Lyla stumbled to a halt, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Her heart rumbled, and her ankles panged for a break. She put her hands to her knees and panted for a moment. That was one lap of her jog down, two more to go. A sunny morning like this one was the perfect day to do it. Most people would be at work or school, and for at least an hour or two she’d have the park to herself. Not to mention the vibrant weather.

Her phone warned her the temperature and humidity would be more oppressive later. But there was something about the mornings like this one that seemed serene. There was always a morning dew, and the droplets on the grass would twinkle like diamonds as the golden sunlight sang over the park’s soccer field. The clouds hadn’t shown up yet, and birds would be all too happy to cheer on the new day.

Lyla reached behind her head and felt for her hair tie. It secured her shoulder-length shimmering copper cascade into a tight, bouncy ponytail. Well, maybe tight wasn’t accurate. With frayed fibers and a tiny bit of exposed rubber, Lyla had put that little accessory through one too many uses. Sooner or later, it would eventually drift down the tail. 

With her first lap finished, a break wasn’t unreasonable. Plus, Lyla had to make sure she got her nickel’s worth out of this hair tie. So she took a few steps toward a set of bleachers that overlooked the soccer fields. She’d take a quick rest, fix her hair tie, and be well on her way for lap two. 

Then a cool feeling washed over her feet. Her eyes widened and her face snapped to the sensation. When the puddle settled, her reflection stared back. “Ahh, I forgot!” She rolled her eyes. Rain from the night before. And there was a slight dip in the ground where this bleacher sat. It always took longer for a puddle to dry out in this spot. Now her shoes were flooded and soaked.

She moved back toward the other set of bleachers and took a seat. The cool metal greeted her as her sky-blue dolphin shorts met the metal. Lyla took a closer look and lifted one leg, as cool water dripped off a limp shoelace. Then she repeated her inspection with the twin. Same story. That rainwater soaked her socks too. 

Lyla took a breath. Her heart was still running as if she were trying to break a lap record. The white tank top rose as she inhaled. Her eyes wandered the parking lot that ran along the soccer field. That little blue car of hers was the only one in the lot. She was alone.

“…Just wring them out, and put them back on. Just wring them out, and put them back on…” Lyla repeated as she pulled one shoe off. For any jogger, pulling a shoe off once in a while was understandable. Sometimes a pesky rock gets in there, and that’s never comfortable. Once in a while, a sock needed an adjustment. Stepping in a puddle was a little reckless, but who could claim perfection? Certainly not Lyla.

One shoe came off, and she had to hook a finger into the sock. The soaked cotton clung to her ankle like a second skin. The garment fought her as she tried to peel. As if it knew it was the first domino in the line. Its sopping grip didn’t last long, however, as Lyla wrestled the sock off. Morning air glided over her moist foot.

She gasped.

Her foot was bare now. It was exposed. It was naked. The sensation sent a shiver up her back as she put a hand over her blushing face. Lyla trembled like a leaf as the sun let her foot enjoy a slight shine. She wiggled her toes in the thick breeze. A sigh escaped her as the high wore off. 

“It’s okay… it’s okay… don’t let a snowflake start an avalanche,” Lyla warned herself. She set the sock and shoe beside her on the bleacher and lowered her foot to the drier grass below. The tender turf tickled her sole and she gasped again. The texture. All the tiny points tickling. It was everything Lyla could do to bite her lip and stop her reaction from bursting. Her toes wiggled again, taking it in. Her foot was bare, and touching the elements. 

It took her a moment to feel her heart slow down. She could finally catch her breath as she planned. And there was another foot to go. “How am I going to do this…” she moaned to herself. Lyla took another look at the parking lot. Still only one car. That was the main lot at the park. Nobody else would be here. 

She wrestled the other shoe off. Again, adrenaline began to flow. Lyla tried to push past it. She clawed at the other sock and forced it from her body. All the while, little tingles of heat zipped around her insides, anticipating the sensation. Eager for it. Her thighs pressed against one another, while the free foot clenched its toes. 

When the other sock slipped from her foot, Lyla took another gasp. She bit the side of her thumb as her toes wiggled in freedom. Her leg stayed above her other knee. There was no getting around what was coming. She lowered her other foot as slowly as she could, not sure if it would mitigate the feeling… or savor it.

Her foot planted in the grass near its twin, and a moan forced its path out of her mouth. Lyla’s breath hitched and she leaned against her thighs. “Too fast…!” Crimson decorated her cheeks as her exposed, bare, naked feet enjoyed the texture of the grass, her toes wiggling. She panted and shook her head. It felt amazing. 

“Just wring them out and put them back on. Just wring them out and put them back on…” Lyla trembled, as she extended a hand toward those socks. One good twist to the fabric, and water was dripping down to the ground. And yet, Lyla’s mind gravitated toward what she had just done. 

She had taken a little clothing off in public. Nobody saw, sure. And she was still quite decent. But that didn’t change the fact that she was less dressed now. From the tips of her toes to her upper thighs where her sky-blue dolphin shorts started, Lyla wasn’t wearing clothing. And that fact was making her senses bubble.

The socks were still wet despite Lyla strangling every drop she could. Her shoes weren’t much better. The memory foam inside held the water like a sponge. She’d have to head back to her car, she couldn’t walk without her footwear.

…Could she?

Lyla stood up. The walking path was well-kept, and if it proved uncomfortable, she could always step on the grass that went along it. The rush from a new texture was gone. On top of that, she was the only one there. Nobody would see her and think it’s weird. So, Lyla spread her socks and shoes on the bleachers to give them as much sunlight as possible. She could do a walking lap. Her footwear would be dry by the time she returned.

