Deceptive Depiction

Her grin turns wicked again. She licks her lips. She eyes me up and down. She knows I'm naked. She's getting off on me being naked and helpless. I can't make the trip back without her, no way. Her courage was what I relied on to get this far. So I have no choice but to follow her into the store.

The AC instantly spreads goose bumps across my skin. Anyone with a close look would wonder why even my clothes had them!

The store itself is a variety of beach goods. Everything from snorkels, to inflatable toys, and souvenirs. It was a sort of convenience store for tourists who forgot to bring things. Though it lacked swimsuits, so I guess it didn't have everything a tourist like me could use right now!

We're not alone, but Lana is merciful enough to lead us to an empty aisle. "Lana! Come on, this is far enough! We gotta go back before someone notices!"

She's deaf to my pleas. Lana instead just puts her hands on my hips. She is looking me up and down again. She looks around. She clearly loves that I'm totally naked in a store!

I shift and turn us when I notice someone out of the corner of my eye behind me. I face my butt to the rack of goods. My butt is the spot I worry the most about; it probably is most telling that I'm naked. That thought makes me worry that the people most likely in the know about my outfit were those who were behind me that I couldn't see! I'm breathing even heavier. Things are reaching a fever pitch.

"Hey, you know, let's make this extra interesting. Take the sandals off!" Lana commands. My eyes light up like sirens. No way! I shake a little.

"I don't think so... that's... that's going too far," I try to explain. I back up a bit, my bare butt touching a shelf. Wow that feels weird!

Lana puts a finger to my chest, right on a squishy part of my breast, just above a nipple. "Do it; you gotta!" I don't have to, I can keep them on. I'm already going beyond her dare. My heart already aches enough from all the worry. My legs are already wobbly. My breathing is getting coarser at the thought of it.

My perverted lover corners me. Her presence is intense. Being without any proper clothing is leaving me with little fight anymore. I give in, taking my footwear off as she asked. One foot at a time, I step free of my flip flops. My heart stops when my soles touch the ground.

Lana bends down and takes the yellow pads with straps. I squeak an objection, but she doesn't stop from taking them. "Wow, I've never heard you whine for something as little as shoes or less back, hehe."

This is wrong. I'm left without anything now. My skin feels both cold and hot. I grip my forearms, hugging myself. I need the extra comfort, I'm vulnerable otherwise. I lift a foot; hook it behind my other bare ankle. What do I do now? I feel so lost and trapped.

"Roxie, you're naked," Lana whispers to me. It almost hurts how hard my heart thumps thanks to the comment. Reminders are not needed. Every part of my body can feel how undressed I am. I force my hands to my sides again, realizing that the slight heft to my chest I was causing probably didn't look natural.

"Can I have them back?" I ask meekly. Lana swings her arms behind her back, taking the sandals from my view. The answer is so clearly, "no." Out of sight, out of my ownership I guess.

"Can we go?" I change the subject and request. Lana again doesn't need words to make her point; she walks in the opposite direction of the entrance. I use my bare feet to follow her.

Even seeing just the tops of other customer's heads has me recoiling. I try to duck, staying lower to the ground. Cover lessens when we reach the end of the aisle and back wall of the store.

Lana speaks again, but much to my vexation, it's a new way to embarrass me. "Reach up there and grab that beach bucket." The wall is lined with shelves, and various sand toys are resting on them. I see the red, plastic receptacle at the top. I turn my back to the wall; I don't like it when I can't see who could be looking.

"You're nuts, no way! Haven't I done enough?" I implore.

"Just hurry and do it before someone comes," Lana is already changing spots, getting what she thinks will be the best angle to watch me from.

My letch of a girlfriend isn't going to give in. She once before insisted on this sort of thing while I was wearing too short of a skirt. This time though, she just wanted my unprotected body stretched for her. I give a heavy sigh, signaling she best not blinks.

No one is around; I have to trust distance will be my veil. I reach high for the bucket; it's nearly out of my reach. I hope Lana really does appreciate the view; her satisfaction would have to be one of my few rewards for this embarrassing action. Adrenaline rush from taking such risks is my other vice.

