NEW: A Walk in the Park [1/3] (emb voy exh nc)
Peter the Grate
Story : A Walk in the Park
Author : Peter the Grate
Released : 22 Nov, 1994
Description : A young lady encounters fierce weather and gang members in
: a rather embarrassing, compromising day at community college
: and the evening walk home.
Themes : embarrassment, voyeurism, humiliation, panty-fetish, mild
: violence (no hitting or rape (but close)), non-consentual
: exhibitionism (the best kind :^).
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A Walk in the Park
A WALK IN THE PARK
There are times that man causes great pain or embarrassment
to his fellow man. But then, there are also those special times
when one's greatest perils are not the result of another's
malicious acts, but of mere chance or coincidence.
This is the recounting of just such an event, or, more
accurately, a whole day that went wrong for one shy, misfortunate
young lady name Cathy, who, as we shall see was the victim of a
most ill-timed series of natural catastrophes.
It was dark as Cathy walked home through the park from her
night classes at the local college. Strolling along, she was
wondering how hard the teachers would make their semester finals,
hoping that she could get enough studying done in the next couple
of weeks to do well.
It was the beginning of September and the weather was
beautiful. The warm, dry Santa Ana winds that often struck the
Southern California area on summer and autumn nights mystically
enlivened the otherwise clear evening.
Cathy looked sensational. She was wearing a knee-length red
skirt, which, though not really shorter than what many of the
girls wore, was unusual for her.
It was the simple type that a lot of the girls wore. Made
basically of one piece of fabric, it wrapped around her torso
with a hook at the waist. Cathy was the type to usually wear
slacks or shorts, more because of shyness than anything else. But
today's gorgeous, sunny weather had driven her to match beauty
with beauty, so she chose to wear a dress.
Earlier at home when she woke up, she hadn't thought any
danger in picking out some skimpy underthings to celebrate the
beautiful day. She started with a pair of bright pink panties.
They were skin-tight on her firm rear-end and tissue-thin. Cut
low in both the front and back, they tapered to dainty, lacey
ribbons at her hips.
Victoria's Secret. She smiled. They were her secret now. She
thought about what she read on the net, in alt.sex.bondage. The
other girls (they hated being called 'girls'; The politically
correct crowd informed them it was demeaning, so they trumpeted
their chastisements to a blissfully indifferent congregation)
told her how they despised Victoria's Secret. No quality (in
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panties and bras anyway, she still hadn't opted for garter belts
or stockings), they said. Well, they were good enough for her,
and convenient, too.
She had rarely worn sexy underwear while in a dress, but the
wonderful day so exhilerated her that she decided to go all out.
She had thrown on a matching pink bra that surpassed her panties
in flaunting what it contained. It was made of see-through pink
lace and was so delicate that it looked as though it could barely
contain her breasts without bursting open.
As she stood before the full-length mirror, checking herself
in her blouse before putting her skirt on, she noted that the
fine lace design sewn into her bra cups could just barely be seen
through her blouse. She decided she would permit people to see a
little feminine lace. It was fashionable these, no matter how
conservative a girl was.
"Oh damn," she griped, suddenly recalling that her car was
in for its 15,000 mile inspection. Glancing over at the clock on
her nightstand, Cathy saw that if she didn't hurry, she'd be late
for class. With her car in for repairs she needed to walk to
school, and that was going to add an extra forty-five minutes
each way.
So much for her morning coffee and newspaper. She knew she'd
forget to turn off the coffee maker before she left - she'd done
it before, and come home to a ghastly smelling house and
destroyed coffee pot - so she began buttoning her blouse on her
way to the kitchen to do it before putting her dress on. She
clicked the switch on the machine, squinting from the morning sun
shining in through the kitchen window. Walking back to her
bedroom, her sleep-fogged mind was on too many things, and when
her cat meowed at the front door she opened it for her without a
second thought.