The barefoot girl took a breath. “It’s just a walk. I’m in control. I’m not gonna break,” she motivated herself. She faked a smile through her blush, took a deep breath, and stepped onto the pavement of the sidewalk.

“Ha….!” Lyla put her hands over her mouth. The first thing she noticed was the heat. It wasn’t hot, but it was certainly warm. And that heat sent a bolt of lightning up her curvy legs, over her hips, up her back, buzzing her shoulders, up her neck, and directly to her brain. The hormones soaking it made for a conductor as she felt her chest rise and fall. Her toes wiggled on the rough texture. Even though it wasn’t forgiving like the grass, the tough, smooth surface still caused her body to boil in anticipation. 

She took a look at the bleachers, and the path ahead. Did she have the strength? Could she handle her hormones? Just one lap. One lap and she’d head home. All she needed was the self-control to avoid doing something reckless.

Lyla continued up the path toward the beginning of the tree line that ran through the park. The path would split left and right, circling around a pond before reuniting past the clearing. The real sight was the fountain that sat in the middle of the pond. At the center was a proud statue of a woman, balancing a jar upon her head. A geyser shot from the jar, high into the air, creating an ever-present mist. When the sun weaved through the tree branches, a brilliant rainbow of vibrant shades shimmered over the fountain. 

She admired the sight for a moment. This always soothed her. It was probably the most beautiful thing in the park. Lyla took a few steps closer and leaned against the railing that separated the sidewalk from the pond. 

Lyla took a look at her reflection. Her blush hadn’t faded. Every time a shoe slipped, a button came undone, or a zipper slid, she’d end up in a struggle for control of herself. Lyla’s hands balled into fists. She’d challenge herself on her own terms and resist that thrill. It was time to win this war.

Aside from running hiss from the fountain and some chirping birds, Lyla was still alone. A deep breath filled her lungs and filled her chest outward. She could take a chance. There was a way to prove her self-control was authentic. She glanced down at her clothing. From her feet to her thighs, there was nothing. But hugging her hips was that cuddly set of dolphin shorts. They always looked like they could slip down so easily. Above that was a white tank top, loose and light to let air through. Well, it was such a light piece of clothing, not having it wouldn’t feel much different from having it. 

Lyla gripped the hemline and began to pull the shirt up. She could sense the sunlight greet her smooth stomach and the gentle curve of her back. Her toes curled and her face felt a bit hotter as she exposed more and more of herself. Despite the hissing of the fountain, the rustle of leaves, and the choir of birds, Lyla could hear the tiny fibers of her shirt shift as she pulled it over her head. She looked down at her body, the black sports bra barking back at her. It secured her chest well and left plenty to the imagination. But there were so many more inches of skin on display. The tingle of touching the air buzzed all over her, and she could feel a couple of pebbles poking into the cups.

Working out in shorts and a sports bra wasn’t too unusual. On a hot enough day, Lyla could see it being reasonable. And yet, there was so much more. Lyla held her breath and twisted the shirt in both hands, a little smile cracking through the facade of fear as she started taking measured steps. 

At the halfway point, Lyla took another glance at both ends of the fountain area. She still had it to herself. She took a breath and closed her eyes. It was everything Lyla could do to relax and lower her guard. After all, she was still technically decent. But the air hugging her skin kept her on edge. The shirt was no longer on her body, and she was a little more naked. 

“One…two…three…” she began to count.

More wind rustled through the trees and hugged her exposed back. Her hips shifted as she balled her hands into fists. The fabric of her shirt brushed against her calves. She nearly jumped at the foreign sensation. Lyla had gotten used to the grass and pavement, but the fabric touching her there had become alien again. 

“Four…five…six…”

She could do this. Lyla would finish her challenge, put her shirt back on, and go back for her shoes. There was no way she was going to start drowning in her own desires. And yet it felt so… good to be without that shirt. She felt so much more aware of how her body was reacting. How warm she felt, how tight her bra became. It was so much.

“Seven… eight… nine….ten!” 

Lyla suddenly jerked and put her hands on her knees. She just stood there, half undressed in front of a fountain. Nobody saw. She was still in control. Her smile reignited as she kept moving. She had done it. She was stronger than her urges. Why not continue her walk? There was a spring in her step as she made her way toward the exit of the pond. 

Her shoulders settled as she glanced one more time at the fountain before frowning at her shirt. She giggled. To think she was actually a little disappointed that she had maintained control. But it was what it was. She pulled the shirt back on over her head, pushed her arms through the holes, and continued walking on. Ahead of her was the park’s baseball diamond, which the path went to the right of. Along the pavement was a concession stand, currently not in use, and a little further was a public restroom.

As she walked, her tank top would flutter and the hemline would tickle her midriff. A slip here, a brush there. It was loose as it always was, but the way it sat on her felt like she wasn’t really wearing it. She stopped and took another glance around the area. She was still alone. Lyla bit her lip, and raised her arms straight up, propping a wrist behind her elbow. This raised the hemline of her shirt, letting it tickle her bare stomach some more. The feeling danced around her body, leaving a sweet trail of heat. 

And yet, part of her wasn’t getting to enjoy the feeling. She glanced down at a gap between her shirt and her skin. That athletic bra remained, securing her chest, and denying her that sweet sensation of loose fabric sliding over it.

Her arms came down to cover her chest. She shouldn’t. Lyla was supposed to have total self-control. And yet the smoke for the kindling embers within her obscured her judgment. If she could tempt herself further and still stop, she’d have real control. Plus, she had done well earlier. A little reward couldn’t hurt.

