Okay, so maybe I did sleep with my college professor to raise my calculus grade, but does that give someone the right to ruin my life? My Behavioral Studies teacher, Miss Compton, apparently thinks it does. When she found out about my rendezvous with my calculus teacher, Miss Compton threatened to have me expelled from college and threatened to nullify my transcript unless I participated in her research project. Now I've become Miss Compton's blackmailed sex slave and I must expose myself on her command so that she can study people's reactions to my displays of public nudity.

As I walked to class, I wondered what kind of cruel punishment Miss Compton had in store for me today. I didn't have to wait long to find out because Miss Compton stopped me as soon as I entered the building. She quickly ushered me into the women's restroom and instructed me to remove all of my clothes. I was apprehensive about her motives, but because of our arrangement, I had to comply with her request. I just hoped Miss Compton didn't plan to run off with my clothes, which would force me to scamper down the hallway and run across campus bare assed naked!

Miss Compton watched as I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my tight blue jean shorts. My denim shorts were so tight that when I pushed them down my legs, my pale blue panties slid down with them. A girl abruptly entered the restroom and while the door was open, a couple of boys in the hallway saw me standing there. Since I'd already removed my shorts and panties, all I had on was my T-shirt. From the way that the boys' mouths dropped open, I'm sure they got a good look at my neatly trimmed auburn pussy hair. They just stood there, staring at me as the door slowly closed. I was nervous when I removed my T-shirt because the boys were still out in the hall and they would be able to see me completely naked if the door swung open again.

It was a little chilly in the restroom. As I stood there without a stitch of clothing on, I got goose bumps all over and my precious pink nipples sprung to attention. Miss Compton lingered for a while, surveying my young nude body. I felt very self-conscious as she carefully inspected my firm full breasts, reddish-brown bush and smooth round butt. Miss Compton knew that I was anxious to put some clothes on, but she continued to make me wait. I think she was hopeful that another girl would open the door to the restroom, which would give the boys in the hallway a peek at my totally bare body.

After what seemed like an eternity, Miss Compton finally gave up waiting for someone to emerge, so she handed me a bag of new clothes and asked me to put them on. The bag contained a short plaid mini skirt and a white bare midriff top. The bag also contained a pair of sheer pantyhose, but no bra or panties. I examined the clothes and determined that they were a size too small.

I declared, "I can't wear these clothes. They're too small for me."

Miss Compton said, "Try them on. I'll bet you can squeeze into them."

I said, "Even if I manage to get these clothes on, you didn't give me any underwear. I'll be hanging out all over!"

Miss Compton smugly said, "Well then maybe you'd like to get kicked out of school and go back to your job as a waitress."

I solemnly replied, "No thanks. I guess I'll try them on."

I could hear the girl in the stall peeing and I briefly wondered what she thought of my conversation with Miss Compton. However, my attention was quickly diverted towards the opportunity to cover my nude body and I picked up the tiny knit shirt that Miss Compton provided for me. I slipped my arms into the sleeveless top and fastened the two buttons down the front. The clingy white shirt had a little collar and it was so tight that there were gaps between the buttons. The knit top left my flat tummy and bellybutton exposed, and I could feel my nipples poking out against the thin material.

I stood in front of the mirror and inspected the small shirt. My breasts are only medium sized, but they're natural and full, so the plunging neckline allowed a fair amount of cleavage to show. While I was still looking in the mirror, I lifted my arms up over my head. The bottom of the shirt rode up high enough to expose the lower portions of my globes, but the hem of the shirt stopped right at the bottom of my round rosy nipples. Since only a very small portion of my nipples were uncovered, I turned my attention to the rest of the outfit.

I hopped up on the counter and began slipping my dainty little feet into the pantyhose. The girl that was peeing came out of the stall and washed her hands in the sink right beside me. She had a funny smile on her face as she glanced down at my bare beaver, but she didn't say anything. When the girl was finished washing her hands, she opened the restroom door to leave and those boys were still out there. The boys now had a side view of me and they could tell that I didn't have any pants on. However, from their angle, they really couldn't see much more. The boys still watched me slowly inch the pantyhose up my legs until the door finally closed.