Shortly after I lower, with bucket in hand, she says I can put it back. Lana is getting more huffs and puffs from me than she's gotten in a long time. Intolerable as she can be, her drumming her fingertips against my backside as I put the bucket back is almost the last straw! My voice gets raspy as I admonish her with a, "no more!" Each tap those fingers made sent shockwaves through my body practically. Lana's public testing of my bareness nearly gave me a heart attack.

"Phooey, but we were just having fun!" She is having fun, not 'we' like she accuses. "You sure no more? I have another idea, and it'll be the last, I promise."

I don't trust her. "We've been out here for what feels like ages Lana. I'm ready to go back. Our luck has been pushed enough," I plead. I'm facing the front of the store again.

I fret as someone nearby switches aisles, only a few feet off. The close quarters of the shop makes me worry any moment someone can be close enough to spot details like the lack of cotton texture to my clothes, the way they're without wrinkles, and even how curves and protrusions of my naked body show clearly.

Lana doesn't budge though, her arms on either side of me as she grips the racks behind me. She's closer now, her gaze up and down my body. She has to stop this. Despite my exasperated tone, she seems to think I'll still follow her commands and motions. It's sadly working, my bluff is being called. "You're just irresistible like this. I love it! You're so brave to do it all, and you're just so scrumptious looking," she sweet-talks.

My face is almost so red you could swear the blush was painted on too. Lana knows how to make her fixation on my body seem genuine. Only someone totally into it would gaze in such a longing way. She wants me, and I want her. We are in the back of a store though!

"You know, the paint is non-toxic!" She licks her lips. Her ogling path trails to my breasts and their painted triangle cups. She leans in, lips parting and zeroing in on one of my nipples!

I hold her shoulders. She was less than a foot off, tongue out and trying to reach for her prize. I fight between pushing her away and pulling her in. Desire and fear battle. Shove or tug? I compromise, drawing her head up to mine and kissing her.

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Deceptive Depiction

By Jappio

Part 3

Lana isn't missing a beat, hands wrap around me to pull herself to me. Gosh, I don't know if making out in public is going to really help people not look, but I know having her tongue work on my body wasn't going to be any good. I notice my nipples feel like they are standing out further though, anticipating that mouth I denied them.

We pull apart. I feel dizzy. No one is looking, so I let out a sigh of relief. I let myself get carried away with even that. Lana is looking beyond triumphant. Was her attempt at sucking on my breasts in public just an act to scare me?

"Now, bend down there and get something from the lower shelf," the greedy woman directs. I don't know what to do with her. She wins, I really can't fight her. I am still dizzy, and know I have to follow along. Making a stand only ever makes it worse, so I bend over, instead of stand.

Dutifully to her lust, I avoid even crouching, and bend more at the waist. We aren't near anyone still, I can risk letting her see my ass in pretty much its full glory. Lana had gotten a similar view when painting me anyways. She would surely be satisfied by getting a look at me like this public though.

In an instant my kindness to her is betrayed! A firm slap against my buttocks nearly topples me! "Fu-" I begin, but I cut myself off with an intense gasp. I nearly had called out and attracted the attention of the whole store. I'm shocked and drop lower to the ground, trying to hide. I pull my knees to my chest as I duck there. Lana's broad smile and still out stretched hand shows without any doubt she was the one who just spanked me!

The fire in my eyes is so intense, though no more than that of the heat between my legs. The spanking wasn't even as rough as she'd done in times past, and wasn't close to leaving a mark. However, the sound it made, the feeling of a hand to my undressed skin, and the suddenness had me reeling.

Sharp tones began as I said, "Lana, how could," and yet meager stutters continued it as, "you do that to me." Lana doesn't look remorseful. No, Lana was gleeful. She can read just how much that turned me on. How vulnerable I feel is written all over my face, and she knows I love that feeling. She probably spent the whole day hoping to push me this far.

Lana cups a hand of my own and pulls me up. It's a huge weight from my shoulders to see no one looking. My insecurities tell me that they could just be hiding they saw. What Lana spies below me is further proof that I'm not so mad about what happened: droplets of my own wetness dewed the shop floor between my feet.

