Sara – Bus or bicycle?

The bus ran on a circular route around the commercial and industrial estates and through the city center picking up workers from the factories and wholesale warehouses. There was a lot of building going on with a new distribution center for Amazon and several other large companies. Shortly after Sara had seated herself on the half empty bus a group of seven construction workers got on they were all dressed similarly in shorts and heavy steel capped boots. They were all topless displaying a variety of tattoos covered with dirt and dust from the ground works on the Amazon site. One of them was a woman. She was muscular with broad shoulders like a body builder or swimmer and deeply tanned. Her legs were thick and heavily muscled as was her very flat stomach. She had small breasts with large areolas smeared with the red dust of the valley soil, her blond hair was pulled back in a tight bun. She wore very short cut down Levi’s, She chose the aisle seat beside Sara and smiled at her. ‘Do you mind if I sit here?’

‘Go ahead.’ Sara slid over on the bench seat to give her more room. In the process her skirt slipped round and opened displaying her whole pudenda to the woman in the process of sitting down beside her. Quickly Sara lifted herself to re-arrange her skirt. She then was very careful to sit with her legs closed and her arms helping to keep her shirt covering her breasts.

The men crowded into the seats at the back of the bus. As they went past they stared and leered at Sara and the other, mostly female, lightly clad office workers. Sara felt relief that it was a woman who had chosen to sit next to her. The woman turned to her with a wry half smile. ‘Aren’t they awful.’

‘Do you work with them?’

‘Yeah, but they leave me alone and treat me as one of the guys’

‘How do you manage that?’

‘Dunno really. It might be that they want to keep their tackle intact.’ She clenched her hand into a claw and rotated it like she was turning a door knob.

Sara cringed and then laughed. ‘Hi I’m Sara.’

‘DD, really I’m Diana but the men call me the Devils Dyke, or more usually DD.’

‘Are you?’ Sara blushed realizing what she had said. ‘Sorry, Gay I mean.’

DD laughed ‘Not really, I’m more Bi and my partner’s male, but it helps to let them think I’m a Dyke. Doing this job and amateur wrestling in the evening people kind of expect it.’

She continued. ‘The boys coined the name after I put Glen’s tackle out of commission for three days but I now use it as a stage name. “Devil’s Dyke” has a good sound to it for the wrestling ring don’t you think? One of the guys who is into old punk rock bands told me the Devils Dykes were an late 1970’s band from Brighton UK where they have a big valley called Devils Dyke. The band were all women and radical feminists except for the bass player. Being Brighton in 1978 probably many of them were gay or ‘Dykes’ and they were certainly using the name as an attention grabber.

Sara was curious and slightly amazed by this potted history of DD’s name as an introduction but she nodded and then decided to be more open. ‘Sorry I flashed you just now, I’m new to this “body freedom” way of dressing.’

DD laughed aloud, ‘Thought so. If you go about in short skirts and no panties you need to own the occasional flash and stop worrying about who see what and you were so obviously embarrassed at your wardrobe malfunction that I didn’t know where to look’

‘I only went outside naked for the first time on Saturday and this was my first day going to work pantie free.’

‘It’ll get easier. I’ve been going to work as a laborer topless, apart for sometimes wearing a hi-vis vest, for three months now’, ‘not that it made much difference to the boys as all I’ve ever worn in this job is tank tops which showed lots of side boob. I have to wear the shorts for the building site, too many dirty and sharp things around. The rest of the time I’m normally nude except in the ring where I start off with pretty outfits or sexy lingerie, they usually gets ripped off before the end of the first round.’

Ice broken they chatted about life and the body freedom movement. The bus stopped at the mall in Main Street and office workers boarded taking up all the spare seats. Several had to remain standing including a young black woman in a red mini dress. As the bus moved off she held first onto the seat back two rows in front of Sara. She then looked down the bus at the builders in the back, shrugged her shoulders and reached up to the more stable ceiling strap. This resulted in her dress being lifted to reveal her shaved mons. The builders whooped and one made crude comments. She gave him the finger, which caused more laughter.

‘When building workers learn manners I’ll know we have beaten misogyny meantime I try not to sit too near them.’ DD said this to the woman and gave her a wry smile. The woman winked back at her. ‘See what I mean about “owning it”’ DD said quietly to Sara.

The men quieted down and the woman pulled out her phone from an arm holster and read her messages for the rest of her ride ignoring the comments but making no attempt to lower her skirt.

They approached the stop at the end of the road where Jane lived and Sara had to slide across the seat past DD. This resulted in her skirt once more riding round and completely exposing her crotch. Taking DD’s words to heart she resisted the urge to quickly cover up. This got a smile from DD and a thumbs up wave from the standing woman.

