[firstwnat]

'My god! I don't believe he just did that!', Emma squealed.
'He just stripped me naked! - and they seemed so nice!'
'Nice Emma? - they were touching you up and you were loving it - six young lads with their hands all over you - do you think I couldn't see how much it turned you on? He didn't really strip you either did he - you did most of that yourself. He just ripped your knickers off - something you were dying to do yourself anyway.
'I was going to TAKE them off, but not 'till we got to the beach or dunes - I certainly wasn't going to take them off before passing the shops and cafe, and I definately wasn't going to DESTROY them. Despite what you think I don't want to be arrested.'
'Well , let's hope they liked you, 'cause if one of them makes a call to the cops I'm betting half the police in Devon will turn up to investigate a report of a naked woman'
Emma looked really worried now, but interestingly was making no attempt to cover herself as a couple of rather wet teenage girls in bikinis approached from the same direction as we had come. They were staring at Emma and I asked them If the footpath was still passable now. They told me they didn't think so now, so no chance of going back that way.
Then I had a thought -
'Did you notice if the group of six boys got across?'
'No, they were sitting at the top of the steps' one of the girls replied before walking on.

There was only way out of this mess that I could see, but Emma was less than thrilled when I told her.
'Those boys had towels and t-shirts - you need to run back to them and get them to 'lend' you something to wear, and you need to do it quickly before they decide to try and get across through the waves.'
'But they stripped me - they're not going to give me something to cover myself with are they?'
'Well you'll just have to try persuade them won't you - it's down to you - if you don't do it you're not the sl*t you think you are.'
Emma thought about it for a second, then gently ran her finger over the cleft between her legs.
'I'm soaking down there - I'm stark naked here - trapped in a choice between walking naked into Dawlish Warren, with arrest and humiliation almost inevitable, or going after a group of boys who got me naked to beg for some clothing - and I'm turned on. I've no choice really - I've got to go after the boys.'
'Ok then, I replied,
'Let's go'
'No' Emma replied,
'I've got to do this on my own - it's humiliating enough going after them naked and begging for clothes without you watching as well - damn, it's bad enough you knowing I'm going to do it - please, just wait here for me.'

Against my better judgement, and after trying hard to change her mind, I sat on the wall and watched her jog off into the distance as naked as the day she was born. She never once looked back, so for my own peace of mind I decided to follow at a safe distance. I was responsible for her and couldn't live with myself if anything happened to her. It was my idea for her to go after the boys, but I had never meant her to go alone. As I got nearer the top of the steps there was no sign of Emma or the boys, but as I got even closer I could hear voices. I peeped down over and saw that Emma was fine. Four of the boys had risked the crossing and were nowhere to be seen, but two of them hadn't risked it. It was these two boys Emma was busy 'persuading' to lend her something. Personally, it was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen first hand - a very pretty naked girl having sex on some stone steps outdoors with waves crashing only feet away. One boy had his cock embedded in her bald pussy, while she was sucking the other one off - and she was very obviously enjoying it! I watched for a short while, then, sure she was safe returned to my spot on the wall.

Emma rejoined me about half hour later. I had spent the time stopping people from going towards the steps, telling them they were closed. Emma looked very flushed and still had no clothes, but had a very small towel wrapped round her. Playing dumb I asked her if it had been hard to persuade them to give her the towel.

'Well, put it like this, I'm a respectable 27 year old bank clerk who's just prostituted herself in broad daylight with two boys and all I've got for my trouble is this tiny towel!'