an image of the place I’d be strolling through which wasn’t necessarily a good thing since my imagination began running wild in picturing what it was going to be like. I tried to put it out of my mind but that was impossible. I finally spoke up during a break in the conversation up front. “Nancy, how long do you think this walk will take me if I go at a normal pace?”

“I walked it off when I was planning this and it took me a little over ten minutes,” she said.

“Ten minutes! That’s it? How am I supposed to stretch this to twenty then?” It seemed odd to feel disappointed that this wouldn’t last longer but I really didn’t want to add a store walk to today’s humiliation fest.

“Well, you don’t have to. There’s a supermarket near Kegler’s Landing that I’m sure would enjoy a naked visit by you today.”

“I’d rather get this over with in one shot if I can,” I said.

“Then I guess you’re going to have to take your sweet time then, Wendy. Do some window shopping outside some of the shops or even go into one and look around. Or you can stop to pose for pictures by Margaret or maybe even some by the tourists and locals. I’m sure there are a few who’d love your picture as a souvenir. It’s your choice.” It sounded absolutely horrible.

“There’s a beer garden if you want to stop in for a drink,” Margaret said brightly, obviously enjoying this. “I doubt they’ll serve you any alcohol without an ID but I’ll spring for a soft drink if you want one.”

“Thanks, Margaret, that’s very generous of you.”

“Ooh, she’s starting to get a little bitchy on us,” she chuckled and Nancy laughed along with her. I wonder how the hell these two managed to find each other anyway. I decided to keep my mouth shut and stared out the window, my anxiety building with each passing mile. Ever since going on that late night streak with my cousin Becky I’d been trying to convince myself that I must be an exhibitionist at heart and should just learn to enjoy this. It was a futile effort, though, and I was a bundle of nerves as I thought about what lay ahead of me. I don’t see how I’ll ever get used to this no matter how much I try to convince myself that I will or how often Nancy tells me that what I’m doing now will eventually be easy for me. I definitely didn’t want to think about what she had planned for me down the road after I was “up to speed.”

A few minutes later Nancy interrupted my thoughts. “We’ll be there in a few minutes, Wendy, so I’ll fill you in on how this is going to happen, okay?” I caught her glancing at me in the rearview mirror and I nodded. “This is going to be a simple A to B walk through the pedestrian area of Kegler’s Landing. I’ll drop you and Margaret off and after you get started I’ll drive the car to the other end where you’ll meet us. Pretty simple, really.”

Pretty simple except for the stark naked part, I thought. “I don’t know my way around there,” I said. “How will I know where to go?”

“Margaret knows,” she said. “She’ll be with you taking pictures and videos. It’s not really that hard anyway. You’ll just go a couple of blocks down one street and then hang a right and walk for a couple of hundred more yards down a pedestrian pathway. It’s not nearly as far as you had to walk last week at the lake which is why you’ll need to stretch this out if you want this to be all you have to do today.”

This new twenty minute rule that Nancy had cooked up really put a twist on things today. The idea of taking my time going through a busy tourist area sounded awful but so did having to add a second stop at a supermarket. I didn’t know much about Kegler’s Landing but I did know what it felt like to walk naked into a supermarket and I really, really didn’t want to do that today. I thought of another option that was only slightly better on the awfulness scale. “Nancy, why don’t you just leave the car parked where you drop me off and I’ll walk to one end and then back to the car? That will take up a full twenty minutes, right?”

“I thought about that, Wendy, but I think I like this plan better. It wouldn’t be as much fun to have you passing by the same people twice and I want to see how you handle this anyway. I’m curious about whether you’re willing to take it slow at this point in your career or if you’ll decide to walk at a normal pace and do a supermarket walk as well. This’ll be an interesting experiment.”

Career. Experiment. God, I hated some of the terminology that Nancy used to pretend that this was something more than just some perverted blackmail scheme she was using to get her kicks. As usual she was giving me a choice that was really no choice at all. Either way this was going to be a humiliating experience, which is exactly what she wanted.