With that, she resumed her walk, going up the path toward the baseball diamond. Her eyes shifted around, confirming she was still the only one there as far as the eye could see. Lyla lifted her tank top, just to the point where it wouldn’t get away from her hands as she reached for the bra clasp. The little snap pulled her skin tight. 

The tension broke around her chest, and the cups began to slip. Her humble chest flowed into newfound freedom, filling the shirt as she lowered the bra. Another deep exhale escaped her as she pulled it off.

The smooth fabric of her shirt covered her tender breasts, but her nipples made their presence known, each peak poking through the fabric. Could she see a touch of pink, or was she imagining it?

Lyla couldn’t help herself, and gripped the hemline of her shirt, pulling it down, and pulling tight. It squeezed her chest, and cleavage squished through the neck hole. She could feel the air against herself. This time, pink was able to show where those adamant tips were, making her reaction no secret. She pulled the shirt in one direction and twisted to the other, dragging the fabric against her tingling tips. The fabric was sheer when taut, allowing the pink to peek through. She felt hot, and it wasn’t just the weather.

She took a glance at her bra. It had fallen to her feet without her thinking about it. The freedom her chest indulged in was incredible, and she was going to enjoy her hard-earned reward for all it was worth. But that did leave her wondering what to do with this top. She glanced ahead at the baseball diamond and had a little idea.

The barefoot girl stepped onto the warm dirt and approached one of the dugouts. It had a gray chain link fence like any other old public baseball field would. And the dugout wasn’t really “dug out”. It was above ground. But it did have a bench. Lyla giggled to herself and gave her bra a casual toss on the wooden seat, and went back to the path. 

Lyla resumed her walk, gripping the shirt and pulling it tight against herself once more, pulling and twisting the sole item protecting her top half, dragging the smooth fabric against herself. She took another glance around as she passed a concession stand and restroom. She was still alone at the park. There was privacy, nobody was here to see her losing the battle for self-control, but the park still felt open enough to give a sense of risk. A fun little idea appeared in her head.

She pulled her arms into the shirt and pressed her forearms against the material. This was a bad idea… but she was in control. How often would she get a chance at this? She pressed, stretching and straining the fabric outward. Lyla could hear the threads cry with little squeaks of stress as she stretched it as much as she could. When she put her arms back in the proper place, the shirt appeared a size or two larger than it once was. 

A little giggle escaped her, as she positioned each strap of the tank top on the edge of her shoulders. She took a deep breath and balled her hands into fists. 

“Ready… s-set… go!” She shouted to herself and took off with a light jog. Lyla moved along the path, with a bouncy spring in her step, causing her shirt to jump, and her freed breasts to bounce. As she continued, she could feel a shoulder strap slip out of place. It ran lower and lower on her shoulder, and she could see a breast become more and more exposed. Her eyes shimmered as she felt the fabric glide down, the very edge of it caught on her nipple. 

Lyla slowed down and closed her eyes. “Self-control… don’t break… don’t break… don’t…mmmhhh!” She did a little hop and felt her shirt shift. The thicker edge of fabric slipped from her nipple and allowed her breast to spill over into the morning air. “Ahh….” she hummed. 

The feeling flowed through her. She felt as if she was drowning in sweet warmth. Lyla’s self-control was crumbling into dust and she knew it. But she let a hand move in to squeeze that breast. It filled her hand, and more tingles bolted over her body, pooling in the pit of her stomach. It felt good. Too good. How could she deny herself the sense of freedom she was giving herself? 

Lyla looked at her breasts, one bare and exposed in the sunlight, the other half covered in the fabric of her stretched, white tank top. The asymmetry was fun, but she could feel the other nipple aching for that same freedom. She wasn’t decent anymore. Was there any sense in fighting it?

“…May as well have all the fun I can have!” Lyla bit her lip and pushed the other shoulder strap over, and tugged the fabric down, allowing the other breast to enjoy the same freedom as its twin. She felt its weight shift and lowered her hand. The shirt clung to her figure just below her breasts. This stepped over a line. She wasn’t decent anymore. And yet that didn’t matter with how calm the park was. She was still alone and free to enjoy her naughty little game. She shook her chest, letting her breasts bounce and sway, the pink tips cutting through the air. She took another glance behind her and kept moving along the path.

To her right was a halfpipe, a small spot in the park for skateboarding. The paved path bent around it with a long shot to the tree line. Lyla had passed it hundreds of times and never thought much of it. And yet here she was, walking around it with her tits exposed. It gave her a certain… energy. 

Lyla took a deep breath and reached for her sky-blue dolphin shorts. A string that ran through the inside kept them secure to her hips. A little more fun certainly wouldn’t hurt though. She still had the park to herself. She untied the knot and slipped the string through. She could feel it slither around her hips. She curled her toes as she felt her shorts become looser by the second. It was such a small piece, but it was still a loss of clothing. That made her a tiny bit more naked.

She approached the half pipe, feeling her shorts become significantly looser. There was no hope they’d stay up on their own, Lyla had to keep a hand at the waistband. The fabric was a lot more free to flutter and shift now, tickling her thighs with each step she took. 

“Mhhhh…” she hummed, closing her eyes. She grinned to herself and approached the half pipe. She tossed the string to the top without a care in the world. Now she wouldn’t be able to fix her shorts. Not that it would be easy to run a string back through to begin with. It was just an extra step between her and secure clothing. An extra layer of exposure.

She continued along the path, which rounded the little skate park. Her face boiled crimson now, but there was no way to mistake that eager smile. Her breasts had a slight bounce with every stride she took, and her legs wanted to slide out of those shorts. Lyla grinned at a little opportunity she had.

