This choice: ...A woman leaving a wedding • Go Back... Luckily across the road you spot a woman leaving a church. You strut down the street and see a crowd follow her out of the church. You a beautiful woman in a sparkling white dress and a lot of men in tuxedos and realize you stumbled on a wedding. While you're not evil enough to strip the bride on her special day, you are mean enough to reason that her guests are fair game, specifically the women.
There are many pretty girls spreading out to their cars, likely on their way to the after party. One woman stands out to you as she starts walking on her own away from the reception. She is a gorgeous brunette with brown curly hair that stretched down to her buttocks. She was dressed up for the wedding in a demure knee-length navy blue dress with lace designs on the top. It was sleeveless and modest, but still showed off her bare legs and a shameless amount her cleavage. She also had on diamond earrings and a gold necklace and carried a gold evening bag. She walked along in a pair three inch black heels with a smile on her face, clearly having just enjoyed the wedding.
You make a split second decision to mess with her and waltz up to her. You say to her, "Hey! You remember that the bride and groom said that they wanted everybody to take off their nice clothes and fancy accessories after the wedding so they could wear something comfortable to the reception?"
She looked at you, quite confused as the bride and groom likely said nothing of the sort. "Oh god I'm so sorry. I don't remember hearing that. How about I go run home and change into something more appropriate?" She suggested vainly.
You smirk, "No worries. How about you just take care of that now?"
"Right now? Like in the middle of the street?" She whispered glancing left to right at all the leaving guests
"Right now, yeah. You couldn't want to miss the party, would you?"
She looked a little uncomfortable, but only nodded in agreement. Her hand shook as she handed over her purse, as if she was trying to pull her purse back but something was forcing her to give it over. Then she took off her earrings and necklace and reached over and put them into the open purse. She then slowly and shakily reached behind and unzipped her dress. She reached down to the hem, breathed deeply through her scarlet face, and pulled it over her head and looked around in concern, wearing only her immodest underwear and wondering what to do with her dress.
"Oh, just fold it and put it on the ground here. I'll grab them for you once you're done." You chime in unhelpfully.
She neatly folded her dress and put it on the ground in front of her. Beneath her outfit, she was wearing a white bustier and matching panties, which accentuated her large breasts. She reached behind and started undoing the many clips of the bustier, which took about thirty seconds to undo. Finally, she pulled off her panties and pulled them over her heels and put them on top of the pile. She then stepped out of her heels, leaving her completely naked and her clothes piled on the ground, next to her shoes. She danced in place uncomfortably and covered up her privates.
"P-please. I don't want to go naked."
You cruelly ignore her please and admire her beautifully nude body and are astonished at how quickly she stripped off for you. She seems a little more than just embarrassed, trying desperately to cover her breasts and vagina and becoming increasingly aware of the growing crowd from the wedding gathering around her looking at their naked friend.
When no one is paying any attention to you, you lean down and scoop up the pile of clothes and heels and purse and decide to carry them off. A block away, you see a homeless woman in an alley and you hand them all over to her. "Merry Christmas!" you declare cheerfully and walk away.
"T-thank you...but...it's April..." She says to herself, quite confused.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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