"Hi gypsy," she said. The animal lovingly brushed by her
bare leg as it darted in the door, and Cathy saw her newspaper
out front. She hopped outside into the morning sunshine and was
halfway down to the sidewalk before she noticed some neighbors
from down the street.
Three couples, out for their morning walk approached her
driveway as they strolled along the sidewalk. Cathy's short
blouse didn't even begin to cover her silky panties and she was a
most captivating sight, walking toward them only half-dressed.
She barely noticed them looking at her as they approached.
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"Oh," one of the ladies stammered with surprise, "I, uh,
think you forgot something". They were all staring at her,
especially the three men. All three husbands snickered, trying to
appear polite despite the scene before them.
Looking down and seeing her bare legs, Cathy gasped in
horror. She was caught with nowhere to hide!
"Oh my God," Cathy gasped, turning red. Already three
quarters of the way down the driveway, she knew she'd look
ridiculous if she were to run back to the house. So she pulled
her blouse down to try to cover her front, and hurried down to
the sidewalk to snatch the paper.
"Having one of those mornings, huh?" chuckled one of the
men. "It's okay, I've done it myself once or twice," he said,
assessing her shapely legs.
Cathy tried to not look awkward as she neared them. She
hoped they wouldn't make too much of her obvious liability.
Stooping to retrieve the paper, her blouse pulled up in back and
betrayed her panties in their erotic entirety.
"But ah," he observed slyly, eagerly enjoying the close-up
of her dainty, bright pink underwear, "you certainly do have a
more memorable way of doing it."
"Um, excuse me," Cathy answered, terribly humiliated. Not
looking at any of them, with the paper in hand, she trotted back
to the front door, trying not to look as awkwardly embarrassed as
she was, and therefore incapable of preventing the view they had
from behind of her squirming, panty-clad tush.
Thoroughly disgusted with herself, she threw the paper on
her kitchen table, and ran into her bedroom to finish dressing.
She quickly wrapped her dress around her, snapping the catch at
the waist and adjusting the sides to overlap one another.
Without time to properly check her appearance, Cathy failed
to notice that when pulled even moderately tight against her
chest, the new blouse that she had just bought became totally
sheer, efficiently displaying whatever was behind it.
And so, predictably, when she tucked her blouse into her
skirt, the hint of lace that she'd allowed herself a few seconds
before quite embarrassingly transformed with her titillating
lingerie materializing from behind in perfect detail.
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The see-through fabric of the bra didn't do anything to keep
her dark-skinned nipples from showing through as conspicuous,
brown blots. Against the sheer white blouse, the half-dollar
sized, dark, round spots were impossible to miss, but she was in
too much of a hurry to check herself in the mirror before
leaving.
Stepping into a pair of high-heeled shoes, she grabbed her
purse and notebook and was out the door without a look back.
She hadn't noticed the subtle glances of the guys that she
passed, as they didn't want to alert her to the fact that they
were staring straight at her nipples.
When she awoke that morning, the day was calm.
Unfortunately, though, a brisk wind had picked up quite quickly
that would certainly have caused her to have chosen against
wearing a weightless, cotton skirt, not to mention the sexy
underwear. She had become concerned as she noticed it, but
realized that there really wasn't much she could do about it, now
that she was at school.
The wind, predictably, was having quite a lot of fun with
the skirts of many girls, and Cathy became one more victim. The
way that her skirt was designed, a one-piece wrap-around, any
moderate gust of wind blew it open rather embarrassingly. She had
bought it when she was younger, and though it fit her, the sides
overlapped each other by an inch or two less than she was
comfortable with these days.
It was a great inconvenience for Cathy to have to hold her
skirt together whenever the wind blew, and at the same time try
to balance an armload of books and a purse. On top of that, it
was getting really embarrassing to see the guys' eyes on her
whenever a breeze started up. She knew just what they were
looking at.