I jumped down onto the floor and looked in the mirror. I couldn't believe how sheer the pantyhose were. It almost looked as though I wasn't wearing anything at all! The pantyhose didn't have a cotton crotch or a modesty shield. They were just sheer from waist to toe.

I turned to Miss Compton and said, "I feel naked in these pantyhose. You can see right through them. I don't know if I can go out there in this short skirt without any panties."

Miss Compton said, "That's nonsense," and then she lifted up the front of her skirt.

Miss Compton continued, "See, I have on the same type of pantyhose and I'm not wearing any panties!"

Miss Compton's beautiful brunette bush was almost totally exposed beneath her translucent hose. As she stood there shamelessly displaying her hairy triangle, she noticed that I made no attempt to look away from the sight of her pleasure patch.

Miss Compton had a twinkle in her eyes as she asked, "Are you fascinated with the sight of my pussy?"

I replied, "Well, what's running through my mind is your habit of sitting up on your desk in front of the class while you give your lectures. I don't know if you're aware of it, but you have a tendency to spread your legs so the boys can see your panties…and today you're not wearing any panties!"

Miss Compton smiled and said, "Thanks for the info. I'll try to be more careful today," even though we both knew that she was well aware of her classroom teasing tactics.

Miss Compton continued to hold her skirt up and my eyes remained locked on the luscious triangle of hair between her legs. Since I was admiring her pussy, I guess it gave Miss Compton the impression that I was attracted to her.

Miss Compton grinned and asked, "You look like you're having devilish thoughts about me. Would you like to touch my pussy?"

I looked up at her and said, "Sorry, that's not part of our arrangement. I mean, sure you have a beautiful face with long dark hair and big firm breasts. In addition, your figure is well proportioned and you have long shapely legs."

I paused and she urged, "Go on."

Miss Compton was fishing for compliments so I continued, "I even must admit that for thirty-five years old, you're very attractive and you have a nice smile, but…"

She asked, "But?"

I said, "Well, you're fifteen years older than me, you're my teacher and you've blackmailed me into becoming your sex slave. That kind of killed any chemistry we may have had between us."

Miss Compton looked dejected and lowered the front of her skirt. I looked away and stepped into the pleated mini skirt that she gave me. I fought hard to fasten the buttons and the skirt left me feeling quite vulnerable. It was very short and it was made of a light cotton material. The plaid skirt didn't have a zipper. There were merely two buttons on the side holding the skirt up and those buttons didn't feel very secure. The fact that I wasn't wearing any underwear beneath the skirt just added to my uneasiness. However, I decided to go through with it so I slipped on my flat sandals and headed towards the restroom door.

Miss Compton stopped me and said, "Not so fast. I've decided to make a minor adjustment to your outfit."

She reached behind me and tucked the back of my short skirt into my pantyhose. I looked in the mirror and my nervousness increased one hundred percent! With my mini skirt pulled up, I could see my butt crack right through the transparent pantyhose.

I said, "You've got to be kidding! You don't expect me to walk into class like this, do you?"

Miss Compton replied, "As a matter of fact I do. I've seen this happen before. A girl uses the restroom and then accidentally tucks her skirt into her pantyhose or panties. All you have to do is pretend like you don't know your skirt is hiked up like that. I want to see how long it takes for someone to tell you about it. As soon as someone points out your little mishap, you're free to fix your skirt."

I said, "But my whole ass is hanging out!"

She said, "Don't worry. It's just an innocent gag. I'm sure the class will get a kick out of it…especially the boys!"

I asked, "How can you humiliate me like this? The skirt is short enough as it is, but now you're going to make me walk around with my butt cheeks showing and these pantyhose don't hide anything at all!"

Miss Compton replied, "Well, you know I could've been lenient if you'd shown me some compassion a minute ago, but when you expressed your true feelings about me, it just inspired me to raise the bar a little…I mean raise your skirt a little!"

I said, "Okay, I'll touch your pussy."

Miss Compton angrily replied, "Its too late! You already said that you aren't interested in me, so now you have to suffer the consequences."

Miss Compton paused for a second and then she added, "When I'm through with you, you'll be begging to satisfy me, but for now you'll just remain my little play toy!"