Lyla tugged her shorts above her hips, playing with her clothing again, and forced her hands to her sides, balled into little fists. She kept her walk forward. Each step caused the looser shorts to descend, the fabric crawling down her thighs. The gray fabric of her athletic panties peeked into view, showing more and more as the shorts slipped. Soon, her underwear-clad rear end came to a complete display, with her shorts getting caught at her knees.

“Ohhh….” Lyla hummed. She was so indecent. Her breasts were free to bounce to any eyes that happened to look her way. Her panties clung to her hips, and only left a little to her imagination. Her smooth thighs were all too happy in the sunlight as her body trembled. Curious hands traveled to her thighs, caressing them, exploring them. It was a tangible confirmation that she was less clothed than before. 

Closing in on the tree line, Lyla let her hands travel up until they found her panties once again. Her front was growing wet, and she knew it wasn’t just sweat from exercising. They tugged on the fabric, pulling it away from her skin, looking down, allowing her pussy to greet the sunlight. The elastic slipped from her thumbs with a sudden snap. She gasped. The sharp feeling sent a shock to her system, rattling her and shaking her core.

This was getting to be too much. And yet Lyla couldn’t stop smiling. An overflow of adrenaline continued to fill her veins over how far she pushed herself. Feeling loose fabric shift over exposed skin, hearing every fiber strain or brush, while the air flowed around her, kept the girl eager. 

Lyla took another glance around to confirm she was alone. She wanted that feeling again. Against her hormones demands, she reached for the shorts and hoisted them back to her hips. The fabric sliding over her naked skin sent another shiver up her spine. But she was a little more covered again, and she needed to balance that out.

So, Lyla reached for her shirt and began to pull it upward. The white fabric came back over her breasts, but the covered state was short-lived. She continued until the smooth hemline was above her breasts, exposing them once again. Now her stomach was uncovered, and the shirt didn’t cover anything. She was indecent again, much to her delighted giggle.

She put her hands at her sides, her hormone-drunk mind demanded they don’t cover her breasts. They ignored her shorts as well, as she continued her walk to the tree line. The path did a couple of minor twists, but the trees were thick enough to where it was hard to see the rest of the park. Lyla stepped through cooler shade, as shadows of leaves danced over her skin. Everything from her breasts to her hips was visible. She felt so much more exposed without her shirt interrupting the flow. 

Her shorts played their part as well. With each step she took, they slid down her legs once more. The grey fabric of her panties came back, as the shorts stopped at her knees. The fabric gliding down her thighs sent another tingle to her already needy core. Lyla took a moment to adjust her stance, and the shorts slipped further to her ankles. 

As she stepped out of them, she took inventory of herself again. The shirt stayed at her shoulders and atop her cleavage, covering nothing essential. Her hands gave her breasts a squeeze, and she cooed. She caressed herself for only a moment before traveling lower to her midriff. No clothing got in her way as she noted how exposed she was. They reached her panties once more, the only piece of cloth between her shoulders and her feet. It was visible to anyone, but nobody was there to see her little game. She continued, caressing her thighs, her calves, her ankles, and her wiggling toes. Lyla was so close to naked.

She reached down and picked up her shorts. There was just enough common sense to know she was close to the front of the park. And while her sense of time was a little lost, there was a reason for a little more caution. She didn’t put the shorts back on, however. Instead, she continued her little walk, tits exposed and panties on show. Lyla felt her heart continue to race as she made her way along the exit of the woods. The soccer field sat on one side, and she was near the edge of the park.

Lyla could see the parking lot. She could also see the street beyond it. Her car was the only one there. And that meant she was still the only one at the park. Nobody was going to stop her from enjoying her little game. Still, going further up the path was a little dangerous. There would still be passing cars that would see her tiny pair of panties that barely covered anything, or her displaced top that did even less. 

Instead, the girl turned toward the soccer field, the soft grass giving her feet a break from the tougher pavement. Still, Lyla looked down at herself, and how exposed she was. Except for that one little patch of fabric. Did those hinder a certain feeling she explored earlier? She took another glance around herself and hooked her thumbs into the waistband. Fire broke out in her brain, and her pulse howled at her as she felt the elastic push back as she lowered the garment from her hips. She could see a wet spot where it made contact with her pussy. Lyla could only smile at the proof of her excitement. 

The panties fell to her ankles, and Lyla let a hand clamp herself between her thighs. Not to cover, but to feel. Her breath hitched as she caressed the wet lips. The only piece of clothing still on her body didn’t cover anything. Lyla pinched the fabric of her panties between her toes, and lifted them off the ground, just to sense that tiny bit of weight. With a flick of her ankle, she abandoned the tiny cover to the taller grass. 

Lyla giggled and put her hands on her bare behind. The tender cheeks had a bounce to them without her panties there. It was a little more subtle than her chest, but it was enough to remind her brain that she was exposed. That anyone could see her bare, nearly naked, and not able to do much.

Still, there was one feeling that Lyla wanted to experiment with. This time, without those pesky panties in the way. So once again, against her body’s demands, she stepped into those dolphin shorts and pulled them up her hips. The feeling of the smooth fabric against her hips managed to be new again, without a layer between them. Her pussy slightly pulsed as she let the material caress her. And of course, she was eager for what would eventually happen.

Lyla continued her walk across the soccer field, feeling the shorts inch down again. This time, the waistline directly touched her butt. The tingles climbed her back and bounced around like little sparks. With no panties to interrupt, they almost slid down her legs easier, flashing her pussy to the park once more. The shorts continued down her ankles, abandoning her one more time. 