“What about cops or security guards? I don’t want to be dawdling if there are security guards patrolling the area.” This was something I was really worried about after barely evading police the other night during my streak with Becky.

It was Margaret who spoke up now. “There are no security guards there, at least none that I’ve ever seen and I’ve been there quite a few times. I’ve never seen any cops either. It’s just a fun little tourist area and there aren’t usually many problems there.”

So do I keep a nice steady pace or take my time to stretch it out to twenty minutes? I really didn’t know yet what I was going to do. I decided to just play it by ear and see how bad this place was first.

Up ahead I could see the Kegler’s Landing exit sign and as Nancy flipped on the turn signal I swear my heart was beating so loud that it must’ve sounded to other cars like a thumping bass was coming from Nancy’s car speakers.

Kegler’s Landing

“Just go up to the corner and hang a left,” Nancy said. “Keep walking and Margaret will let you know where to go from there.”

We were parked in front of a house about half a block down from an open air café that I assumed marked the beginning of Kegler’s Landing. Margaret had already exited the car in order to get into position to photograph me getting out to begin my nude walk. Nancy had adjusted the rearview mirror so she could see me in the back seat and her eyes were staring intently at me. “What are you feeling right now, Wendy?”

“Nervous,” I said truthfully. “Very, very nervous.”

“And aroused?” she asked.

“Yes.” There was no point in denying it since my nipples were fully erect and the towel that she’d placed in the backseat for me to sit on was growing damp.

“I can smell your arousal from up here, Wendy. It smells delicious.” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat hating the fact that I couldn’t control my body or my reactions to this. “Someday you’ll thank me for this, Wendy, you really will. You’ll miss it when it’s over.” I let out a short bitter laugh.

Nancy continued staring at me for a few moments before she spoke again. “You can go at any time, Wendy, and the clock will start as soon as you’re out of the car.” She reached over and opened the glove compartment and pulled out a cheap digital watch. “Here, I’ve even got a stopwatch that I’ll use so you don’t think that I’m trying to screw you. Give me twenty minutes and we’ll call it a day. Any less than that and we’ll be making another stop.”

I didn’t see anyone nearby and began doing my internal pep talk. Just get this over with, Wendy. It’s just twenty minutes out of your life. You’ve done this kind of thing before and you can do it again. I took a deep breath, pulled on the door handle and swung my bare legs out of the open door. After exiting the car and closing the door behind me I heard the lock click shut. Nancy was beaming at me from the driver’s seat. She raised the watch to the window to show that she’d started the stopwatch and then wiggled her fingers as a goodbye wave. I turned and began walking toward the café.

The first immediate sensation came from the heat of the pavement on my bare feet. After riding in an air conditioned car I’d forgotten how hot it was out today and I was forced to move at a brisk pace. There was no way in hell I was going to last twenty minutes out here if the pavement was this hot the whole way.

The weird sensation of being nude outside in a public place also hit me just as it always did. My entire body tingled as if there was an electrical current running through it and my senses were on full alert. I stared down at the ground in front of my feet as if diverting my eyes would somehow keep others from seeing me. As I approached the corner I glanced up and saw that the café was actually one of those specialty coffee shops and some of the people sitting at the tables outside had already taken notice of me. I turned left at the corner as Nancy had instructed and passed through several short metal poles planted in the pavement to prevent cars from passing. I was now on a pedestrian street.

Each side of the street was lined with trees and the tree cover provided shade which also made the pavement considerably cooler here. To my right an older couple stared wordlessly at me from one of the park benches that lined both sides of the street and I hurried past them. I passed by several shops selling souvenirs and clothing but there weren’t many people on the street in front of me so I decided to slow down and get my bearings. I walked over to one of the park benches and sat down.

I knew I couldn’t have done this in the past when it’d been all I could do to keep myself from running to get away from staring eyes. I guess this was just another sign of my “progress” and even though I was still terribly nervous and embarrassed I could control it better now. I surveyed my surroundings and saw that there weren’t many people nearby, but down the street where I’d come from were some gawkers. So far they’d been mostly middle-aged and older couples and I wondered if maybe this was a place that didn’t appeal much to younger people. I tried to mentally calculate just how long it’d taken me to walk this far but it was already such a blur that I really had no idea. It might’ve been two minutes, it might’ve been five. I looked back to where I’d started from and saw that I really hadn’t come very far at all yet. Maybe a little more than a block.