Miss Compton put my old clothes into the bag and headed off to the classroom. I waited a few minutes and then I worked up enough nerve to walk out the restroom door. As I proceeded down the hallway, I attracted attention from both boys and girls as they turned their heads to look at my butt. Then I entered the classroom and took a seat near the front. I heard plenty of smirks and giggles as I quickly sat down, but no one actually pointed out to me that my ass was showing.

I felt like a total slut as I sat there listening to Miss Compton's lecture. Even in my sitting position, I'm sure the students to the back of me could see the upper portion of my butt crack. I could almost feel the breath of the nerdy guy sitting behind me because he moved as close as he could to me in order to get the best possible view of my nearly bare ass. Then Miss Compton decided to make a public spectacle out of me.

Miss Compton said, "I need someone to come up to the board and write down these important points as I read them. Um, how about you Mindy?"

I said, "Who, me? Come up to the board? In front of the class?"

She replied, "Yes. Hurry up, we don't have all day."

I stuttered, "B…but…"

She said, "No buts, just get your butt up here!"

That statement caused the class to start laughing because they knew that getting my butt up there meant showing off my butt! As I slowly got up from my chair and made my way to the head of the class, I could feel everyone's eyes focused on my exposed rear-end. When I walked past Miss Compton, she looked down at her book and avoided eye contact with me. It appeared to the class that Miss Compton was unaware of my pantyhose predicament.

After reaching the front of the room, I was horrified to discover that the only piece of chalk available was lying on the floor. This was undoubtedly a calculated maneuver premeditated by Miss Compton because it forced me to bend over and pick the chalk up, thus exposing my nearly naked ass to all of my classmates. She must have had this lame excuse to get me up in front of the class planned all along.

With my back to the class, I could hear plenty of whispering and quiet laughter. As I bent over, my practically bare behind was out in the open for everyone to gawk at. Through the transparent pantyhose I was wearing, I'm sure everyone could see the crack of my ass just as easily as if I wasn't wearing anything at all.

My classmates were making jokes about me behind my back, but no one actually came right out and told me that my skirt was tucked into my pantyhose. Therefore, I was forced to provide everyone with a free peep show of my virtually nude backside. All of my fellow students fixed their eyes on my nearly naked butt cheeks as I wrote the topics on the chalkboard and Miss Compton slowly drug out the process to keep me up in front of the class as long as she could.

Finally, I finished writing down the last topic of discussion and I wanted to return to my seat, but Miss Compton said, "Don't run off yet Mindy. I'd like for you to remain up here and point to each topic as I discuss it"

I said, "Okay" and then I made sure that I was facing the class as I pointed to the chalkboard to refrain from revealing my practically bare butt to them any longer.

Miss Compton began with the topic that was at the lowest location on the chalkboard. I felt all right at first, but as she started discussing the topics that were higher up on the board, I realized that my skimpy shirt was becoming a problem. With my arms down at my sides, the tiny bare midriff top hardly covered my boobies, so I became very self-conscious when I had to lift up my arm.

It was bad enough that I had to stand in front of the entire class with only a pair of super sheer pantyhose covering my ass, but now Miss Compton was making things even worse for me. She instructed me to reach high up in the air so that everyone in the class would know which topic she was referring to. I'm only five-foot-one, so when I reached up high to point to a higher topic on the chalkboard, the bottom of my little shirt rode up until my nipples were just barely covered.

There was now silence in the classroom and I think the boys were holding their breath, hoping that my puffy pink nipples would pop out for their viewing pleasure. The boys were not only examining my flat tummy and exposed bellybutton. They could also see the lower portion of my firm natural breasts peeking out from below the tiny top.

I instinctively lowered my arm and some smart-assed guy asked, "Miss Compton, which topic are you talking about?"

Miss Compton just looked at me and said, "Mindy, please keep pointing to the topics until I've finished discussing them!"

Reaching up to the second highest topic caused my braless boobs to bounce around and I could feel the little shirt trying to work its way up over my breasts. I was very careful as I stood there because I wanted to keep the movement of my titties to a minimum. There was a lot of tension in the room as the little shirt continued to slowly creep up higher and higher in front of me.