As Lyla drew close to the bleachers where all of this began, she stepped out of the shorts without a second thought. She reached down to pick them up and looked over how naked she was. There was a subtle shine between her thighs now. The nearly nude girl was having too much fun and she knew it. Her shorts and shirt were something of a safety net. She could still be decent with them in place, as awkward as she would look. 

Lyla giggled and bunched those shorts into a little ball. She wasn’t done having fun. Not one bit. She opened her stance, and let the air flow between her legs. Another shiver rattled through her, as impulse thrust the next action. She tossed the shorts through the air, landing on the bleachers. Lyla gave the shorts a parting wave before starting her third lap up the path.

A raw energy flowed through Lyla as she made her way back to the pond. A short while before, she was shy about showing her bra off. Some silly war about controlling her impulses. She felt so charged, that she thought it was crazy for her to resist this. It was one reckless choice after another, but she had the park to herself.

Still, one piece of cloth remained. One final safety net. Lyla could pull it over herself in a pinch. But was that really better than not having it? She’d still be nearly naked, but not quite naked. And the more she thought of the term naked, the more she wanted to be naked. And so, with her intimates shoving her brain from control, she gripped the shirt and pulled it over her head.

Lyla gasped, and time seemed to stop. She stumbled and put her hands on the guard rail for the pond. The shirt slipped from her fingers and fell to her feet for the final time. 

Naked naked naked naked naked. 

Her knees wobbled. Her pussy squealed in pure delight. Toes clenched. Her chest heaved. She had done it. She stripped completely naked. Every single piece of clothing she brought to the park was away from her body.

Her breathing hitched as she looked at the pond water below her. Her reflection stared back. She wanted, no, needed a better look. With that, she lowered her legs and slid them under the guard rail, feeling the tough pavement on her butt. How many others had gone as far as she had for this insane thrill? Her toes touched the cool water, and she nearly squirmed. A hand grasped her pussy, and she let out a moan. 

‘Slow down,’ she thought. She waited to catch her breath, before pulling herself beneath the guard rail.

The pond wasn’t deep. It only came up to her knees. But the water was clean to the bottom. And at the right angle, she could see her reflection. All of her shiny thighs, her warm, pulsating pussy, the underside of her breasts. There wasn’t any clothing anywhere. Her fingertips traced her naked skin, confirming the lack of clothing. She was as naked as she could be. With her newfound freedom, she waded through the pond, enjoying the feeling of the water against her ankles, and stepped under the falling mist provided by the fountain.

Little droplets glistened her curves, giving a cool feeling amongst the sunlight. A giggle escaped her as she presented her backside to the mist, feeling a slight shiver as cool water sprinkled down over her heated form. 

Her needy little lips begged for a finger. And she gave serious thought to giving in. But she loved the way her heart raced. She loved the dizzy warmth that flowed into her mind. Lyla hummed and made her way back to the spot she climbed in from. She pulled herself under the rail, feeling the water roll down her ankles. The fact that she was sensitive enough to notice each little river that flowed down her skin and legs drove her wild. 

Once Lyla climbed out of the water, she took a glance at her shirt. Her only cover. She had her fun. She did her lap and removed every single layer of fabric from her buzzing body. Still, a little frown appeared on her face at the thought of putting that shirt back on. She picked it up and felt its weight. 

Then she chucked it over her shoulder. It flopped in the pond with a whimper. 

One more lap. One more lap as she was, completely naked from head to toe. Then her adventure would be done. She’d get dressed and go home. Lyla had far more than enough exercise by this point. Besides, she’d have to do another lap if she was going to put her whole outfit back together anyway.

With that, Lyla continued along the path, leaving the fountain behind as she approached the baseball diamond. The air glided over her moistened skin, causing her nipples to pebble. A sigh escaped her as she stepped closer and closer to the gate to the baseball diamond. She glanced at the open field ahead of her. Some people may have streaked at sporting events before. But how many managed a home run? 

She approached the home plate, keeping her arms at her sides, letting her full body be exposed. The dirt at her feet had a dusty texture. A new sensation to remind her that she wasn’t wearing anything. A giggle escaped her, as she put her hands together, and adjusted her stance. 

She swung her arms, causing her unrestrained chest to sway. “Oh, look at it go!” Lyla giggled. She dropped her invisible bat and took off running for first base. “It’s going, going… gone!” she cheered, throwing her hands up in the air. The wind licked her body, giving her all the exposure she could ever crave. She rounded second base and did a little jump before putting her foot down on the rubber plate. Lyla turned and little a light, backward jog, blowing kisses to invisible fans in the bleachers as she made her way to third. “Oh, Lyla is running home for the game-winning point!” The streaking girl stumbled a bit, her breasts bounced and her butt gently jiggled as she regained her balance. She threw her hands up in the air, exhaling a playful laugh as she trotted toward home base. 

She kissed her palm and brought it to her pussy, caressing herself. Her face was hot with blush as she waved to the bleachers. Right here. She’d finish right here. It was time. Her body begged for it. She streaked the park. She had a naked home run. She had been turned on ever since she set foot in the puddle. She glanced toward the pitcher’s mound. It was far from everything. Far from her clothes, far from a hiding spot. It was perfect.

“Let’s give all my fans a wonderful view,” Lyla nodded to herself. She stepped atop the grass and made her way to the center of the baseball field. She turned and lowered her stance. She shivered in anticipation, before pressing her bare butt into the rubber pad. Many people have stood here. Many more have looked here. And they would have no idea a totally naked girl was about to pleasure herself where so many would stare.