Since it was fairly quiet where I was sitting I resolved to burn off a little time since this was marginally better than walking through a crowded supermarket anyway. That’s when I saw Margaret stroll up to me and snap a picture. I’d almost forgotten about her although I knew she must’ve been nearby this whole time.

“Having fun yet, Wendy?” she smiled.

“No,” I said as I saw a middle-aged couple staring at me as they walked by on the other side of the street. “Where do I go from here anyway?”

“Well you have to hang a right up there unless you want to go for a swim.” I looked down the street and saw she was right; the street ended in less than a block and I could see sunlight reflecting off the river. Margaret pointed her digital camera at me again and snapped another picture. “Spread your legs for me, Wendy,” she said.

“No fucking way, Margaret.”

“Yes fucking way, Wendy. You have to obey me the same as you do Nancy or we’ll have you doing another lingerie show in my store this afternoon. There aren’t that many people on this part of the street so as long as you’re sitting on this bench I want those legs spread wide.”

“Fine,” I snapped and got to my feet and started walking again. It was bad enough when I had one psycho bitch giving me orders and now I had two of them. Nancy, at least, kept her distance while I was out in public.

I was determined now to spend the full twenty minutes out here because I’d be damned if I was going to walk naked through a supermarket today if I could help it. I kept walking toward the end of the street at as slow a pace as I could manage but as I turned the corner I stopped dead in my tracks. Just up ahead was a group of six teenage boys walking toward me.

They were about college age with athletic builds and looked like they might be part of a team or something. I was worried for a minute that they might even be from my college until I saw the name of a nearby rival college on several of their t-shirts. One of the boys spotted me and a grin spread across his face as he nudged the guy next to him and pointed. The group came to a sudden halt and I saw a dozen eyes staring at me.

I lowered my eyes to the pavement and began walking again, fighting the urge to cover up or run. This pedestrian pathway was considerably narrower than the street I’d been on so I had no choice but to pass by within a few feet of them. I was waiting to hear rude remarks or catcalls but they just stared silently as I walked by until one of them said, “Hey, what’s your name?”

“Wendy,” I replied, not knowing why.

“Wendy, you’re gorgeous,” he responded.

I wish I could describe to you the many emotions I was feeling knowing these six good-looking boys my age were drinking in the sight of my nude body as I walked by just a few feet away. Yes, I was deeply embarrassed but I have to admit now, if I’m going to be honest, that it was thrilling too. My breathing became shallower as the familiar feelings of arousal started building. I looked back over my shoulder and expected to see them following me but they’d stayed rooted to the same spot, still staring at me with smiles on their faces.

To my left was a souvenir shop with some t-shirts, sunglasses, and trinkets on display outside. I walked over and pretended to look them over, standing in plain view of the boys just twenty feet away. I’m just taking my time because I have to, I told myself, but I kept sneaking peeks over at them. I knew what kind of show I was putting on and I rationalized that I might as well do it in front of them as some middle-aged tourists down the street. I was still a little shocked by what I was doing, though.

I was becoming incredibly turned on now and began fighting off the intense feelings washing over me just as I’d been forced to do last week while taking the open air shower on the beach at Lake Rutherford. I’m going to come one of these days while doing this, I told myself. Please, please don’t let it be today! To my right I spotted Margaret with her video camera filming the whole thing and this was enough to jar me into action again. I took a deep, calming breath and began walking again.

Keggers Landing

Up ahead I saw Nancy’s car parked on the street and Nancy watching me from a nearby bench with a big shit-eating grin on her face. How long had I been out here now? Twenty minutes? Fifteen? Less than that? I really didn’t know. Time seemed to stand still while I was doing this kind of thing and it was impossible for me to accurately measure it. It wouldn’t do me any good to ask someone the time either since I didn’t know what time I’d started. I’m sure that’d been Nancy’s intention.