I was really getting nervous because I could feel the hem of the shirt dancing lightly across my sensitive pink nipples. The fabric was tickling my nipples, causing them to poke out further than they'd ever done before. When the shirt crept up a little further, I sensed that the lower portions of my nipples were exposed. I was greatly distressed because every boy in the room knew that my teeny top wasn't going to be able to hang on when I reached up to point to the final topic.

When Miss Compton began discussing the final topic, I nervously reached up to point to the highest position on the chalkboard. I stood on my tiptoes when I elevated my arm, but it didn't help. My pretty pink nipples popped out from beneath the tiny top and everyone in the class could see them. A deep exhale sound was produced by the boys as my nipples finally came into view, but it was immediately followed by a collective sigh because I quickly lowered arms and covered my precious pink gems.

Then that smart-assed guy once again asked, "Miss Compton, which topic are you referring to?"

The class chuckled as Miss Compton called out, "Please Mindy, just keep pointing to the topic until we're finished!"

Again, I stood on my tiptoes and reached up high, causing my shirt to ride up. I thought my little top was going to hang on, but this time instead of my nipples just popping out, my shirt shot up over my titties like a slingshot and now my bare breasts were completely exposed. I was even on edge about my mini skirt. In my extended position, the hem of the short pleated skirt drifted up and I was afraid that my pussy was showing. Covered by only those transparent pantyhose, I knew that my auburn muff would be as easy to see as if I was naked under my skirt, so the precarious situation that I was in made me feel very uneasy.

I was mortified as I stood there with my titties on display for all of the boys to examine and I was even forced to stand there during Miss Compton's question and answer session. It wasn't a very difficult subject, but the boys sure had a lot of questions that day and I had to stand there with my boobs hanging out the whole time.

Finally, the session ended and as I made my way back to my chair, some rude guy called out, "Nice ass!"

I gave him a dirty look and then a girl sitting next to me said, "You can't blame him. Your butt's showing and you don't even have any underpants on."

I frantically looked behind my back and pretended to have just discovered that my bare butt was showing. Everyone in the classroom busted out laughing as I quickly pulled my skirt down. I felt totally humiliated and I didn't have to fake the embarrassed look on my face. Eventually, Miss Compton told the class to settle down and then she finished her lesson without incident before finally dismissing the class.

I was glad that Behavioral Science was my last class of the day because Miss Compton refused to give me back my shorts and T-shirt. Instead, she asked me to join her for dinner and drinks at the most upscale establishment in town. I told her that I wasn't really dressed for entertaining, but she assured me that my outfit would be very entertaining. I felt a wave of nervousness inside of me because I didn't want to provide that type of entertainment.

We arrived at the elegant bar and restaurant, which was located in the lobby of the town's finest hotel. The bar attracts mostly lawyers, politicians and business people. Everyone was dressed in professional clothing and business suits. College students rarely frequent the place because of the high prices and stuffy atmosphere, so my presence in that skimpy little outfit generated a lot of attention.

Miss Compton directed me to a circular sofa in the lounge. I was greeted by three men and a woman, all dressed in gray business suits. The woman was one of Miss Compton's Social Science colleagues named Jodi. She was only a little taller than I am, with blonde hair and golden tanned skin. She was around the same age as Miss Compton and she was wearing an expensive outfit with a blazer and a matching skirt. Jodi's skirt was very short and she appeared to enjoy showing off her smooth tanned legs.

As we sat down on the sofa, I was very careful to keep my legs together. From the men's position on the couch, it would have been very easy for them to steal a peek up my extremely short skirt. I was sitting between Miss Compton and Jodi, who were also dressed in short skirts, and the men constantly glanced down so that they would be ready in case any of the girls accidentally flashed them.

Apparently, the men were very influential in the mental health industry, so Miss Compton and Jodi were eager to impress them. When the men inquired about the projects that the women were involved in, Miss Compton quickly mentioned her research in the area of public nudity. Everyone had obviously consumed a few drinks before we arrived and the conservative looking men were quite distracted by the way that I was dressed. Jodi noticed the men's preoccupation with the inadequate coverage that my clothes provided, so she fueled the conversation about Miss Compton's research.
Jodi said, "Public nudity…that must be very interesting. What kind of experiments have you performed?"