She opened her legs, looking to her left, and then her right. Both sets of bleachers would be able to see her pussy, leaking her juices with a slick shine. She put a hand there and began to caress. Her breath hitched. Slower. Just a little slower. It was time, but she still wanted to savor the feeling. She gasped and rocked her body, earning a little sway out of her breasts. One reached to them to squeeze it, to brush her fingers over the tight nipples. This was going to be big.

She opened her eyes, feeling it was close. Nobody was there. She was going to get away with it. Nobody was going to witness her having the greatest climax any girl could give herself. But doing this without anyone knowing was part of the fu-

“I know you can do this. It’s all in the backswing.”

“I still don’t get what that means.”

Lyla’s eyes shot open. No way. The naked girl lost her balance and fell backward. She shook her head and scrambled to look up. Two girls with some softball equipment. She wasn’t alone anymore! And she was in the middle of the baseball field with nowhere to hide! 

Her sudden movement also made the final call to her hair tie. An inaudible “snap” tapped her ears, and the copper length flowed out onto her shoulders. Arms shot to covering positions as Lyla scrambled to her feet. She needed to hide. Now. 

She called on all remaining athleticism she had and sprinted for a dugout. Her bra. She needed her bra. Gosh, she had just dug herself into so much trouble. Where was it? She looked on top of the bench, under the bench, behind the bench, everything shy of tearing it out of the ground. Then it hit her. It was at the other dugout. Where those two girls were setting their bag of equipment down. One of them gave a confused glance and bent down.

“Nooooo!” Lyla whispered to herself. They found her bra. They had to have. She had been so reckless and now she was paying for it. Her heart raced, her fingers shook, and her moist lips seemed to squeal. On some level, losing access to the clothing was hitting her just as hard as taking it off. 

“What’s this? Is this… a bra!?”

“No way, let me see!”

“Who would leave a bra here?”

“…That’s such a weird thing to leave behind.”

“Did someone else from the team leave it?”

“Not likely. We got here first… the others will be here soon.”

“Crap!” Lyla thought. She had to get away. The dugouts were exposed. She had to get away before they started practicing. The fences didn’t offer any way for her to hide. She’d go to the pond, grab her shirt, grab her shorts, and get out of here. Lyla peaked out of the entrance to the baseball diamond. She wrapped her arms around her sensitive nipples and stepped back to the path. 

How could she have been so careless? She tossed her last piece of clothing into the pond. She’d have to go into the water to find it. At least the pond was quiet, but she was still taking a risk that she didn’t need to-

“We finally got some nice weather for practice!” said another voice.

“Yeah, that storm last night was rough. It’s supposed to get really humid though.”

Lyla’s eyes widened. “…No way…!” She grit her teeth and turned. She turned toward the concession stand and ran to hide. It would block the view from the path and the baseball diamond. But with more people coming, she couldn’t get back to the pond to recover her shirt! Her knees wobbled, and she squeezed her thighs. This was still turning her on.

All she could do was wait and watch, huddling around the building as a group of girls made their way toward the baseball diamond. They all wore light exercise clothes and carried equipment. 

One had a speaker and was thumbing through our phone. 

“What should we practice to today?”

Lyla’s breath hitched as she recoiled behind the little concession building. If people were going that way to practice softball, that meant she had to take another route. But that meant giving up on her shirt. The naked girl took a breath and looked along the path. The public restroom was ahead of her. She peeked around the corner, and ran, hoping and praying that nobody saw her. The sun fully lit up her skin in the brief sprint from the concession stand to the restroom, and she hid behind the building.

Lyla panted. How could she have been so reckless? A few seconds longer on that pitcher’s mound, and she would have-

“No way.”

“Yes way, it’s right there!”

“Who would just leave that?”

Lyla felt a bead of sweat roll down her forehead, down her cheek, over her neck, and over to the gentle flow of her breast, before making its way to a nipple and dripping off to her toes. She felt every single centimeter it moved, reminding her that she didn’t have a single thread on her body. That they were definitely talking about the bra that she left behind. There was no chance of getting it back. It belonged to the softball team now. Her clothing became their joke. Something that would perplex their imaginations for months. There was a topless girl somewhere, and they knew it.

Lyla shivered and moved. Going along the path risked exposure to the softball team, but if she stayed low and kept to the grass, they might not notice. The little skatepark laid ahead, where she had left the string from her shorts. That piece of string would ultimately do her little good. But it would keep her shorts from falling down if she could get those back, as fun as that was.

She steeled her nerves, and glanced toward the baseball diamond, seeing the girls start their practice session. All Lyla could do was pray they wouldn’t notice her, and she moved toward the half pipe, cutting across the grass in a gap between it and the restroom. When she reached it, she nearly collapsed. She was so far from her clothes, and it wasn’t safe at the park anymore, there were other people there. 

Earlier, she had tossed caution to the wind, and the string to the top of the half pipe. It was barely useful and difficult to reach. Still, she had come this far. Lyla crept around the side of the half-pipe and moved to the center. She could see the baseball diamond. “Please don’t look… please don’t look…”

Her foot found the smooth surface and attempted to climb it. She was exposed. Bare. Unhidden. Open sunlight lit her up. “Just grab it and go. Just grab it and… nhhh!” She slipped, and fell, her breasts pressing against the ramp. A new texture. A new sensation. She wasn’t harmed, but she was writhing, fighting her body for what little self-control she had. That boiling pot of arousal never got to spill, and her body was still trying to make demands.