The look Lana gives me is enough; no words are needed to be said. We both know it was time to go back to the room. I think she wants me as bad as I want her.

I worry we're going to be suspected of shop lifting with the way we scurry out. I have nowhere to hide anything, but I don't want to have to show that to suspicious shop keeps. And even in our hurry, I have to pause and hesitate when out on the sidewalk again.

The cooler weather isn't stopping my feet from feeling hot on sun cooked concrete. Last trip down the road; was I just lucky the first time? I worry this time I'll be like a model walking down a runway.

The passersby surely will leer at me. I wait to see it, to notice them seeing me. I peer over my shoulder, to see if those trailing behind have spotted. I'm the only one checking out those around me. The dozens of other people along the beach side road in skimpy bikinis probably are offering a fine distraction to the actually most naked girl among them.

Maybe I'm not the only one. I wonder if I could spot someone in paint. Eyes drift to the others around me. Could a man get away with a fake Speedo if painted well enough? Is that girl in the bikini naked too? I can't make out the shape of her nipples, so probably not. Or maybe that person over there who seems fully dressed really isn't!

My mind is in a haze. Robotically I follow my lover's stride down the road. I can see the hotel nearing. I realize I might not have noticed till now if we were even heading in the right direction.

"We're almost there, but no one has seen what a good job I did!" Lana flatly tells me. She stops; I do too. "Will you let me show you off? Show my work off?"

The question baffles me. "Haven't enough seen it? You did good. Because they don't' know I'm... you know."

"Naked!" She exclaims. I panic and swivel my head around. No one was in ear shot hopefully. "I know, but like, one person to react to you. I want it. You do too, right? You've been thinking about it the whole time?"

"I've been fearing it!" I remark. "I don't want to get in trouble!"

"No, I'd tell someone cool, someone who wouldn't say anything," she then looks ahead of us. "The girl on the bench there. I saw her. She seems cool. She's rocking a bit of a punk look, so probably not a narc? Almost as cute as you too!"

I see the girl. She's on her phone, waiting for someone maybe? Pink streaks in her raven black hair, nose piercing, and black clothing in spite of the sunny nature of the area did suggest she may be the rebel sort. That doesn't mean she couldn't get me in hot water if she did react negatively or even loudly!

"We make it quick. I tell her, you walk by when I give the signal, and we go in the hotel. She'll be either too dumbfounded or stunned by your gorgeousness to do anything!" Lana was trying to flatter her way to convincing me to do it.

I have a different reason for considering it. Not to feed Lana's ego or desire to exhibit me. No, I think what I want is proof. I want proof of what I did. I want someone to know I did it. I want there to be a tangible reaction.

It's making my face red thinking about it. I don't know if I want to be caught. Yet, I don't know if I'll ever have an opportunity like this again. I don't want to pass it up.

"Hurry," I squeak. My voice shows my resolve is temporary. I can feel it slip away. Lana is quick, knowing not to let me change my mind. I'm alone and that just compounds the fear.

The two greet. I know it's coming. I tense. What do I even do? I don't know how to look nonchalant like this. I worry still of other people. I want my audience to just be the additional one. I can't run or hide though, I need Lana, and so I have to wait.

The two look my way. Lana points to me. The other girl seems to take a studious look. There is doubt on her face I think? It's hard to tell.

Seeing her eyes open make mine. This is it, I think. She has been told or maybe she suddenly believe whatever Lana is telling her. The more intense stare makes my knees almost buckle. This is it, it's happening. My girlfriend just told someone I was entirely bare outside!

The motion to approach is given. Oh god, I'm not ready. I can't move. The motion is given with more urgency. The punk girl is looking between Lana and me. The falling apart of our plan is probably confusing her. I bet if she did believe the painted outfit story, she's shocked I'd be so cowardly now!

What does she think? She knows I'm naked probably, right? She might think I'm doing this for jollies, or maybe she thinks Lana is some sort of cruel girlfriend. Was she judging or admiring? What explanation did Lana give?

Staying away from the hotel was no option. I had to cross her line of sight. I know Lana would just bring her to me if I waited anyways.

