Gina’s eyes fluttered open to the insistent beeping of her alarm, her head foggy from the late-night binge-watching shows until the wee hours. She groaned, slapping the clock silent, her dark hair a tangled mess spilling over her pillow. Barely thinking, she shuffled to the bathroom, the cool tile biting at her feet as she stripped off her sleep shirt and panties, letting them pool on the floor.

The shower’s warm spray hit her skin like a gentle caress, soothing the ache in her muscles, but her mind was elsewhere—half-asleep, replaying fragments of a dream she couldn’t quite grasp.

She lathered soap over her perky D-cup tits, the suds sliding down her flat stomach to her smooth, bald pussy, the warmth making her nipples harden slightly under the stream. Rinsing off, she felt a lazy contentment, unaware of how the water traced every curve of her bubble butt, leaving her skin flushed and sensitive.

Stepping out, she grabbed a towel, wrapping it loosely around her body as she faced the mirror, her reflection showing a girl who looked more awake than she felt.

Drying off quickly, Gina reached for her moisturizer, squirting a generous dollop into her palms. She rubbed it into her shoulders first, then down her arms, the creamy lotion making her skin gleam under the bathroom light. Moving lower, she worked it over her full tits, her fingers brushing her nipples accidentally, sending a faint tingle through her.

She didn’t linger, though—too tired for that—smoothing the lotion down her tight tummy, then to her thighs. Kneeling slightly, she coated her calves, then stood to massage it into her plump ass cheeks, the motion parting them just enough to feel the air on her exposed pussy lips. By the end, her body glistened, soft and inviting, but Gina yawned, oblivious to how fuckable she looked, her bald slit peeking subtly as she adjusted the towel.

A splash of cold water to her face jolted her enough to head to her room. She sat at her vanity in just the towel, applying makeup with careful strokes—mascara to accent her doe eyes, lipstick that made her full lips pouty.

Her phone buzzed: ‘I’ll be there in 10,’ from Amy.

Gina sighed, wishing for more sleep, but beach days with her friend were always fun, even if Amy dragged her out so early. She finished up and flopped onto her bed, towel riding up her thighs, closing her eyes for just a minute.

Another buzz: ‘I’m here.’

Groggy, Gina pushed herself up, the towel barely covering her ass as she padded to the front door. She didn’t think twice. Amy was waiting, and Gina was too dumb and tired to grab clothes.

Stepping outside into the morning sun, the breeze tugged at the towel’s edge, but she held it in place, mumbling, “Good morning, Amy,” as she slid into the passenger seat of Amy’s car.

The leather seat was cool against her bare thighs, and she leaned back, exhaustion pulling her under.

“Hey, throw your towel in the back,” Amy said, her voice casual, eyes flicking over Gina’s barely covered form with a hidden gleam.

Gina blinked slowly, her brain lagging as usual. Without question, she unwrapped the towel, letting it fall away to reveal her naked body—perky tits bouncing free, nipples perking in the air-conditioned chill, her smooth pussy exposed between spread thighs, bubble butt shifting on the seat. She tossed the damp fabric behind her, a soft thud, and settled back, eyelids drooping.

“Hey, I like your bikini,” Amy said with a smirk.

“Oh, thanks. It’s OK, I suppose,” Gina said dumbly, not even realizing she was naked. “But I need a quick nap. I don’t know why you had to leave so early. The beach isn’t going anywhere,” Gina murmured, her voice sleepy and trusting, utterly unaware of how her bare pussy lips pressed against the seat, or the way her tits rose and fell with each breath.

Amy’s lips curved into a sly smile, her gaze lingering on Gina’s vulnerable form—the way her dark hair fanned out, her shaved mound glistening faintly from the lotion, ass cheeks spreading slightly as she dozed. Gina was such an easy mark, too gullible to realize she’d just stripped nude in broad daylight, steps from her door, where neighbors could peek.

Amy’s mind raced with plans: the beach parking lot first, maybe a ‘forgotten’ bag to make Gina dash out bare; then the crowded sands, prodding her into ‘accidental’ exposures, watching strangers ogle her tits and pussy while Gina blushed in shy confusion. The thought sent a thrill through Amy, her own pussy tingling at the control, the voyeuristic rush of parading her ditzy friend like a naked slut.

Gina sighed in her sleep, shifting so one leg bent, fully parting her bald pussy lips to show the pink inner labia, a drop of moisture from the lotion—or was it arousal from the subconscious exposure?—trailing down.

