[Gao]

Part Two – Shopping
Prof. Raleigh relaxed on a park bench, still euphoric from the morning’s events. As if seeing that young beauty losing her clothes right in his very class, he had managed to retrieve her discarded panties from the hallway. His hand caressed the tiny bundle of torn lace in his pocket.

As he replayed the highly erotic scene over and over in his mind, he spotted Miss Natasha herself, briskly walking past the park. She had her backpack clutched to her chest, as if someone were trying to steal it from her. Wherever she was heading, she meant to get there in a hurry.

Before he realized what he was doing, Raleigh sprang from his seat with youthful vigor. Tasha was walking quite quickly, but the Professor found his old muscles inspired by pure lust.

How odd. He skirt seemed so short in class. It hardly looked like the miniskirt from his memories; it was much more conservative now. The one thing he was sure of, underneath that ordinary skirt, Miss Natasha was completely nude.

Tasha, had never, ever gone without panties before. It was just something she simply did not do, regardless of the outfit. Not even pants. And now to walk through the middle of Manhattan, in a skirt that seems to keep shrinking with any panties on- the thought alone was knotting her stomach with butterflies. And as if she could ever forget just how close to naked humiliation she was, a cool breeze across Tasha’s most intimate places was quick to remind her.

Although she kept her backpack desperately clutched to her chest, Tasha did not need to see her ruined blouse to know what was happening. A quick glance down confirm her suspicions. The cheap paperclips had come undone, leaving her blouse pretty much completely undone. What’s worse is the paperclips became snagged on her backpack. What a terrible day! Tasha was really starting to believe this curse bullshit was actually real.

The Professor studied her skirt closely, enjoying the graceful sway of her hips played out on the faded denim. What an ass this young woman has! So often Raleigh sees women around the city with slimmer hip, understated, almost boyish backside. It was so refreshing to see a woman with a classic hourglass figure. The high, proud bust, slim waist, a full curvaceous hips framing a firm, round ass.

Another thing he didn’t remember was the slit up the back. He wanted a closer look, but goodness this girl was walking so fast! Raleigh managed to catch up to her at a cross walk and got a closer look.

There was indeed quite a long slit up the back of that skirt, revealing a very enticing glimpse of creamy inner thighs, but it didn’t look intentional. In fact, the slit look more like the denim was coming unstitched! There was a web of loose stitches at the top of the split, pulling free with every stride the young girl took. By now her steady pace and full hips had pulled the skirt apart to just below her ass. The Professor found himself short of breath, and not just from the exercise.

Higher and higher the split went. It was like watching a Christmas present unwrap itself. The girl was blissfully unaware that her brisk walk was peeling her skirt open like overripe fruit. At long last those beautiful cheeks emerges, lit up by the late morning sun. Raleigh couldn’t believe his luck. From seeing her panties to owning her panties to seeing Tasha’s beautiful bare ass on a crowded NY street. And it was, indeed, quite possibly the most perfect ass he’s ever had the pleasure of seeing.

Tasha could not get used to the constant draft against her delicate parts. It only served to remind her of the morning’s humiliation. Even now she could feel eyes on her, eyes that knew just how vulnerable, how close to being exposed once again she really was.

Tasha looked over her shoulder, only to lock eyes with Professor Raleigh, following right behind her! And the perverted teacher was fumbling with some white cloth in his hands- her lost panties!

Tasha screamed, surprising even herself! Dozens of people turned to look. She stumbled, falling to the sidewalk, throwing out her hands to catch herself, letting go of her backpack. There was a sickening ripping sound as Tasha’s backpack fell away, the paperclips ripping her pink blouse to tatters. Her smooth c-cup breasts jumped out, glorious in the sunlight. The dizzying surge of humiliation hit her with a hint of déjà vu.

Prof. Raleigh knew he should leave. He had clearly been following her, holding the poor girl’s lost panties, and now had caused her to humiliate herself once again. But he could not bear to part from the incredible vision.

Tasha, on her hands and knees, on a busy New York street corner. Dozens of stunned onlookers, all around her. Her blouse, ripped apart, spilling out her full firm tits. Her skirt, split up the back all the way to the waistband. Little more than an apron, and with her bent over like this, exposing more than just her naked ass. The immaculate lips of her well-groomed virgin pussy peeked out between her tense thighs.