Once or twice the forceful winds had been strong enough to
cause great distress. The first time, and the worst, because all
of the people who witnessed it, occurred when she was sitting
outside next to her biology classroom waiting for her first class
to begin with the others, early that morning.
There were about twenty people there, most of them sitting
on the benches, talking amongst themselves. While she was sorting
through her papers next to her, a healthy breeze surged through
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the little courtyard in front of the rooms. It created havoc with
the dry leaves that were scattered on the bricks.
When it struck the bench that she was sitting on, the breeze
flitted through her papers. In an attempt to save the work that
she'd spent hours on, she leapt to her feet and bent over the
papers to keep them from blowing away. Two escaped her and blew
down the sidewalk in front of the classrooms, so she knelt down
and spread her arms as best she could over the remaining seven
arrayed out before her.
But as she did so, the breeze intensified. The bench had a
straight cement front, which served to quite efficiently deflect
the powerful gust upwards where it puffed up her defenseless
skirt and blew it inside out up over her back.
In a shocking instant, all of her up to her waist was
suddenly quite completely revealed to all of her friends and the
other students. On the benches facing her, the eight or ten guys
that happened to be praying for a miracle got a dazzling view of
the bright sunlight shining directly on her skimpy pink panties.
Cathy gasped in shock, her hair in her eyes, and tried her
best, with one hand, to push her disloyal dress back down, while
trying to control her papers with the other.
In the breeze, her shirt fluttered like a flag as she
frantically stuffed it between her legs. The guys and girls who
were watching her performance giggled in delight, and she turned
a lovely shade of red, battling to conceal her risque underwear.
Later that morning, she had been at the snack shack to get
something to drink when she was again victimized by mother
nature. The snack shack was in the center of the campus, and was
therefore usually quite crowded, with a multitude of students
milling around, both inside and out.
She stood next to the door, unwrapping a candy bar, facing
the trash can, when another of the strong winds blew through the
area. An eddy formed right where she was standing and ballooned
her skirt up for almost three full seconds.
Several girls giggled and some guys pointed when they saw
the dainty, tight, pink panties that erotically creased her rear
end, but her skirt dropped back down before she noticed that it
happened.
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But, as the breezes hadn't proven strong enough to raise her
skirt up too high, except for the one time that she knew of, she
dismissed them without great concern. That turned out to be a
mistake, when she had indeed become dreadfully humiliated after
lunch as she was going to class, when the winds did prove quite
troublesome indeed.
She had been heading up the outdoor stairwell of the three-
story school building, talking with a couple of guys from her
English class.
"Oh, I don't know," she said. "I don't see how his test can
really be all that hard. I've been studying every night. I feel
pretty good about it."
Suddenly and silently, a powerful gust shot up into the
enclosed cement stairway. Burdened with her purse and her books,
Cathy was not prepared to effectively respond to what happened.
Channeled and strengthened, the wind inflated her thin skirt
and it erupted like a parachute.
When it could expand no more, it split open all the way to
where it hooked together at her waist and laid thoroughly bare
what it had been shrouding only seconds before.
As it was lunchtime, there was a healthy crowd of students
on campus, and a good twenty people, most of them guys, got a
complete and sensational view of her pink nylon panties, while
she struggled to control her fluttering skirt.
"Shit!" she screamed. She tried to push it down without
dropping her books, but wasn't very successful. Several guys
walking up the stairs behind her were treated to a full view of
her from behind, while her skirt, blown up and flapping inside-
out against her back, totally revealed her provocative underwear
to their greedy eyes.
The guys that were walking with her were too shocked and
embarrassed for her to do anything except gawk at her underwear
and watch her try and cover herself. She scampered up the
stairway in order to get away and ran into her classroom, leaving
behind a congregation of laughing, lust-filled classmates.
But now, her four o'clock Friday class finished, she was
ready for a weekend of relaxing at the beach. It would help her
relax and she could bring her books to study for her final exams.