The bus deposited Sara at the end of Jane’s street a short while later. As she left the bus DD handed fliers for her next wrestling bout to both her and the woman in the short red dress. Sara thanked her and said she might well go sometime.

Sara was relieved to be free of the bus. She thought It would be some time before she was happy to travel nude on public transport. Going pantie less was scary enough. Here in the suburban street she felt better and walked confidently up the winding road to Jane’s house. Once there she entered the yard through the side gate to find Jane reclining on a lounger with a soda in her hand.

Jane looked up and smiled at her. ‘Wow you look exhausted.’

‘Hot and sweaty mostly,’ Sara replied flopping down beside her friend. ‘And pretty flustered after that bus ride.’

Jane rose and kissed hard full on the lips her hand sliding up her inner thigh and they pressed together. ‘Strip off those clothes and get in that pool. Just leave them over there I’ll chuck them in the wash later. Then when you have cooled off you can tell me all about your day.’

Sara did as she was asked and Jane met her at the poolside with a cold lemonade. Sara started right in with her big news, ‘They want me to work nude in the showroom on Friday!’

‘Wow! Cool! Are you going to?’

‘I don’t know, I’m really scared. After yesterday I ought to but …..’ her voice tailed off.

‘I know it’s scary at first. How did the rest of your day go? Were they shocked by your change of outfit?’

‘Well they certainly noticed. I just about manged to sit down without flashing everyone. But I gave enough of a show for Callum to ask me to take part in the Friday “Strip Down Sale”. Later I did accidentally fully flash several people and by the end of the day I had stopped caring who saw what. I was sitting on my typist chair with my legs apart at 90 degrees as I usually do and scooting around in the same way I often do in jeans,’ she grinned at her friend. ‘Some of the boys were pretty wide eyed and the other women were getting jealous at all the attention I was getting. Sara took a sip of her lemonade.

‘Go on.’

‘One result of this was that both Maryanne and Ronnie stripped off after lunch and worked naked the rest of the day. ‘We’re getting in training for Friday’ they said. ‘Nobody seemed to mind and even the boss had nothing but friendly smiles for them.’

Jane was of the opinion that Sara could, and should, work naked on Friday. In fact she suggested Sara traveled to work nude tomorrow and stayed that way.

‘Not if I have to ride the bus,’ she replied, and went on to describe her ride home. The builders, and the really confident black girl. When she told her about DD Jane grinned, ‘Yea I know DD, she’s great. She sometimes helps out at the self defense training although she is a little too rough with some of the men. Yea we should got to one of her fights sometime. Great Idea.’

‘Returning to the issue of getting to and from work Jane suggested ‘You could go by bike.’

‘What! No Way! Not nude.’

‘Yes seriously it’s only four miles, what’s to stop you.’

‘Not nude, not tomorrow.’ Sara seemed to be arguing with herself. ‘Maybe on Friday I’ll see how I get on. Now are you going to lend me a great dress for tomorrow?’

‘Of course a nice short one.’

‘All your dresses are short! Sara laughed, ‘Lets have a look at this bike then.’

They went into the garage where there were several bicycles. ‘This is my one that you may borrow.’ Jane demonstrated a fancy black painted bicycle decorated with an Aztec geometric design. It had straight bars and a basket in front, ‘The dress I am suggesting for you will match it perfectly.’

‘But it has a man’s style cross bar, that will tangle with the skirt of my dress.’

‘Not the dress I am suggesting it won’t.’

Sara looked at Jane who had a mischievous grin. ‘That short eh?’ she said cringing.

‘Come on give the bike a spin.’ Jane pressed the switch to open the garage door.

As the door swung upwards the sun streamed in and Sara found herself once again naked in full view of the street. There were people returning from work. Both in a stream of cars and walking on the sidewalk. Jane called out and waved to several she knew. They replied with a friendly wave and one, a young woman who was dressed in just a pair of white jeans, came over to chat.

‘Hi Sally, Meet my friend Sara.’

Sally looked her up and down smiling. ‘Hi Sara, I’m glad to see a new person going all the way.’

Sara blushed. ‘Hi Sally pleased to meet you. Yes I am new to this and still scared out of my wits. You knew that because of my pale bits?’

‘Partly and partly your body language, you really don’t look comfortable.’ Sally smiled. ‘don’t worry, it all takes time. I still don’t ride the bus without my jeans.’

‘Do you want to come over and swim later,’ asked Jane. ‘Sara’s just going to try out the bike now, she’s thinking of cycling to work tomorrow.’

‘Maybe later, I’ll bring Mike if that’s OK?’

‘Of course more the merrier, after dinner, say about 8.00?’ Sara looked doubtful at this.

Sally grinned at her. ‘Mike’s OK he’s house trained, he’s used to being civilized in mixed naked company,’ she laughed.