She was bordering on hysteria, scrambling for her backpack with one hand, while trying to cup her fat tits with the other. Tasha was so overwhelmed; she didn’t even realize the condition of her skirt. With her backpack once again pressed against her tits, she ran down the street, leaving Prof. Raleigh and the rest of the crowd with a parting view of her bare ass as her skirt flapped in the breeze.

Tasha burst into the clothing store, and rushed past the sales girl. She raced into the maze of clothing racks to catch her breath and find some sort of cover, and caught a glimpse of some of the price tags. This place was so expensive! $175 just for a pair of jeans!

Tasha found a clearance rack in the back of the store, although even the clearance stuff was pretty steep. It would take every cent she had in the bank just to get a top and some pants. Panties and a bra were out, and it didn’t look like this store sold lingerie.

She scoured the rack. No flimsy or delicate clothes. Something sturdy, with lots of coverage. Tasha found only one pair of jeans in her size, and a heavy turtleneck sweater, and quickly retreated to the dressing room.

It was there she discovered just how ravaged her skirt was. She replayed her trip to the store in her mind, falling over, on the ground on all fours, with no clothing or modesty. Even in the privacy of the dressing room, her face flushed again with humiliation.

Tasha tried on the jeans. They were flared, which actually looked pretty hot with her boots. Unfortunately, they also rode pretty low on her hips. Not that every other girl in Manhattan wasn’t walking around with her butt crack hanging out of her jeans, but Tasha felt like she had shown more than enough of her ass that day. Well, at least she had no panty lines…

The sweater fit pretty well, a little snug, but if definitely covered her up. It came to just above the tops of her jeans, leaving just a hint of midriff. The downside was the sweater was tight enough to make it plainly obvious that Tasha was not wearing any kind of bra. Her nipples poked hard points at the end of her over-animated breasts.

She spent a few minutes inspecting herself in the triple mirror, and she had to admit, given the circumstances, this was actually a pretty hot little outfit. Too bad it was going to completely clean out her bank account, just to have clothes to get home in.

The sales girl came over to see how everything was.

“Fine, fine, I guess… oh, could I use your phone for a sec?” Tasha just had a great idea. She could call her friend Jo. Of all her friends, Jo would be the one to drop whatever she was doing to come help out Tasha.

Jo was sort of a Japanese version of Velma, from Scooby Doo. She could be cute, but she hadn’t quite figured that out about herself yet. Although on the short side, she has a curvy figure guys always reacted to when they could actually see it. Usually she dressed herself up in baggy jeans and T shirts. Jo always loved hanging around with Tasha and the rest of the gang, admiring their fashionable outfits but always being too timid to join along.

Sure enough, one phone call later and Jo was on her way to the store. Tasha had her bring some extra clothes (just in case.) In the mean time, Tasha blew every dime she had on the outfit. The tattered blouse and skirt she abandoned in the dressing room, and waited for Jo to arrive.

In hindsight, Tasha could have just taken a cab. The though of some cab driver leering at her the whole drive was unbearable. Not to mention sitting on those gross seats without any panties on.

When Jo arrived, Tasha couldn’t help but hug her. She was such a sight for sore eyes. Tasha was finally starting to regain some poise and confidence after the morning’s misadventures. Jo loved her new sweater, but she didn’t have the heart to tell Tasha some of the threads were loose along the bottom. Probably why it was on clearance.

Although Jo had never confided in another living person about it, she was unquestionably a lesbian. Unproven of course, but she was undeniably attracted to women, and when some of the women she knew looked like Tasha, it could drive her more than a little nuts. Her strict Catholic upbringing kept Jo from ever proclaiming or acting upon these impulses. But seeing Tasha now in that tight sweater, her braless breasts practically shrink-wrapped in the material, those impulses started to act on her.

