Oh, crap! A flat tire. I suppose it could have been worse. At least it was a nice day. I pulled over and opened the trunk, having no idea how absolutely wonderful this day would become.

Hoping for a knight in shining armor to come to my rescue, I fiddled about in the trunk. Of course I knew how to jack up the car, and change the tire — my dad had seen to that — but it would be a whole lot better if some handsome dude would come and do it for me!

Maybe it was my adorable smile, or maybe it was pretty white dress, but sure enough, a boy came to my rescue. “Brad” was his name. He was so sweet. After he changed my tire, we took a long walk in the woods, talking and laughing the whole way. He was such a gentleman, too. He patted my butt a lot, and let his fingers slip between my cheeks, when we walked. He was so gentle, it tickled. I relaxed my cheeks, hoping he would feel my wet pussy, but he never did. Finally, I said I was hot (not a lie, actually!) and asked him if he would mind holding my dress. He seemed a little flustered at the question, so I thought it best not to give him a lot of time to think about it. I took off my dress and handed it to him, and we continued walking for a long time.

Gradually, I noticed my surroundings were less wooded, and more urban. I started to feel a little self-conscious about being naked, so I asked for my dress back. He looked around, acting as if a gust of wind had suddenly absconded with my dress, then turned to me and said he was sorry, he had no idea what had happened to it, but maybe he could make it up to me by taking me out to dinner.

“Sure,” I said, “but right now, I think we should get back to my car, don’t you agree?”

He laughed. “Your car is miles away. But the best restaurant in the whole world is right here. Let’s eat!”

“But I’m naked!”

“I’ll admit you’re a tad under-dressed. But it’s a casual place. We’ll get an out-of-the-way table. You’ll be fine.”

Before I knew it, we were standing at the hostess stand, asking for a table for two. I was relieved to see the hostesses were all wearing cute little man-tailored black shirts, and when one of them bent over to pick up our menus, I saw she wasn’t wearing any bottom. Brad gave me a little spank as we followed the hostess to our booth. “Your waitress will be right with you,” she said.

And she was right. “Hi, my name is Mandy, and I’ll be your server,” said our waitress.

Mandy was also wearing a black shirt and an apron. She took our drink order, and then, as she walked away, we could see she wasn’t wearing any bottom. “Mandy has a very pretty butt,” I said.

“Are you still feeling uneasy about being naked?” asked Brad.

How perceptive! “A little,” I said.

“Maybe I can help… Excuse me, Mandy!”

“No, don’t…” I had no idea how he thought Mandy could help me feel better about being naked, so I was all the more shocked by what he said to her.

“Yes?” said Mandy.

“My date is feeling a little uneasy about being naked in public, so I wonder if you could take off your apron,” said Brad.

“I’m sorry, sir,” said Mandy, “but they won’t let us wear any bottoms here, so it’s all I have to keep me decent.”

Suddenly realizing she had insulted me, she stammered, “I mean… I meant to say…” but it was too late. She realized she had to make it up to me, so she said “Oh, alright,” and took off the apron, holding it waywardly.

“You don’t have to do that,” I said, thinking how adorable Mandy looks with her shirt tails tied about her midriff.

As Mandy left, Brad commented on how nicely shaved Mandy is. “Just like you,” he added quickly.

I snuggled up to Brad, spreading my legs to let him stroke my thighs. Such a gentleman, he stopped just short of my pussy, in case I might be embarrassed if he made me excited. “It’s okay,” I said, guiding his hand. “Just don’t make me cum in public, okay?”

“It’s okay to get excited, though?”

“Sure, honey,” I said. “but when I start breathing fast, just ease up a bit, and let me catch my breath.” I hoped this would be enough for him to understand that I’m completely incapable of cumming quietly. This has always been embarrassing for me, ever since high school. When my girlfriends and I would wear a t-shirt and panties to school, they would always dare me to take off my panties before homeroom, and it made me so excited I could hardly stand it. Then, at lunch, they would tease me, and make me do things. Embarrassing things. And if I refused to comply, they would make me cum, and I would scream at the top of my lungs when I came. It always started small. They would stroke my inner thighs, and make me spread my legs. I knew I had to do it, or they would make me cum. Then they would make me lift my shirt up over my tits in public. I hated that! But it was better than cumming in public, so I did it. Then they would make me get on my hands and knees on the table in the cafeteria in front of everyone! There I was, wearing nothing but a little t-shirt on my hands and knees. They would push my shirt up to make sure everyone saw my butt, and they would stroke my thighs until I begged them not to make me cum. It made me so crazy I would sometimes rip off my shirt in exchange for a promise not to make me cum in public, and then they would laugh, and give me back my shirt. It was all in good fun. I would put my shirt back on, praying that not too many people saw me crawling naked on top of the table while my friends laughed at me.