She felt safe with Amy, her best friend who always looked out for her, never suspecting the manipulations ahead. The car hummed along the highway, the sun climbing higher, promising a day of ‘fun’ that would leave Gina’s body on display, her naivety stripping her bare in more ways than one.

As the miles ticked by, Amy glanced over again, her hand itching to touch, to tease Gina awake with a finger along her slit, but she held back, savoring the buildup. Gina mumbled something incoherent, her tits jiggling with the road’s bumps, pussy exposed and ready for whatever prank came next. The beach loomed closer, and Amy’s excitement built, wondering just how far she could push her gullible plaything today.

Amy’s eyes scanned the road ahead, the highway stretching out under the rising sun, when a sign for a truck stop caught her attention—perfect timing to kick off the day’s fun. Her pussy clenched with anticipation, the thrill of Gina’s unwitting nudity already making her wet.

She flicked on the blinker and eased the car into the exit lane, pulling into the gravel lot dotted with semis and a few beat-up pickups. The coffee shop attached to the gas station looked dingy, its windows smudged, but it was isolated enough for a low-key start, with just enough potential witnesses to amp up the exposure.

Gina stirred as the car slowed to a stop, her eyes fluttering open, dark lashes framing her confused gaze. Her naked body shifted on the seat, tits jiggling softly, one nipple brushing the seatbelt strap, while her bald pussy lips stuck slightly to the leather from the lotion’s sheen.

“Are we here already?” she asked, voice thick with sleep, rubbing her eyes as she sat up straighter, oblivious to how her thighs parted just enough to flash the pink inner folds of her pussy.

“Almost, but I figured we could use some coffee first,” Amy replied, her tone light and innocent, masking the rush of heat between her own legs.

She killed the engine, watching Gina’s perky D-cups bounce as she unbuckled, the girl’s bubble butt lifting off the seat with a faint, slick sound from the moisturizer. Gina nodded trustingly, pushing the door open and stepping out into the warm morning air. The gravel crunched under her bare feet, but she didn’t flinch, her mind still foggy, focused only on the promise of caffeine.

Her skin glowed under the lotion, every curve highlighted—tits full and firm, nipples hardening in the breeze, ass cheeks swaying hypnotically as she walked around the car to join Amy. Strangers’ eyes would lock on her soon, devouring the sight of her smooth, exposed pussy peeking with each step, but Gina just yawned, arms crossing loosely under her breasts, pushing them up without realizing.

Amy locked the car and led the way to the entrance, her heart pounding with wicked delight. Inside, the coffee shop was sparsely populated: a young barista behind the counter, maybe in his early twenties, with a bored expression, and an older man in his forties, hunched over a newspaper at a corner table, his trucker hat pulled low.

The air smelled of stale brew and fried food, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Amy held the door for Gina, watching her friend’s plump, moisturized booty sway through the threshold, the cheeks parting slightly to reveal the tight pucker of her asshole and the bare slit below.

Gina approached the counter first, her naked body a stark, erotic contrast to the mundane setting—tits thrusting forward, pussy lips glistening faintly as she shifted her weight. “Small black iced coffee, please,” she said softly, her voice shy but steady, leaning on the counter so her ass stuck out, inviting stares she didn’t sense.

The barista’s eyes widened, dropping to her perky nipples, then lower to the smooth mound of her cunt, his cheeks flushing as he fumbled the order. Amy stepped up beside her, ordering the same, her gaze flicking to the barista’s growing bulge in his jeans, a smirk tugging at her lips.

Even the older gentleman peeked over his newspaper, his weathered face creasing with surprise, then hunger, as he took in Gina’s nude form. She stood there waiting, hips cocked, the lotion making her skin shimmer like she’d been oiled for a fuck session, her bubble butt flexing subtly.

Amy couldn’t wipe the grin off her face, the manipulation hitting her like a drug—Gina, so fucking clueless, parading her tits and pussy in public like a dumb slut begging for attention, all because Amy had nudged her into it.

The man coughed suddenly, a rough hack that made Gina turn her head, her dark hair swinging over one shoulder. Her eyes landed on him, then dropped lower, widening at the sight of his hand working furiously under the table. He’d unzipped his pants, his thick, veiny cock out in the open, fist pumping up and down the shaft, pre-cum slicking the head as he leered at her exposed body. His balls hung heavy, tightening with each stroke, the wet schlick of skin on skin audible in the quiet shop.