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Suddenly, as she considered what was on her schedule for
later on that night, three low-life looking males jumped out in
front of her from the wooded area by the path. One pointed a
small revolver in her face.
"Well, look what we have here, boys," he sneered. "What-choo
got for us tonight, little lady?"
Cathy saw their lustful eyes playing over her body. At
nineteen, they considered her a prize catch, and horrible
thoughts of a violent mugging leapt through her panicking mind.
She shuddered to think of what they could do to her.
The leader of the punks motioned to her with the small
pistol, saying, "Step on over here with me, beautiful. We're
gonna have a little party, and we all want you to join us."
He looked over at the parking lot next to them at his car,
his eyes alighting with an idea. "C'mon over here." He grabbed
Cathy roughly, spilling her books out of her arms, dragging her
over to the rusting hulk. Too afraid to scream, Cathy followed
without struggling. She hoped to escape unharmed by not angering
them. She hoped that they intended only to rob her. That, she
could deal with, at least.
Pointing to the battered, green Pontiac, he ordered her,
"Get up on the roof." He pushed her at it. "You're gonna give us
a little strip show, baby. Take your clothes off for us, and do
it nice and sexy and slow, so I don't get too excited and pull
this trigger."
Cathy faltered, panic stricken. "Take my clothes off?," she
thought to herself, "God, I can't do that!" She looked around her
at the greasy, lustful eyes that were anticipating her performing
a striptease. "Please," she pleaded, "I can't! Please, just let
me go!"
"Go on, Godammit! Move!", he screamed, pushing her again at
the hood of the car. Cathy, fearful of the three, clambered up on
the hood, and then up to the roof. Her location, standing up
there, quivering, made her skirt even more susceptible to the
winds, which proceeded to whip her dress constantly. She was
doing her best to keep it pushed down, but her barely adequate
struggles and occasional failures were only making the thugs more
and more horny.
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"Please don't hurt me. Please, I won't say anything, just
let me go home!", she begged. A draft blew up through her legs
and her skirt very nearly evaded her frantic hands. Perched on
the car roof, begging for her release, she had to fight to keep
the impetuous wind from exposing her racy underwear.
"Actually I work for the Salvation Army," he grinned
lecherously. "I collect for 'em. They told me they're really
runnin' short on clothes this month, so I said I'd help 'em out.
"You look like a real willing volunteer. Why doncha donate
your shirt to the needy, huh? Maybe we'll call it even after
that." He stepped forward menacingly, doing his best to
intimidate Cathy with the revolver.
"No," she protested, "Are you kidding? Who do you think you
are?" Maybe if she fought back they would scare off easily. They
were just punks anyway. "You can't make me undress in public.
This is kidnapping. I'm not taking my clothes off for you or
anyone else!"
"Damn it, I said take it off!" he screamed at her, pointing
the gun at her face. Cathy cringed in fear of him. His pointing
the gun at her convinced her to reexamine the intelligence of her
attempt at boldness.
"Wait, okay, don't!" she said quickly, her fingers darting
to her blouse. "I'm... unbuttoning it." Hoping to escape with
minimal humiliation, she began the dreaded process of disrobing
in front of them.
One by one, she released the four little pearl buttons, and
a few seconds later, only her fingers, clutched at her chest,
were holding it closed against the persistent winds.
"God," she moaned to herself. "they're really going to make
me do it." She couldn't believe what was happening. "I can't take
my -clothes- off." She felt so exposed before them. It felt so
indescribably revealing to stand in front of a bunch of leering
guys with her shirt unbuttoned.
"Please don't...," she begged.
"Take the shirt off, baby," the punk interrupted. "Take it
off before I get pissed!"
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"Can't I do something else?" she begged. As she spoke, she
slowly tugged her blouse free at her waist with one hand, while
holding it together in front with the other.
"Goddamn it," he seethed, moving forward toward her.
"Wait," she whined, "okay..."
She hesitated for a few seconds, but then carefully slipped
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