Chapter 10: The Woman

“I’ve been looking for you all day!” said the blonde woman, placing a hand on Angela’s forearm. “After all the excitement this morning, I only realized when I got to the car that Rosa had given me someone else’s clothes. I tried to come back and give them to you, but the salon was closed when I got there, and I couldn’t find you.”

It had all been a mistake. A misunderstanding. Angela considered the counterfactual. If she had stood in front of the salon, naked in that dreadful long corridor, for just a few minutes longer, she probably would have gotten her clothes back then and there. What a thought.

“I was going to search through the mall for you, but people were starting to arrive, so I got nervous and went home to get dressed. I guess you were definitely gone by the time I got back. I’m sorry, I didn’t want to get arrested.”

Angela smiled. “Oh, public nudity is legal now. The police told me.”

“Really?” asked the woman. “Wow, okay, that’s good to know.”

In light of this knowledge, Angela thought about asking the woman to take off her dress so she could have it. It was really small though, fitted to the woman’s slim banana build. Angela would probably rip it if she tried to put it on, and that was no way to repay a woman who had earnestly tried to correct her mistake.

“To be honest, though,” the woman continued, putting a hand under her chin, “I don’t think I could have done it, even if I’d known it was legal. Getting a naked early morning haircut was thrilling, but that was the first time I’ve done anything like that. I still have to work up to crowds. I’m just not as brave as you are.”

Great. Angela was now being complimented on her bravery by an exhibitionist. It had been one hell of a day.

“It’s strange, though. This morning, you seemed really upset about taking off your clothes. You were covering yourself with your hands and looking really stiff and nervous. Even when I tried to break the ice with a compliment, you still seemed really tense. But here you are!”

“Here I am,” said Angela flatly.

“My name’s Dorothy, by the way. And yours?”

“Angela.”

“Nice to meet you again, Angela. Listen, I’ve got your clothes in my car. Let me know once you’re done here, and then we can go grab them.”

Angela’s face lit up. “I’m ready to go now.”

“Oh ... kay.” Dorothy looked surprised. “But let’s have a drink first. On me.”

Dorothy looked at the cocktail menu, smiled, and waved a barman over to order two Naked Ladies. Their drinks arrived, and Angela slowly sipped hers. This much alcohol on an empty stomach was quickly killing the last remaining hang-ups she had about her nudity. Maybe she should have started drinking this morning and saved herself a bunch of mental anguish.

Dorothy was a lawyer at a prestigious firm, on track to make partner. Angela talked a bit about her job in marketing, but there wasn’t too much to say. It paid the bills, though she now knew for a fact that she could get a lot more money for dancing with her clothes off. She winced at the memory.

“Isn’t it just the most incredibly freeing feeling?” asked Dorothy, changing the subject to what she was really interested in. “To let it all hang out, feel the wind on your skin.”

“Swimming’s nice,” replied Angela. If she ever got a place with a pool, she decided, she wouldn’t wear a costume when she was alone.

Dorothy’s eyes lit up. “Isn’t it? Swimming costumes are such ridiculous garments. A very recent invention, and one we’d be better off without.”

Angela and Dorothy finished their drinks and headed out of the bar, to the disappointment of many of its patrons. The Square was noticeably emptier now. A squat middle-aged man had wheeled a hot-dog stand in front of the club. His eyes bulged when he saw Angela. Her eyes bulged at the sight of food.

“I’m really starving,” she said to Dorothy. “Could you buy me a hot-dog? I’ll pay you back, it’s just, well...”

Dorothy laughed. “I can see very well that you don’t have any money on you. Don’t worry, it’ll be my treat.”

The hot-dog man offered up a prayer to the sky as the two women approached his stand. Dorothy paid for a hot-dog, and the man managed to prepare it while looking at Angela the whole time. He handed her a stuffed, dripping roll with a shaking hand, which Angela took gratefully and immediately scarfed down. The man nearly fainted.

The hot-dog had disappeared in record time, and Angela felt better.

“You’ve got a little...” Dorothy started, then scooped a dollop of sauce off Angela’s left breast. She put her finger in her mouth and winked. Angela blushed.

They thanked the hot-dog man and walked down the street to Dorothy’s car, which was the only one parked in a large lot off to the side of the square. A river rushed past the lot on the other side. The wind was starting to pick up, and Angela shivered.

Dorothy pulled a remote out of her purse and unlocked the car, then reached into the backseat and pulled out a bundle that Angela had been thinking about all day. Her clothes! She took them gratefully, turning the bundle over and over to take in each garment. Her gray tank top, great for running in. Her leggings, so stretchy and comfortable and flattering. Her sports bra, properly sized and comfortably secure. And her plain, black exercise panties, which would soon once again cover her pussy and whole ass. Some of her friends had told her she should start wearing g-strings with her leggings because of the line, but she’d always been too modest for “stripper panties”. Now she savored the thought of having two whole layers of fabric over her crotch.

Angela was just about to slip into her panties when Dorothy cried, “Wait!” Now what? Angela had her clothes back, in her hands. What could possibly happen now?

“Please, Angela, before you get dressed, I need a picture. To inspire me. Come, stand back.”

Dorothy motioned Angela back, and took the panties from her hand, struggling a bit to loosen Angela’s vice grip. “I know it’s getting cold now, but it’ll be really quick, don’t worry.”

