Mel looked around, and then with an evil smile, she threw the towel over the high front fence and locked gate of a nearby house.
“Totally starkers!” Mel bellowed. “Nude, nude, nude!”
Maria and Eva’s generous, protective gift had now been ruthlessly disposed of, leaving me naked and vulnerable once more. I gripped my hands tight over my crotch.
A few seconds later, a huffing and puffing Loz finally skidded up beside Mel, her face red and sweating with exertion.
The lean, attractive, blonde thirty-something looked me up and down, and then smiled wickedly.
“I knew he was naked under there,” Loz smirked. “Fuck, look at him…he’s so hot! The muscles…”
“Why?” I asked. “Why did you do this?”
“Because it’s fun,” Mel sneered and brushed her damp brown hair off her face. “Mate, if we see a hot guy walking around in a towel, it’s coming off.”
Mel pointed right at my crotch with one of the most smug, self satisfied smiles that I’d ever seen.
“Move your hands,” Mel smirked. “Give us a look at it.”
“Show us your dick, and then you can go,” Loz smirked. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
“I already caught a glimpse,” Mel smiled. “It looks huge.”
I quickly dropped my hands to get it over with. Mel and Loz stared right at my crotch in shocked silence.
Then, after a few seconds, both girls started laughing and pointing right at my exposed cock.
“No wonder I caught you,” Mel giggled. “How can you run with that thing swinging around! Your balls are so big too!”
“Jesus, it’s huge,” Loz added. “It’s a wonder he didn’t trip over it.”
Mel and Loz shamelessly looked me up and down, lingering on my exposed cock for what felt like hours.
Then eventually, seemingly done with their cheeky and luridly disrespectful fun, they both sighed loudly.
“Okay, off you go,” Mel said. “Run off naked into the night, you silly prick.”
“We got you good, dickhead,” Loz added, and I turned around wordlessly in shame.
As I walked off, I heard a wild giggle and then felt a huge, stinging slap on my right butt cheek.
I turned around in shock, and then felt another massive slap, this time on my left butt cheek.
I then felt another enormous, full throttle strike on my right butt cheek, sending strangely erotic shards of pain up my spine.
Mel and Loz were laughing wildly and taking it in turns to brutally spank my bare butt. They’d crossed the line.
Infuriated, I spun around and looked at both the women with pure anger. This just made them both laugh even louder.
Mel then reached out and plucked at my small thatch of man-scaped pubic hair with her fingers.
“This is so much fun,” the thirty-something whooped. “This must be so fucking humiliating! I love it!”
I could have just turned and ran, but something about Mel’s horribly arrogant attitude flipped a switch in me.
I’m a laidback guy, but the unnecessarily brutal spanking and insulting name calling sparked something in me.
I was furious — but admittedly turned on too — at being publicly denuded and made to look like a fool.
I noticed that Mel’s singlet was old and worn, with the fabric thin and tattered around the edges near her waist.
Her freely jiggling, mid-sized breasts also suggested that the woman was topless underneath her singlet.
Before Mel even knew what was happening, I grabbed the bottom of her singlet with both my hands, and then violently ripped the flimsy fabric apart.
The white cotton tore in half, and Mel’s nicely shaped breasts tumbled sexily out into the warm night air.
“What the fuck?” the confused and embarrassed Mel screamed, and then looked down at her shredded singlet and now fully exposed breasts.
“You fuckin’ prick,” Mel screamed. “My top…my tits! You prick.”
Loz looked down at her denuded friend and laughed uproariously. She pointed at Mel’s exposed tits and threw her head back with unbridled amusement.
“Fuck, I always thought they were fake!” Loz bellowed. “They’re real! They’re wobbling too much to be fake!”
“Fuck off,” the shame-faced Mel said and scowled at us both while she desperately tried to pull her shredded singlet back together and restore her modesty.
“You really did just go to Thailand for a holiday!” Loz continued to mock her friend. “Not for a boob job!”
“Nice tits,” I smirked, and looked appreciatively at Mel’s soft, pale, lightly jiggling nude breasts. “You look hot.”
As Mel clumsily attempted to cover her tits, Loz doubled over with hilariously unsympathetic laughter.
I then looked closely at Mel’s small, tight shorts and realised that they were just held up with an elastic waistband.
They were made of a soft, light fabric, almost like pyjamas, and there was no belt, button, zipper or even drawstring to keep them up.
I smiled. With the shame-faced Mel still preoccupied, I grabbed a fistful of her soft shorts in each of my hands.
With relentless force, I wrenched Mel’s little shorts violently down over her slim hips and long, tanned legs.
The shocked thirty-something let out a scream of surprise, obviously dumbfounded that she’d now lost her pants too.
Even better, I realised that I’d actually managed to grab Mel’s underpants along with her shorts, and both were now puddled hilariously around her ankles.
The bitchy thirty-something looked down to see that she had indeed been pantsed, and was now almost completely exposed.
Stunned, the once smug Mel merely stood there in silence with her mouth agape and her arms hanging limply by her sides.
Mel’s shocked failure to instantly cover herself gave me a nice, long look at her tangled and amusingly ungroomed patch of dark pubic hair.
The thirty-something’s bush wasn’t big, but it was a thick, unruly mess, which prompted another loud guffaw from Loz.
“Fuckin’ hell,” the blonde howled. “You need a wax, girl! Look at that bush!”
“What the fuck?” Mel said in shock, and then looked right at me. “You fuckin’ dacked me! You fuckin’ prick!”
As her exposed tits jiggled and bounced, Mel reached down to pull up her shorts, fully exposing her butt in the process.
Mel quickly pulled the shorts up over her legs, and her tits bounced enticingly with the movement.
I took advantage of Mel’s surprise nudity and Loz’s amusement, and quickly ran off down the street.
With the sound of Loz’s insensitive giggling and Mel’s frustrated swearing in my ears, I ran quickly through the night.
“Fuck you, prick!” Mel’s embarrassed voice rung out in the darkness. “Fuck you!”
After a brief, happy period of towel-assisted respite, my enforced night-time nude run now recommenced.
I grabbed my cock and balls to stop them swinging around so much, and charged hard through the dark, quiet suburban streets.
I forged on, completely nude, getting closer to home with every desperate step.
I moved stealthily and unbothered through the dark and thankfully deserted back streets, happy with my progress.
Perhaps too confidently, I quickly turned a corner into another quiet street, and then almost ran right into a big, black Ford which was quietly idling by the curb.
Nude in the headlights, I looked inside the car and saw four young guys looking back at me. They all peered at each other in surprise and confusion.