A palm slapped against the surface of the half pipe, and she tried to claw her way back up to being vertical. Half pipes weren’t meant for bare feet. Or bare anything, really. She took a breath and prepared to make a running start to get up the half pipe to get that stupid string.

The wine of a little electric motor broke the silence. Lyla looked to her left and saw a little radio-controlled car parked near the middle of the half pipe. 

Her eyes widened with horror. Her head shifted left and right, and she stepped back. She didn’t see who the owner was, but there were two directions it could have come from. Lyla had no choice but to get away from both. She turned and fled to the other side of the halfpipe, her legs carrying her as quick as she could go. Her chest heaved with heavy breathing, and her pulse roared in her ears. She was as far as she could get from any of her clothing in the park. After a moment to collect herself, she heard the little motors scream again, and the metal of the half pipe rumbled beneath it. Lyla took a few steps to the side of the half-pipe and peeked around the corner.

There, a girl stood, wearing a pair of glasses, along with a light t-shirt and shorts. She pushed them up her nose and continued to handle the controls of the RC car. It whined along the track again, flipped in the air, and landed. “I’m gonna get the sickest jumps,” she said.

Lyla retreated behind the half pipe. She was trapped! If she turned back, the softball team would see her. If she made a mad sprint along the path, this other girl would see her for sure. That string was about as far from being worth the trouble as it could get. All she could do was wait for this girl to leave. She kept her arms wrapped around herself and leaned against the halfpipe. And yet as she waited, she felt the vibrations given by the little RC car as it climbed for its jumps. She felt the thud when it landed. They were tiny, but they reverberated through every inch of her naked skin.

Was she really this easy to turn on?

The RC car screamed toward her side of the pipe.

“Whoa! Too much throttle!”

The car thumped into the grass in front of Lyla, causing her to jump. She placed a hand over her heart and exhaled. It was just that little car. It didn’t look like it had any kind of camera, which was a relief. Then her eyes widened in horror. That girl would come this way to get her car!

Lyla moved to the other side of the half pipe. She risked being exposed to the softball team this way, albeit from a distance. But waiting there was a guarantee the other girl would see her. She peeked around and saw the girl move toward where she was just hiding. There was a chance to escape.

Lyla bit her lip, and while the girl was behind the half pipe, she ran from her corner and crossed it to the path. Raw adrenaline flooded her veins, and the wind whipped around her naked body. Her hair waved in the wind, free of the cheap hair tie from earlier. She pushed as hard as she could, sprinting down the long stretch to the tree line.

She didn’t know if the other girl saw. Lyla didn’t dare to check. There was a good chance she was seen. “That stupid string almost got me caught,” she hissed at herself. One hand between her legs and another across her chest, she pushed until she reached the tree line. 

Once the path took her past the trees, Lyla stumbled to a halt and put her hand on one to balance herself. That was too close. And yet her pulse still roared in her eyes. Her sex continued to drool on her thighs. Despite being rattled with panic, her body still craved a finger. She looked down at her pussy, and wanted to answer it. To indulge. To clear her mind. She shook her head.

“You behave until I take a shower,” she said under her breath. Doing it there could have gone wrong. Who knew if others were coming. Who knew what direction they would come from? Lyla couldn’t answer, and she didn’t want one. She simply caught her breath and made her way along the path. 

The trees in this part of the park were thick. They blocked the view of everything, both ahead and behind her. The birds continued their choir, and the wind would rush through the trees with a pleasant rustle. For a moment, Lyla had a little peace. She didn’t have to panic or hide. A sigh escaped her. And despite the fears of being seen, she giggled. “A rest period is always important,” she reminded herself. Her smile returned, and she continued her walk. She was still completely naked, quite far from her clothes, and things could still go very, very wrong, but there was still a delightful thrill jumping through her. 

When she reached the edge of the tree line, she moved to a nearby tree. From here, she could see the soccer field, the parking lot, and her car. She could also see about a half dozen other cars between her and her own. There was also a large pickup truck with a trailer, parked parallel to the soccer field.

Her panties, her shorts, and her shoes were all here. The panties were in the middle of the field, her shorts at the edge, and of course, her footwear was on the bleachers. If she could get enough clothes back, she’d brave the trip to her car and be out of the park. 

She lowered her stance, unsure if someone else was there. A door slammed, and she dropped to the grass. Blush shot across her face as she tried to see the source. It was hard to see anything from the ground. Lyla shook her head. She had to stop wasting time. And so, the naked girl began to crawl toward where she left her panties. 

Of course, crawling in the grass while completely naked had some complications. Hundreds, if not, thousands of soft blades tickled her skin all at once. Every time she shifted a thigh, thousands of tiny points would drag themselves across her exposed skin. It caused a slight squirm and a shudder. 

Then a motor started. A loud one. Lyla lifted herself just high enough to see the source. A large lawn mower rolled out onto the field. “Oh no…” Lyla trembled. The man atop the mower had a hat, sunglasses, and ear muffs. She might be able to avoid him if she were quick. Then her eyes burst. 

The panties! They were somewhere in the grass! 

Lyla tried to lift her head high enough to spot them, but that risked being seen. She lowered herself as the man started the first sweep. If she didn’t find them in time… she shook her head. She couldn’t think that. She couldn’t give up!

Lyla crawled toward where she thought the panties were. The grass was tall enough to somewhat hide her, but that made the panties so much harder to spot. It proved to be a real needle in the haystack. She would move forward and stop every time the man pushed for another sweep.

Then, in the middle of the field, she saw them. The grey exercise panties. Lyla nearly scrambled to her feet but stayed low. She couldn’t risk being seen. They were several feet away when Lyla saw the mower approaching. 