Angela relaxed. She’d been naked all day, what was another minute or two?

Dorothy dumped Angela’s panties on top of the pile of her other clothes, and then pulled her own dress over her head. Needless to say, the exhibitionist wasn’t wearing any underwear. She dropped her dress on top of Angela’s clothes.

Dorothy produced a suction-cupped phone holder from the backseat of her car and put her phone in it. Then she closed the door and attached it to the window, before putting her phone in it. She tapped on the screen a few times, setting up a photo on a timer, and then slunk back to pose with Angela.

Being the taller of the two, Dorothy put an arm around Angela’s shoulder and pulled her in. Bare flesh touched bare flesh. It was warmer than being naked on your own.

Dorothy led Angela through a bunch of poses, smiling, laughing, and looking in turns bashful and haughty. They got some booty shots as well. Then, for the final photo, Dorothy had the idea they they should toss their clothes in the air above their heads.

“I don’t know,” cautioned Angela, “the wind’s getting awfully strong.”

“It’ll be fine,” said Dorothy, and as she spoke, the wind died down. “See?”

Angela reluctantly went along with the plan. Dorothy set her phone camera to take a series of rapid shots, so she could pick one of them as the best action pose. Both women took a portion of the clothing bundle in their hands.

“Three ... two ... one ... go!”

Angela and Dorothy jumped in the air at the same time, flinging their clothes up. It was at this moment that the wind picked up, stronger than it had been before, and blasted the clothes away, away, away, and down into the river below.

Angela could only watch in shock as her beautiful exercise outfit disappeared from sight. She rushed to the edge of the lot and peered over the guardrail, but the strong river current had already washed her things out of sight.

“Oops,” said Dorothy. “But check out this photo!”

Angela looked at Dorothy’s phone. Two smiling naked women in mid-jumped looked back at her. One had an elaborate blonde up-do, a slim, angular body, a smooth hairless pussy and a pair of smart black heels. The other, intimately familiar, was short, curvy, with long black hair and a full bush, naked but for a hair-tie around her ankle. An arc of clothing hang in the air above them, and Angela could hardly bear to look at the image of those black panties she’d held in her hands just moments ago. The women were happy, excited, smiling, but there was just a hint of sadness in the shorter one’s eyes, which you could see if you looked real hard and long, or if you knew her well.

“Stunning!” said Dorothy.

“It’s a nice picture.”

The women returned to Dorothy’s car. Angela revealed that she didn’t have a ride, or any way to get home without her phone. Dorothy was only to happy to drive her home. “It’s the least I can do after stealing your clothes and then throwing them in a river.”

The ladies hopped in the car and began the long drive. Angela sat in the passenger seat, back up straight, breasts visible to anyone who cared to look. Dorothy knew her as an exhibitionist, an inspirational one at that, so it was too late to hide now. And that was okay. She was still kinda drunk.

Half an hour later, Dorothy’s car pulled up in front of Angela’s condo. Angela thanked her for the ride and let her take her phone number. Dorothy would be in touch about paying for the lost clothes. Both women got out of the car, and Dorothy smiled at Angela. “Thank you for tonight,” she said, pulling Angela into a tight hug. “Let’s do this again. Next time, I’ll do the Square naked as well.”

Angela made vague affirmative noises, but had about as much desire to intentionally repeat any of the day’s experiences as she had to go on a date with Mark. Dorothy squeezed her hand and disappeared back into her car.

Angela waved and then turned to face her front door. One of her neighbors, George, was sitting on his porch, staring at her. “A-Angela?” he asked. “Is that you? Who’s your friend?”

“You have a wife, George,” Angela snapped back, ambling towards her front door and then bending down to retrieve the spare key from below the doormat. “Don’t tell her about any of this, okay.”

“Yes ma’am!” George said, catching a glance at Angela’s ass as she fished for the key.

Angela found her key and opened her door, home at last. She shut it quickly behind her and collapsed against it, exhausted from the most insane day of her life. Against the back of the door, she noticed her running shoes and socks, as well as her phone. They must have been pushed through the mail slot.

There was sticky note on the back of her phone. “Hope you got home safe -M”

She turned it over. There were hundreds of messages and missed calls. She couldn’t deal with that right now. It could all wait for the morning.

Angela staggered to her room, threw her phone on the bed, and pulled a dressing gown out of her wardrobe, wrapping it tightly around herself. The soft felt was almost orgasmic against her cold skin. She sighed in deep relief and collapsed on top of her bed, asleep the instant she hit the blanket.

The sun was high in the sky when Angela finally awoke the next morning. She’d slept in the same position all night and there was puddle of drool on the blanket next to where her head had landed. She had a splitting headache and a sore back, so it took her a while to pick herself up.

Yesterday’s events seemed faraway, unreal. Had they all been a dream? Angela was naked under her dressing gown, so maybe not. She could also feel the hair-tie against her ankle. Her phone buzzed with three new messages.

She would deal with that soon, but first, it was time to take a shower. And then clothes. She looked lovingly at her closet.

Once in the bathroom, Angela had to give herself a small pep talk before she was ready to remove her dressing gown and be naked once more, even if only for a few minutes. Eventually she succeeded, dropping the gown and then darting into the shower and turning on the tap before it had even hit the floor. She had a quick shower and then dried and wrapped herself in a towel. How wonderful to have a towel!