Sara swung her leg over the crossbar realizing as she did so that if she had been wearing a skirt anyone around would have had no doubt that she was commando. ‘I’d better get going then, now or never,’

‘Are you going to cycle naked to work?’

‘No I’m going to be dressed but I really didn’t like the men on that bus ride coming home today.’ Sara pushed off hesitantly and wobbled off down the road. Once she got the hang of the bike, she hadn’t ridden one for five years, Sara felt freer and more relaxed than being nude on foot and happily rode round the block observing the neighborhood.

She was surprised at just how many naked people she saw. Every few houses there was another person without clothes, playing a ball game, washing a car or just hanging out chatting. There were men, women and lots of children all happily naked.

When she got back and mentioned this to Jane she replied that the nudity had snowballed since her family had started inviting the neighbors to pool parties. ‘At first they had come dressed and disrobed at our place and then one family after another started coming down the street naked. Now lots of our friends only get dressed when they go out of the street. There is a sort of divide. About a third are now happy naked, a third strictly always dressed and the other third sitting on the fence. Families are sometimes divided with the adults much more relaxed than the kids. Our “no pants allowed” pool helps with that. We make a point of visiting most of the neighbors naked, just dressing if we can’t avoid having to visit one of the really stuck up ones.’

After dinner and swimming with Sally and Mike they retired to Jane’s bedroom where Sara described her day and experiences in a lot more detail. How she had been alarmed when she had to sit on the couch arm. And how she felt both mortified and turned on when she accidentally flashed her boss later and how he responded with a big grin and an erection tenting his kilt. He had then apologized for letting her see his arousal explained that it was because he was so used to her being so modest and assured her that he wasn’t hitting on her. She had then told him about visiting Alice’s and her resolution to be less inhibited.

Sara also told Jane how aroused she was when she deliberately risked showing all. She had dampened her office chair with her arousal and had been tempted to masturbate right there, but restrained herself.

‘And now I am so, so tense and still aroused. The swimming cooled me down but now I need to cum big time.’

‘We could go to bed right away and just Fuck. Or you could borrow my vibrator but how about we pick out your dress for tomorrow and then I can take it off of you.’

‘I’d like that, but I’m worried about how I am being unfaithful to Peter, but we are sharing a bed so it would seem off to Jill off with you beside me.’

‘It wouldn’t worry me but I would prefer it if we gave each other relief. We can use my selection of vibrators if you like.’

‘Let’s park that for now we can decide later.’ Sara headed for the closet. She picked out a neat tunic, lightweight tunic dress in black with a colourful Aztec print. It was sleeveless with wide shoulder straps and a square neckline with embroidered detail It the bodice was fairly close fitting and it closed at the back with a zipper. When she tried it on it was roomier in the front than those she had tried on the day before and the zipper closed easily although her breasts were lifted up and together, making them look rather bigger than they were and with a pronounced cleavage. The fabric was thin and soft enough to allow her now hard nipples to protrude. ‘Why is it so roomy in ront?’ Sara asked.

‘I bought it a couple of years ago when I thought I wanted a bigger bust. I used to wear a padded bra under it.’ Jane said with a wry smile. ‘I was so immature at sixteen. Now I’m happy to be just me. Nude me.’

‘I like the pattern it matches the bike.’

‘I stencilled the pattern onto the bike myself to match it. Another part of being sixteen I guess.’

The skirt was flared which swirled around and allowed Sara to move comfortably. It was however very short. Well above mid thigh. ‘What do you think of it?’ she asked.

‘It looks great on you. The skirt won’t be long enough to foul the crossbar of the bike and you will be able to swing your leg over easily, if a bit publicly.’ Jane said with a grin. ‘Try sitting down on my computer chair.’

Jane did so and found the loose skirt settled over her crotch without riding up. It was more discreet than yesterday’s wrap over despite being shorter. ‘Lift your arms up.’ Sara did so and flashed herself in the mirror in the process.

Jane licked her lips at the sight. ‘That will do great. Discreet when you want to be but easy for “accidental” flashing as well.’ She ran her fingers up Sara’s leg and gave her right bun a little tweak.

‘What about biking?’

‘Easy it will hang over the front of the saddle and if you sit on the skirt it will be stretched across just the right amount. It might blow up in the wind if you go really fast and don’t sit on it so you will have to be careful, but that’s up to you.’

Sara was doubtful whether she wanted to risk this, ‘or is it wanting to be careful that I’m doubtful about?’ she asked herself. Either way it sounded exciting and she was so turned on that she decided the take the chance and not bother looking any further. She hugged the naked Jane to her, who responded by reaching behind Sara and undoing her zipper. This lead to to the bed and more kisses followed by a quick tooth cleaning trip to the bathroom. After which a hot steamy love making session lasted some time. To be continued