As they started walking back to Tasha’s apartment, she told Jo about the sordid events of that morning. The crazy gypsy girl. Her perverted professor trying to look up her skirt, and how her skirt seemed to get shorter and short in response. About falling over that goth chick and ripping down her skirt. Having her panties in plain view of her whole class, and then losing her panties in the hallway. Her blouse exploding, her bra breaking, her skirt ripping, and the whole lurid display she made on the sidewalk. Retelling the story was making Tasha relive the humiliation. It was also making Jo’s panties soaking wet! Probably not the reaction Tasha was looking for…

While Tasha spilled her guts, Jo coyly gave her a look over. God, her tits looked SO good in that sweater, bouncing freely. And those jeans really showed off Tasha’s perfect ass. They rode so low the top of Tasha’s ass hung out a bit, revealing her crack and the twin dimples above it. She really wasn’t wearing any panties!

This was officially the most nudity Jo had ever seen Tasha reveal. Tasha was always very guarded with her body. She loved to tease with it, but always on her own terms and limits. Jo had never even seen her in her underwear, much to her dismay. The only time she even got a peek was when Tasha passed out drunk on Jo’s couch, and Jo sneaked a little look. Magenta panties, she remembered fondly.

But now, nudity?! Losing her clothes bit by bit as gawking bystanders memorized every detail of her bared flawless body? And all because of some crazy gypsy curse?

“We should go kick that gypsy girl’s ass!” Jo opined, hoping to divert any attention from her obvious arousal.

“Hell yeah!” The idea sounded nicely off of Tasha’s freshly restored confidence. Even if this whole curse thing was bullshit, tearing into that cocky b*tch would blow off some steam.

Tasha quickened her pace, almost leaving Jo behind. She tugged her jeans up for the tenth time, trying to keep her ass covered for once today. With every tug up, the jeans settled back down, a little lower each time. If she wasn’t paying her jeans much mind, it was because her sweater was rubbing her nipples, making them tender and sensitive. Tasha fought the urge to rub her aching breasts.

Jo was enjoying Tasha’s exposed midriff, when she noticed something. The loose thread from the sweater, but this time it was trailing off behind Tasha, all the way to the end of the block. The thread kept unspinning, zipping back and forth across the hem of her sweater. Tasha seemed completely oblivious that her tummy was slowly being revealed, a fraction of an inch at a time. She was too busy ranting about that gypsy chick to notice.

Jo knew she should tell her. Tasha was her close friend, and after the humiliation she suffered this morning, she didn’t need a second helping. On the other hand, Jo was feeling quite frustrated about not witnessing the incredible display. She’s been admiring Tasha’s wondrous figure for as long as they’ve been friends, peeking down her tops, sneaking panty flashes up her skirts, even giving her the occasional back and foot massages just to feel her incredible skin.

And now it was happening all over again! Tasha’s clothes just seemed to be falling off of her, fulfilling Jo’s secret lusty wishes. Jo knew it was wrong, but watching this erotic display unfold like a flower was more than she could deny.

The faster Tasha walked, the faster her jeans fell. Every few steps she would have to give them a strong pull, and it seemed like every pull made it harder to keep them up. Like she was stretching the denim out. The top of her peach-shaped ass was on almost continuous display.

It was more than Jo could bear. Her panties were becoming wet to the point of embarrassment. If her knees weren’t so weak, so would have tried to get a little ahead of Tasha and see what her naughty jeans were doing up front.

They had to run a bit to cross an intersection ahead of a speeding taxi cab. Tasha’s bouncing tits were turning heads left and right, until her pants stole the spotlight. Almost all at once they dropped. Tasha managed to catch them in her clenched thighs, cowering over her vagina to shield it. Her bare ass was once again exposed to the bright noon sun.

Jo could hear only two sounds; cat calls and fender benders all around. She was so enchanted by the silky forbidden flesh that she didn’t realize Tasha was calling to her.

“Jo! It’s happening again! You’ve got to help me! Please!!” Jo snapped out of her trance and help pull up Tasha’s jeans. The back of her hands slide along Tasha firm ass as she pulled the jeans over it. It was almost enough to make her cum right there.

Jo was starting to believe this curse thing might actually be real! Tasha’s jeans seemed to have jumped up two sizes, almost magically. Even as Tasha desperately clutched them to her belly, Jo still had a clear view down the back, memorizing the naked assflesh.

They found a bathroom in a nearby café. Tasha dove into the stall and locked the door, leaving Jo to imagine the scene.

“Jo, what did you bring for extra clothes?”
“Oh, well, I wasn’t sure what you needed the clothes for. I just grabbed a couple things as ran out the door.”
“Well what do you have?!”