Bare foot ahead of the other, then the other passes the first. Over and over I repeat this, walking towards the two girls ogling me.

Her eyes are glued to my body. She is scanning me. She is past the illusion surely now. I'm close enough I think I could spot her nipples if they were showing, so I know mine are then too. Their proud display atop my chest is only dwarfed by Lana's pride.

Getting closer, the smoothness of my hips surely are noted, she can tell the denim isn't real. Hips, thighs, pelvis and even my shaved clean lips stay on show for her as I get closer. She's staring at my womanhood. She's seeing me expose my pussy to the world. She can so clearly infer that I let another woman swab my most private area with paint!

"No way" she finally gasps. It took awhile for it to sink in for her. Yes way, I am naked! I know it, Lana knows it, and now she knows it! Her bewilderment now replaced with what seems to be excitement. My horribly embarrassing secret is shared with her. Only thing left for her to doubt anymore is if the sticky residue between my thighs is still wet paint or further signs of my pleasure.

I'm past her, and I know she's still staring at my butt. I make it as clear as I can I'm not stopping to pose. Lana the whole time has been smirking, so proud of herself, or maybe proud of me. "Rock on! You're one kinky babe!" I hear the punk girl quietly cheer, so I know she's impressed at least. My decision to walk on without saying anything is almost undone, but I decide it best to not look back. My bashful smile would have to be one of the few things she doesn't see.

Shockingly, Lana is at a loss for words. When she catches up to me, she tries to sputter something. I don't think anything she could say could make me feel any more emotions, I was at critical load. Despite my pride swelling, so too was my embarrassment. I was seen naked, I was seen as 'kinky' and I am all sorts of flustered. I don't say anything back to Lana. We both are overwhelmed by what just took place.

When words poise atop the tip of my tongue, they are cut off by the new environment we enter. The hotel lobby is bared witness to my body once more. Same as before too, we keep our distance well enough. I intend only the stranger on the bench will know our scheme.

At the end of the lobby, my clothed counterpart stops us at the elevators. She doesn't continue to the stairs. No fight is left in me, and I stumble my way into the little glass box, bumping past someone, apologizing to them. Their shorts and t-shirt brush where I should be covered too, but of course it's my skin that feels their fibers. I apologize again, but I don't think they know what for. The doors hide me before they can figure it out, I hope.

Hidden isn't how I should describe myself now. In spite of it just being us in the elevator, I'm still exposed as it lifts us from the ground. I have nowhere to go as we ascend. The lobby is below now, me in clear sight of them all down there.

"We should make this a usual thing. I push you, you push me," Lana suggests. She backs me to the glass. I bet the trick was no more, that with it pressed so firmly to glass, my bottom looked just painted blue and exposed.

"Watch out, after this, I am probably going to push back pretty hard. You thought you got off easy when I made you only get naked in the hotel Jacuzzi last night. Now I know I can up my game," I warn.

Lana leans in and whispers, "hehe, maybe I like it rough. You'll just owe me even more then too!" She holds my head and kisses me, even more passionately than before. I feel as if I'm melting in our embrace. I worry the feeling could be the paint washing off my body.

"Ugg, couldn't wait to get to your room?" Someone sarcastically asks. I look past Lana, and see the ride up has stopped. A couple fellow tourists stand at the elevator door smirking. I blush for reasons beyond my nudity for once today, and Lana even joins. We both shuffle our way out and past them and their smiling faces.

I growl, "You pushed too high of a button, didn't you? Something tells me you didn't just forget we're on the second floor!" Lana giggles the way a guilty woman would. We were probably a few floors higher than needed.

I look back before the doors close. One of the people who had swapped places with us takes a curious look at the glass wall. I see it too, this faint bit of blue there. They look to me, to the spot again, and cock an eyebrow. "Are you only wearing," and the doors shutting stop the question from finishing.

Lana and I stare at each other. I ask one simple thing, "Stairs?" She nods in agreement and we quickly find our way back to the stairwell and directly to our room! Lana really owes me, and I'm not allowing for any more detours! Even washing the paint off can wait!

The End