“Are you ready to order?” asked Mandy.

“Yes,” said Brad. “I would like your shirt… I mean, not for me. For my date.”

Mandy blushed. “I um… I … It’s just that…”

“Mandy, you know what you have to do.”

Mandy left in a huff, and Brad leaned in, stroking my inner thigh, and whispering in my ear. “You’ll enjoy this,” he said.

“Is Mandy going to just take off her shirt and give it to me?”

Brad laughed. “Nothing that simple. You’ll see.”

Just then, the manager came over and said something to Brad in a hushed tone. Brad nodded.

“May I have your attention, please,” the manager yelled.

Suddenly it became very quiet in the restaurant.

“We have a young lady in the restaurant who, unfortunately, has no clothes. The poor girl is naked.” Turning to me, the manager held out his hand in my direction. All eyes were on me. I shot Brad a look meant to kill him, if looks could kill!

I stood up, trembling. I joined the manager in the center of the restaurant, still sending daggers Brad’s way. “Mandy?” said the manager.

Mandy came over to join us. She had untied the front of her shirt, I thought maybe in hopes of covering her pussy, but even untied, it wasn’t quite long enough. Then she started unbuttoning it, When it was completely unbuttoned, she stood facing the manager, and half the people in the restaurant, looking as sexy as any girl has ever looked! Her nipples were barely covered, and her breasts were gorgeous! “Your shirt, please, Mandy,” said the manager.

“Can I at least hug her now?”

“Of course, honey,” he said. Mandy faced me, and put her hands on my hips as the manager deftly removed her shirt, and held it up.

“These girls will kiss,” he said, “until one of them has an orgasm. The first girl to cum loses, and either sits down, naked, if it’s our customer, here, or goes back to work, if it happens to be Mandy… Let the games begin!”

Mandy grabbed me, hard, and kissed me like a boy. It felt good. I mean, really good. I kissed her back the way I would kiss a boy, and felt her butt crack, reaching down to her pussy, and rubbing it hard, and then I remembered how I like my own pussy to be rubbed — gently at first, getting harder and harder as it gets wetter and wetter. I pulled her legs apart, not caring about her modesty, trying only to make her cum. I focused so hard on making her cum that I forgot about my own situation.

Hey, no fair! She was using a vibrator on me as we continued kissing passionately. Just then, the manager put a vibrator in my own hand, which I began running up and down between her asshole and her vagina, plunging it in and out of both holes. With my other hand, I stroked her pussy, first gently, letting the vibrator do its work, then harder as I sensed she was closer to cumming. Before long, I was pressing three fingers hard against her front, reaching under her hood to her clitoris, rubbing her faster and faster, harder and harder until I heard her gasp! I held her tight, and spread my legs wide as she started to cum, then, still kissing her, I tried to scream as I realized I was cumming, too. She had plunged the vibrator deep into my asshole and left it there as she worked on me with both hands, a finger (or was it two?) plunged deep into my vagina as the whole palm of her hand worked on my pussy, and her other hand tickled my butt cheeks. I screamed and held her tight as I came in front of everyone in that restaurant.

This was the first time since high school that I came in public, and just like then, the reaction was the same. Cheering and applause from everyone in the restaurant. I had been beaten, again, just like in high school. But for once, instead of feeling humiliated, I felt a deep love for Mandy. “Thanks, Mandy,” I said, kissing her tenderly, and stroking her perfect breasts.

“No, thank you,” she said. She cradled my face between her hands, and kissed me again, this time so tenderly I almost came again. “No one has ever beaten me at this game until today. You’re a great lover,” she said.

I tried to laugh, but it came out as a hiccough. I stroked her pretty hair as I tried to make sense of what she said. “But I came,” I said, still stroking her perfect ass, which remained completely relaxed as I let my fingers trace the deep recesses of her butt crack.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and bent one knee, lifting her foot, and pressing her body into mine. “Mmmm,” she purred. “So did I.”

“Our new champion!” said the manager, draping Mandy’s shirt over me.

“That’s so sweet,” I said, “but I can’t take Mandy’s shirt. I mean, I was feeling so self-conscious earlier, being naked and all, but now I came in front of everyone, which should be so much more humiliating, and all I can think of is how much I love Mandy. Please let me be naked, so Mandy can wear this shirt.”

“Well, then, you should take it, Brad. I trust you to choose which girl should wear it. Take it with you, and give it to your date when she comes to her senses.”

“Wait, do you two know each other?”

Mandy laughed. “Oh, sure, Brad is a regular. But this is the first time he’s ever won my shirt.”

“Won your shirt?! Not so fast, Brad. This is my shirt!” I swiped it off him, and put it on. Then I kissed Mandy one more time, and stalked out of the restaurant, waiting until I was outside to button it up, so as not to interrupt the flow of my dramatic exit.