After leaving the boys behind I’d kept a steady pace past various shops and cafes and now found myself standing near the beer garden that Margaret had talked about earlier. I could already hear the buzz coming from it as the patrons began noticing the naked girl standing on the street outside. The reception I’d gotten from the people I’d passed so far had been mostly positive and this had helped my fragile psyche a little. I guess this was the kind of place where people came to relax and have fun so they weren’t inclined to get too tweaked about the sight of a nude girl. This had made it slightly easier for me and I decided that since I’d lasted this long I was going to make sure that I was well past twenty minutes before I got back into Nancy’s car. That meant killing at least another five minutes or so, but where was I going to do it? Nancy’s car couldn’t have been more than twenty yards away and I didn’t just want to stand here for that long. There was no shade here anyway and the pavement was already starting to cook my bare feet and my skin was glistening with perspiration.

I guess Margaret must’ve sensed my dilemma because she walked up to me with a couple of dollar bills in her hand. “My offer’s still good if you want to go in for a drink,” she smirked. I looked over at the beer garden and back at the bills in her hand. Was I really considering doing this? I was hot, thirsty, and my feet were burning up but could I really walk naked into a beer garden full of people and order a drink? I looked back again and saw the name above the entrance: Keggers Landing, an obvious play on the name Kegler’s Landing. It seemed like everyone in the place was already staring at me anyway. I grabbed the bills from her hand and headed for the entrance.

The beer garden was larger than I expected with about fifty or so picnic tables and a view looking out over the river. Rows of large canopies sheltered the drinkers from the hot sun overhead and I immediately felt cooler once inside. It also looked like this was the most popular spot in Kegler’s Landing and the tables were filled with a younger crowd than I’d seen before.

To get to the bar required walking down a central aisle all the way to the rear and I immediately regretted doing this the moment I entered, but for some reason I kept going. I guess the autopilot had kicked in and I just kept putting one foot in front of the other as cheers and whistles came from the crowd. There were a couple of twenty-something bartenders behind the bar – a male and a female – and both were laughing as I approached. There were also several people in front of me in line and I was forced to wait until it was my turn. I couldn’t have felt more awkward or embarrassed as I stood there as flashes from cameras started popping around me. God this was stupid, I told myself, but I was committed now. At least this was much cooler than if I’d been out on the street and I actually was pretty thirsty. Those were the reasons I told myself why I was doing this, anyway.

When it was my turn the female bartender looked at me with a crooked grin on her face. “Let me guess, you lost a bet?”

“Yes,” I lied.

“Well, I’ll need an ID and you don’t look like you have one on you,” she laughed.

“I just want a bottle of water,” I said wondering if I should just turn around and flee before this got any worse. She turned to the other guy behind the bar and said, “What do you think, Todd? Should we serve her?”

Todd shrugged and smiled, his eyes roaming up and down my body. “Sure, why not? On a hot day like this a girl’s gotta keep cool.”

The girl behind the bar retrieved a bottle of water and plunked it down in front of me. “That’ll be a buck fifty,” she said and I put the pair of dollar bills that Margaret had given me on the bar. “Keep the change,” I said and then started back up the aisle toward the front until I saw an empty table. I sat down on the bench with my back facing the table top and took a sip of my water. I was sitting right in the middle of the crowd and everyone was looking at me.

This whole thing had become completely surreal now and so unlike anything the old me would’ve ever done that I almost felt like I could leave my body and observe myself from a distance. The buzz from the crowd continued to get louder but the sound felt muted and very far away now. I lowered my eyes to avoid the stares of those around me but it was no use; I was completely exposed to dozens of people on every side of me. Blood was pounding through my head and my feelings of utterly naked vulnerability and humiliation were fueling another wave of arousal. This had been a very, very bad idea.

I put the bottle of water on the table and attempted to get to my feet but my legs felt as wobbly as a new born calf’s and I couldn’t seem to move. I grabbed the edge of the bench with both hands to steady myself and tried to fight off the wave that was getting ready to crest, but I knew there was no stopping it this time. I closed my eyes, shook my hair over my face, and bit my lip as my body shuddered with an intense orgasm.