“No… no no no no no!” Lyla gasped. She extended an arm, the panties still well out of reach. There was nothing she could do. The mower moved in and passed over where they were. There was an odd sound coming from the mower, but it soon cleared and the man kept going. 

With his back turned, Lyla shivered and raised herself enough to see the damage. Dozens of useless grey scraps sat scattered like confetti where the panties once were. They were gone, ruined, and most importantly, unwearable. In a way, she was a little more naked.

She gasped and brought a hand to her mouth. Intense warmth shot through her. She was stuck without her bra, and her panties no longer existed. She had to squeeze her thighs together, as her pussy cried in delight. She nearly came right there. It was like she was being stripped twice. This had to stop. She had to regain control somehow.

“THE SHORTS!” She gasped. She stayed low, as the man came by for another pass, this time coming towards her. He passed without looking her way. Lyla rose to her feet and started a mad sprint. She had to save the shorts. Her body demanded a finger go between her legs, but she fought off the hormones well enough to keep moving. She sprinted past the bleachers, across the field, letting her breasts sway, her butt bounce and her thighs shine in the sunlight. 

The bright blue fabric sat there, forgotten, ignored, but most importantly, not damaged. Lyla stumbled as she approached and snatched the fabric. She looked behind her and saw the mower turning. The shirt was more important than the shoes, so she took off toward the pond. Her heart pounded, and she could feel her pulse in her aching lips. But she finally recovered her shorts. 

When she returned to the pond, she saw the fountain, still throwing mist into the air and creating that beautiful rainbow. The water shimmered. And best of all, there was nobody around. Lyla sighed and approached the pond. There, she saw the shirt floating in the water. She set the shorts on the rail and climbed underneath once again. 

This was almost over. She was ready to leave this park and go home free. And yes, step into the shower to give her body the release it craved so badly. The cool water enveloped her legs up to her knees, and she made her way across the pond, toward where the shirt had drifted. Lyla took a quick glance around the pond and took the shirt. Without wasting time, she uncrumpled it and pulled it over her head. The soaked fabric would stick, get caught, and resist. She wasn’t sure if the shirt was fighting her, or her body was fighting being dressed. 

But once it was in place, she took notice of a new problem. The tank top was white. And given that it was soaked from floating in the pond, it turned sheer. It betrayed the full shape of her breasts, the rigid tips of her nipples, and let more of her fair skin tone through than before!

She sighed in defeat. At least she had it. “I’ll just have to keep my distance.”

“You want one too?” shouted a voice. 

Lyla nearly leaped out of the pond. She turned and saw a girl in softball gear, shouting toward the exit. With no other thought, Lyla lowered herself into the water, trying to hide her bottom half. Then she tried to inch her way toward the fountain. She had clothing now, but she was still bottomless, and what she still had was revealing!

“You know, I’ll just bring the whole cooler!” the other girl said. She turned and saw Lyla. Then she did a double take. Her smile shattered when her jaw dropped.

The two made eye contact. The only sound was the fountain. 

“Um… hi?” The girl raised an eyebrow.

Lyla’s voice squeaked as her face turned crimson. “H-hey.” She had been caught. She finally found one piece of clothing, and someone saw her. Did she think she was dressed? Could she move a hand over her breasts?

“Um… is the pond… deep enough for a swim?” The girl blinked.

“I um… ah… err…” Lyla’s mind panicked. Someone was seeing her nearly nude. The cool water was the only thing stopping her from exploding. “Oh n-not really. Um… it’s just… I was training so hard… and I needed to um… c-cool off!” Lyla nodded.

The girl raised an eyebrow. “…Oookay. I don’t think they allow that at this park. Just a heads up.” She kept walking along the path. Then she paused and turned toward Lyla. “Hey, um… weird question, we found something in one of the dugouts. You wouldn’t happen to be… you know… missing something?”

“W-who, me? No, of course not, ah heh heh,” Lyla lied through her teeth. There was no way that wasn’t about her bra.

“…Right… try not to train too hard,” the girl said with an odd giggle. She shook her head and kept moving. 

Once the girl was out of sight, Lyla sighed with relief and leaned back in the water. She had been seen nearly naked. The fact that the girl didn’t say anything was nothing shy of a miracle. Or maybe it was an overload of awkwardness. Whatever the case, she took her victory where she could get it. Lyla climbed out of the pond and retrieved her shorts. She wasted little time in hoisting them up her legs. They were still loose, and a hand would have to stay on them at all times. They would shift with every step. And the shirt would cling and betray her false modesty.

Still, she was clothed enough to leave. Lyla kept a hand on her shorts and moved on, back down the path toward her car. She glanced and saw the other girl parked a few spaces away. The man mowing the field was almost done. A whole team of girls was playing softball, and another was likely still at the halfpipe with an RC car. 

And every single one of them nearly saw her naked. 

Lyla faked a smile and waved at the other girl as she approached her car. She mashed the buttons for keyless entry and felt her shorts slide as she climbed in. Most of what she wore was gone. What remained was compromised. Some things felt pointless.

Her car rumbled to life, and she backed out of her space. She got plenty of exercise out of all three laps. She only managed to stop herself from climaxing in public. And that feat of self-control deserved a reward as soon as she got home.

Still, a thought lingered in her mind. Now, she was almost naked. But almost naked wasn’t naked. She bit her lip, and at the stoplight, pushed those loose shorts to her ankles. She picked them up and tossed them into the back seat. A stoplight later, she peeled that wet shirt off her skin and threw it to the same spot.

She drove the rest of the way naked.