The Girl in the Mirror (Part 3) (Englisch) - Sexgeschichten

The Girl in the Mirror (Part 3) (Englisch)

... cables.

Tami stood up and looked back, panicking as she saw people pouring out of church and walking towards her to get to their cars. She dashed behind the wheel of the old car, her bare butt not even touching the cold seat, as she frantically signaled to Joe to start the minivan up again. She turned the key. Still not enough juice. She signaled for Joe to race the engine but still it did no good. Then she saw that one of the cables had popped loose.

Shit . . .shit. . . the naked girl dashed out again and bent over the cold engine. Somebody said "What the -- " and she was aware of several people standing at the surrounding cars, looking at her in amazement. This was a spectacle almost as bad as last night. Please, Jesus, help me. . . Finally with a furious twist she got the cable on securely, in the process jerking her hand onto the dirty greasy cylinder head. Damn, that oil leak never got fixed! Standing up, without thinking she rubbed her grease-covered hand onto her tummy and looked down and saw that she had made a big black smear on her bare skin extending between her navel and her pubic hair, right next to the bruise. Damn, damn . . . she didn't feel the cold, she just wanted to get the hell out of here!

Dashing into the car she breathed a quick sigh of relief as the car started. She gunned it a couple of times, which she knew was bad for the engine but the hell with that now. The churchgoers saw the naked girl get out once again and, moving furiously, breasts ...

... bouncing, disconnect all the cables and shut both hoods. In a few seconds the two vehicles were lurching out of the parking lot, the minivan in a leisurely fashion, the old car like a bat out of hell.

The Unintentional Nudist VII: The Girl in the Mirror, Part 11

Tami and her mother were in the Smithers' basement, the day after Christmas.

Tami was helping her mother put things away. New presents, old things, putting discarded wrapping paper in bags . . . The shelves were full of old stuff and Mrs. Smithers had decided to take advantage of her daughter's intercession down time to clean up a few things around the house. Mrs. Smithers was wearing her required outfit of apron and high heels, which scraped against the rough concrete floor. Her daughter's bare feet moved more silently and swiftly.

After a couple of hours of putting this and that up on the shelves and separating out the bags of garbage for Joe to take out to the curb, the two women were pooped. They sat on the picnic bench which in warmer weather would have been out in the back yard, sipping some leftover Amaretto which Uncle Robert had brought on Christmas Eve, and getting a little bit giggly as they talked about old times -- reminded by things like Tami's cheerleading pom-poms from high school, which a few minutes ago Tami had decided belonged in the trash.

Her mother looked down at her feet in heels next to Tami's bare toes. "So, Tami, tell me really . . . what's it like to go around naked all the ...