Gina’s cheeks burned, but she nudged Amy with her elbow, leaning in close, her bare tit brushing Amy’s arm. “That creep is exposing himself in public,” she whispered, her voice a mix of shock and naivety, glancing back at the man whose eyes were glued to her swaying ass and bald pussy.

She didn’t cover up, though—too trusting, too dumb to connect her own nudity to his brazen jerking.

Amy turned slowly, taking in the scene: the old man’s cock throbbing in his grip, veins bulging, tip leaking as he stared at Gina’s glistening curves like she was his personal porn. A thrill shot through Amy, her clit aching at the voyeuristic display, the way Gina’s innocence amplified the perversion.

“Imagine that,” Amy said, her voice dripping with mock surprise, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Some people have no shame, do they? Fancy just exposing yourself in public like that.”

“I’d never do that,” Gina replied earnestly, her lips pursing, still whispering as she straightened, unknowingly thrusting her tits out further, nipples stiff and begging to be sucked.

Her pussy clenched involuntarily at the awkward tension, a faint wetness gathering between her lips, but she dismissed it as the air conditioning.

‘Fuck, you’re a dumb bitch,’ Amy thought, biting her lip to stifle a laugh, her own arousal building as she watched the barista steal glances, his hand adjusting his hard-on behind the counter.

The older man sped up his strokes, grunting softly, his gaze devouring Gina’s body—the way her ass jiggled when she shifted, the smooth lips of her cunt visible if she turned just right. Amy’s mind whirred with following steps: maybe suggest they sit near him, let him cum watching Gina sip her coffee, or prod her outside for more eyes on that naked, lotion-slicked form.

The beach awaited, but this appetizer was delicious, Gina’s gullibility handing Amy all the control, her friend’s shy vulnerability turning the truck stop into their private stage of exhibitionist bliss.

The barista cleared his throat, sliding their coffees over with trembling hands, his eyes locked on Gina’s pussy as she reached for hers, fingers brushing the counter. She thanked him softly, turning back toward Amy, her bubble butt leading the way, completely unaware of the fresh wave of stares or the old man’s ragged breaths signaling his impending release.

Amy’s grin widened as she followed Gina’s swaying ass toward the booths, the girl’s lotion-slicked cheeks parting with each step to flash the tight ring of her asshole and the smooth slit of her pussy. The old man’s ragged breaths grew louder, his fist blurring on his exposed cock, the veiny shaft throbbing as pre-cum dripped onto his thigh.

Amy’s pulse raced, a hot flush spreading through her core at the raw perversion unfolding—Gina, her shy, dumb friend, unwittingly fueling this stranger’s lust with every jiggle of her perky D-cups and bubble butt.

“Hey, let’s sit over there,” Amy said casually, nodding toward the booth directly across from the old man, her voice laced with feigned nonchalance.

She placed a hand on Gina’s lower back, guiding her forward, fingers brushing the warm, moisturized curve just above her ass crack. The touch sent a spark through Amy, her own pussy lips swelling with arousal, clit pulsing at the control she wielded.

Gina turned her head, dark hair cascading over her shoulder, her full tits shifting with the motion, nipples still peaked from the cool air inside. “Okay,” she murmured, oblivious to the way her bare feet padded across the sticky linoleum, leading her deeper into the exposure.

She slid into the booth first, the vinyl seat creaking under her naked weight, and without thinking, parted her thighs slightly to get comfortable. Her bald pussy spread open in the process, slick inner lips parting to reveal the pink, glistening folds and the tight entrance that clenched faintly, a bead of her unwitting wetness catching the fluorescent light.

The old man’s eyes locked onto the view, his weathered face twisting in ecstasy as he pumped his thick cock harder, the head flaring purple, balls drawing up tight against his jeans. Amy slid in across from Gina, her gaze flicking between her friend’s exposed cunt—framed perfectly by the table’s edge for the pervert’s feast—and the man’s frantic strokes. A rush of possessive thrill hit her; Gina’s naivety made this all the sweeter, her body on display like a gift Amy had wrapped herself.

Gina sipped her iced coffee, the straw pulling at her plump lips, but her eyes darted back to the old man. She leaned forward, her tits pressing against the table’s edge, squishing softly as she whispered, “Amy, that old guy’s still jerking off right there. It’s so gross—exposing his dick like that in public. Why would anyone do that?”

Her voice trembled with shy disgust, cheeks flushing pink, but she didn’t close her legs, her pussy remaining splayed, the cool air teasing her clit into subtle swelling. Internally, a flicker of confusion stirred—why did the sight make her thighs tingle, her core heat up despite the embarrassment?