I held my breath for a few moments before exhaling deeply but I was sure that the people surrounding me must have known what had just happened. I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to see the faces or reactions of the people around me, and wished more than anything that I could transport myself to some other place and time. I don’t know how long I sat there with my eyes closed…probably no more than a minute…but it felt like an eternity.

The strength began returning to my legs and I leapt up from the picnic table bench and fled from the beer garden, not stopping until I reached Nancy’s car. Thankfully it was unlocked and I pulled open the back door and crawled inside, then curled up in a ball and began sobbing. Moments later Nancy entered the front seat and turned back to me. I looked up at her through the tears and without a word she held up the stopwatch to answer the question that I hadn’t needed to ask. The seconds were still ticking off and Nancy pushed a button to freeze it. It read 19:32.

“So close,” Nancy said. “So close.”

Late Night Reflections

Nancy Johnson lit the candle she’d placed on her coffee table, turned off the lights, and then sat on the sofa and began staring at it. This was a form of meditation she used to help calm and focus her mind and she needed that right now. Her mind had been racing at about a million miles an hour ever since the events this afternoon at Kegler’s Landing and she needed to calm down if she was ever going to get some sleep tonight. She’d viewed the video and all of the pictures that Margaret had taken today and had already brought herself to several orgasms tonight, yet thoughts about Wendy’s adventure kept racing through her mind.

Staring at the flame did help calm her mind to an extent but she wasn’t able to completely put aside thoughts of today’s events. After about ten minutes she gave up and began reflecting on them again. The unpredictable Wendy had once again surprised her and Nancy needed to think about what this meant for the future.

Nancy had really thought that the girl would choose to walk through Kegler’s Landing as quickly as possible and then do the supermarket walk, but Wendy had apparently been hell-bent to avoid the second nude walk. That in itself wasn’t as surprising as the ways she’d chosen to slow her pace: by pretending to look at trinkets just a few feet away from a group of gawking college boys and then going into the beer garden and ordering a drink. This helped to further confirm her belief that Wendy was really an exhibitionist, no matter how much the girl wanted to deny this about herself or how reluctant she was to participate in these nude games. At the very least the girl was becoming a true exhibitionist through experience and training even if she hadn’t started out as one.

Nancy smiled again thinking about Wendy’s orgasm in the beer garden. Margaret had caught the whole thing on video and Nancy must have watched it a dozen times already. The girl had done her best to try to suppress it and hide it, but it would’ve been obvious to anyone sitting nearby what had happened. The beer garden had been a bridge too far for Wendy at this point in her career and it had reduced her to a puddle of tears for a few minutes in the car. The remarkable thing, though, was that it had been Wendy herself who had pushed herself to her limits and then beyond. Going into a bar in the nude and ordering a drink was one of the things that Nancy had planned for Wendy in the future but only after the girl had gained a lot more experience. But Wendy had taken the leap herself today with only a little prompting from Margaret. Amazing!

And even after breaking down in the car, Wendy had quickly regained her composure and did the nude walk through the supermarket without hesitation. Nancy could tell that she’d already lost some of the fear and trepidation about it since the first time and had marched resolutely through it like she was on a mission. Wendy’s progress from even just a couple of weeks ago was remarkable.

Wendy had done so well today that Nancy had even briefly considered moving her ahead into the next phase of her training, but quickly rejected that idea. Now that the beautiful co-ed was able to go fully nude out into public at her command there was no need to rush things, and there were quite a few fun little tasks for her to do in the summer job jar anyway. Just relax and enjoy this summer, Nancy told herself. I’ll up the ante in the fall.

Nancy thought again about how remarkable it was that Wendy had been able to stretch a ten minute walk to at least twenty-three minutes or more. She wasn’t exactly sure herself just how long it had taken. You see, the lovely, adorable, but naïve Wendy hadn’t thought about the fact that a digital stopwatch has a pause function.

Nancy smiled and blew out the candle.

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