Jo handed her a pair of bright green track shorts, a T shirt, and some sneakers- the clothes she had planned on working out in that afternoon.

“Oh my god! That’s it?!”
“Tasha, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know!” Jo thought for a moment about offering
her the clothes she was wearing, then decided to see how Tasha looked in these.

Jo listened intently; she could hear the jeans hit the floor. There was some prolonged grunting and straining. Eventually Tasha sheepishly opened the stall, revealing herself.

“The T shirt was too small…” Tasha whimpered. Jo was breathless. The track shorts may as well have been panties, the fit so tightly. Tasha’s ass was only barely contained, and the way they hugged her crotch was pornographic. It looked almost painted on, showing the distinct swell of Tasha’s sex. The legholes were pulled so high, the short almost didn’t cover her sex either. From behind, the bottom of bother of her ass cheeks hung out. There was nothing to be done. Any attempt to pull the shorts down made her ass peek out the top.

She tugged nervously at her sweater, not realizing that the bottom 3 inches were now strung across three blocks of the city. Oddly enough, the long sleeves and turtle neck of the sweater just made the exposed flesh on her belly and legs look all the more naked. The backpack didn’t help, pulling her shoulder back and the sweater even tighter.

Jo’d forgotten what beautiful long legs Tasha had. At least the sneakers fit.

Jo still could not think of a thing to say. She nervously gathered the jeans and boots into her bag. Tasha looked herself over in the mirror. Her face was already crimson. Jo tried to redirect her, hoping to see all of this play out.

“Let go teach that gypsy b*tch a lesson!”

“Okay…”

They were only a block from the farmer’s market. For Tasha , it seemed like an endless march of cold breezes and hot stares. The short were riding up on her in the most uncomfortable ways, but it was a slight more modest than the clown pants her jeans had turned into.

Tasha had found her anger again. They made a beeline for the gypsy both. The gypsy girl was there, and once she caught sigh of Tasha in her ludicrous outfit, almost feel over laughing. Tasha pushed her way through the crowds and closed in for the kill.

Suddenly, the gypsy girl pounced on her. Fast as a viper, she had her hand up Tasha’s sweater, squeezing her bare tit. Tasha squealed! The crowd’s attention quickly focused on this pretty girl in the odd yet sl*tty outfit getting molested by some crazy gypsy girl.

“You like showing yourself, yes? You like it so much, it makes you so hot. The more you show, the more you fight it, the hotter you get, yessss?” the gypsy girl hissed in her ear. Jo heard the whole thing. Could this voodoo crap really be true?

Tasha managed to pull the girl’s hand out of her sweater and step away. It was different this time. So much more intense. She felt dizzy. Where was Jo? All she could see were strangers’ faces. Lusty eyes searching her body, probing, memorizing ever detail of her most intimate features.

Before today, no man had ever seen her body naked. By lunchtime she had been exposed to dozens and dozens of complete strangers. Perhaps even hundreds or thousands, if those camera phones had made it to the internet by now. Her breasts, her ass, even her most private places of all, accidentally bared to all against her most chaste intentions.

Tasha felt an intense change coming over her, like a fever. Her skin felt hot and damp. The butterflies in her tummy returned, but more intense and spread out. Her head spun, her legs felt rubbery. She ached and tingled all at once- it almost felt… good?

Jo watched the transformation of Tasha. She was flush, although she had been various shades of crimson all morning. This was different. Tasha’s lips and cheeks swelled and flushed. Her eyelids drooped as if she were drunk. Her knees buckled and hips swayed. Jo knew the look. It was the look of sexual arousal. Tasha was looking like Jo felt.

Tasha’s thighs spasmed, her knees clenched. She toppled into Jo’s arms, pressing her sweating face into Jo’s breasts.

“Jo… I can’t… don’t let… don’t let all these people… see… me… naked…. So humiliated… Please, “ Tasha whimpered. If Tasha was trying to keep her dignity, she was blowing it. She was delirious, her face pressed into Jo’s tits, her ass out and back arched. Her legs wobbled like a newborn deer.

The crowd swarming to this spectacle was growing every second. Boys shouted lewd comments. Girls snickered among their friends. People pointed, laughed, and snapped more and more pictures.

What happened next blew Jo’s mind. The gym shorts, which were snug on Tasha’s womanly hips before, now became dangerously tight. They squeezed into her flesh, until savage rips opened up along the seams on each hip. Right up to the elastic. The nylon shorts quickly became nylon bikini panties. They slid into Tasha’s ass, forming a sharp V shape. Jo could only image the pressure the nylon crotch was putting on Tasha’s vulva.

“Oh god… please, Jo, please… all these people… they can see my- my… oohh… I’ve never been so…” As much as Jo knew she was enjoying the feeling of Tasha rubbing her face in Jo’s much-neglected tits, she knew she had to get her friend out of there.

They fled across a crosswalk, Tasha barely keeping her legs under her. Luckily the gawking mob decided to hang back a little, and watch the show from across the street.

Tasha was becoming too overwhelmed to walk any more. Jo leaned her up against a building a dug out her jeans. It took quit a bit of maneuvering to get Tasha’s trembling legs back into them. Jo found herself just a few inches from Tasha’s crotch. She couldn’t help but look. The nylon was completely soaked! Jo could see glistening moisture on her inner thighs.

That gypsy girl really had compounded Tasha’s humiliation with unbridled lust! Jo couldn’t help but get a little wet in sympathy. Without her glasses, Tasha could only dimly make out the passersby that were looking her over and ogling at her distress. The anxiety was only amplifying the throbbing tingle in the base of her belly.

She managed to get Tasha’s jeans back on her, but they were still far too loose to stay up. She needed a belt or something. Jo had no choice but to improvise- she pulled a good three feet of thread from the bottom of her sweater, further exposing her tummy, and used it to lash her waistband tight enough to stay on.

“Jo… don’t do that… my tits… don’t let them see me…” Tasha pulled compulsively at here sweater, which was coming dangerously close to revealing the bottoms of her breasts.

It would have to do. Jo grabbed her by the hand and dragged her down the busy sidewalk. They still had several blocks to go to Tasha’s apartment. People were staring at Tasha’s peculiar yet sexy attire, which was forcing her deeper into her drunken haze of arousal.

After only half a block, Tasha pulled Jo to a stop. The thread had snapped, and Tasha’s pants had fallen down around her feet. Tasha pressed her hand over her crotch, perhaps to cover up the shorts riding up, or perhaps for some other purpose.

“Unnh… Jo… my pants… my pants…. They’re falling off” she moaned. Her sexual delirium was becoming infectious, and Jo was having a hard time thinking straight. This time she pulled three times as much thread off the sweater to tie up the pants. The undersides of her tits were clearly visible under the quickly disappearing sweater.

Unfortunately, Jo had to pull this repair job off in front of a Starbucks. Tasha could see the dozens of coffee drinkers watching her embarrassing ordeal like it was a movie.

“Jo..! They can see me… my sweater… my tits… they’re too big for… this sweater!” Jo was trying to do right by her friend, but she had to wonder if subconsciously, she was only making things worse for her own gratification.

Jo pulled Tasha along as fast as she dared, but a block later, the threads snapped and the pants dropped to the sidewalk. Those tiny green nylon shorts looked like they were going to rip right off Tasha’s aching sex any second now.

“Tasha, sweetheart, I need you to hold your pants up, okay? She guided Tasha’s hand to the front of her jeans.

“Okay… okay… I can’t take much… much more…”

They marched onward across the city. Jo’s brisk pace kept Tasha’s tits in a constant bounce, threatening to fall right out of the half sweater. With Jo pulling her along by her left hand, Tasha’s right hand was free to hold her pants up or her sweater down, but not both.

Tasha fought desperately to keep her pants on, but if she pulled hard, if put way too much pressure down there. Things were reaching a boiling point. Tasha was in danger of losing complete control of herself. She knew she had to keep those jeans on, but she could feel the draft on her ass and thighs. So she pulled harder, and the mind-clouding sensations from her bits got even more intense. Tasha bit her lip to contain the moans and sighs. It was getting harder to walk. Something was holding her legs together again.

Tasha was slowing down again. Jo looked back fully expecting to see Tasha’s jeans around her ankles once again. What she did not expect to see was Tasha, pulling and jerking up on the nylon shorts, driving wet crotch deeper and deeper between her exposed labia. Tasha looked like she was in heat.

“Trying… to keep… the pants up… trying… so hard… so hard…” The poor girl thought she was pulling up her jeans, but instead wound up viciously molesting herself with the gym shorts. People were scandalized. Some woman screamed. Someone else was calling the police.

Tasha could no longer stop herself. Her right hand flexed and tugged at the waistband, desperate for relief. Her left hand pulled the turtleneck over her face, hoping to muffle her moans and hide her identity. What it also did was pull her sweater up, letting the hard pink nipples on her pull tits fall into public view. Her tits quivered in time with the spasms racking her beautiful body.

“Oh my god! Tasha!!” Jo dove for the jeans, hoping she could somehow recover a shred of her friend’s humility before she masturbates on a crowded NY street corner. Down on her knees, Jo found her nose just inches from Tasha’s glistening sex, the green nylon swallowed by the swollen lips. After all these years of sexual repression, Jo suddenly found herself where she had always fantasized being. Too bad it was on a crowded city sidewalk, with her friend humiliating herself because of a gypsy curse.

Tasha was just seconds from sweet release. She was mortified by her loss of control, like she was watching herself in a movie that she could not stop. She was putting on a pornographic display in public that she would not dare at home, all by herself, but these nylon shorts were bringing her to a level of ecstasy her hand or even her back massager could never accomplish.

“Nyaah!” she cried. Tasha wrenched at the shorts, and they gave, splitting right at the crotch. Jo had a front row seat, watching the nylon rip in half and Tasha’s most delicate treasure, soaking and pink, revealed itself to her. In her effort, Tasha lost her balance falling backwards, her wet sex landing on Jo’s face. The two spilled over onto the sidewalk.

Amidst the catcalls, insults and angry remarks of the crowd, Jo rushed to recover herself and her friend before the cops arrived. She pulled Tasha to her feet. The gym shorts were now more than a minuscule hula skirt. Her face drenched with Tasha’s juices, Jo pulled Tasha’s sweater back down, her jeans back up, and literally dragged her out of the scene by the seat of her pants.

Tasha was still delirious, but somehow managed to keep her legs pumping. By now traffic was stopped all around. They had an entourage of perverts close behind. Tasha’s pathetic sweater was doing nothing to cover her bouncing tits, so Jo took it upon herself to do it. One fat firm tit cupped in each hand, with her face pressed into Tasha’s backpack. It was too much for Jo to resist- she did a little more than cover those magnificent breasts, squeezing them and pinching the nipples between her fingers.

“Jooo… oh my god…. not in front... so many people… my tits, Jo…” Tasha was doing a half-assed (literally) job of keeping her jeans up, surrendering flashes of her neatly trimmed bush as the two girls jogged awkwardly down the street.

At long last they came to Tasha’s apartment building. Tasha braced herself against the building as if waiting for a cop to frisk her, legs spread, ass out. Jo searched through her backpack, looking for the keys. Jo found the keys as Tasha pants feel completely, coiling at her feet.

“Stop looking… please… don’t look at me! Noooo…” She clenched her thighs against the potent mixture of lust and humiliation. Jo got the door open. Tasha ran right out of her jeans and into the building.

Jo rushed Tasha up the stairs as quickly as possible. The poor girls was reduced to a tattered sweater that did nothing to covered her round tits, and a shred of green nylon about her waist that hung like a “jungle girl” costume.

Tasha collapsed in her bed, exhausted. Jo pulled the remains of the turtleneck off and threw it away. She took back her sneakers, and the gym short she snipped off with a pair of scissors and kept as a souvenir. Although there was the temptation to fulfill a few more fantasies while she had this incredible opportunity, Jo already felt a little guilty about the liberties she took. Besides, she had a feeling this would not be the last time this would happen.

When the crowds outside the building door thinned out, Jo left.

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Tasha slept for several hours, and awoke completely confused. Firstly, she was sleeping completely nude- something Tasha never did. But was the rest of it just an awful dream? It was so vivid and humiliating! Everything was a blur, and her head was still swimming.

She checked the clock- 6 pm. She forced herself out of bed and into the shower. She had to be at her waitressing job by 8. It was time for Tasha to go to work!