Miss Compton replied, "Well, so far all of my research has centered around Mindy."

Jodi looked at me and said, "You have a very cute subject to work with."

Miss Compton said, "Yes, she is. And you should see her naked!"

Jodi prompted, "She looks good in the nude?"

Miss Compton said, "Yes. Mindy has nice bouncy breasts and the cutest pink nipples."

I was mortified as Jodi and Miss Compton talked about me as if I wasn't even there. As the women continued describing my body in great detail, the men were staring at me and appeared to be undressing me with their hungry eyes, which made me feel very uncomfortable. Jodi could see that the topic of public nudity had the gentlemen's undivided attention, so she pushed the subject even further.

Jodi asked, "Is she shaved…you know…down there?"

Miss Compton replied, "No, but she has neatly trimmed pussy hair. Its soft and naturally reddish brown. And you should see her butt!"

Jodi asked, "Cute?"

Miss Compton replied, "Its firm and round, like you'd expect from a young girl. The class just loved it."

Jodi asked, "The class? What do you mean?"

Miss Compton explained, "Well, I made her parade around with her skirt caught in her pantyhose until someone pointed it out…and no one said anything until class was almost over."

Jodi chuckled and asked, "No panties?"

Miss Compton said, "Nope, no panties. Wanna see?"

I begged, "No, please no Miss Compton. The men will see me."

Jodi said, "Oh don't worry about them. Let's have a little peek, shall we?"

Miss Compton lifted my skirt as high as it would go. My face turned bright red as Jodi and the men inspected my barely covered pussy. Jodi and Miss Compton weren't including the men in their discussion, but I was well aware of the men's intense stares.

Miss Compton said to Jodi, "Look how sheer these pantyhose are."

Jodi said, "Its like she's not wearing anything at all. Look at that cute little patch of fur."

Miss Compton said, "Yes, she does have a pretty pussy and a cute butt to match. Its too bad you didn't see it when I made her tuck the skirt in the waistband of the pantyhose."

Jodi said, "Why don't you make her do it again? I want to see how people react."

I shrieked, "Here? Now?"

Jodi said, "Sure, it'll be fun."

I looked at Miss Compton and she said, "You know the rules. Get going!"

I went to the restroom and tucked my skirt into the back of my pantyhose. I took a few deep breaths and walked out into the lounge. Luckily, before anyone could see anything, a waitress grabbed my skirt and pulled it down for me. Unfortunately, she was holding a steak knife in her hand and accidentally snagged my pantyhose. I returned to the couch and I was greeted by a group of disappointed faces.

Jodi said, "That's a shame. I wanted to see someone's reaction."

Then Miss Compton looked down and said, "What happened to your pantyhose?"

I replied, "The waitress ripped them."

Miss Compton said, "Well we can't have you walking around with a big run in your hose. Go take them off."

I said, "B…but I don't have anything on under them."

Miss Compton just gave me a stern look, so I took off for the restroom again. I went inside and angrily removed my pantyhose, but my harsh movements just caused me more distress. As I tugged down the hose, I accidentally tore the second button off my skirt. Luckily, the top button stayed on, but there was a huge gap at my hip where the tight skirt separated. Now everyone would easily be able to tell that I didn't have anything on underneath my mini skirt.

When I returned to the couch, I was very careful as I sat down and crossed my legs. The men's eyes were like saucers, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Promised Land.

Jodi ran her finger up and down my exposed hip, and said, "I see you were a little careless with your buttons."

I didn't respond to her and the group finally turned their conversation over to a different topic. However, the men kept their eyes on my skirt with the hopes that I might accidentally spread my legs. As they continued talking, Jodi started casually stroking my legs with her fingertips. She began lightly dragging her red-painted nails up and down my inner thighs. It felt kind of good, but she kept hitting ticklish spots. Every time she tickled me, I would jerk my upper body and the men's eyes would open wide, thinking that I was also going to jerk my legs apart.

I think Jodi's intention was to get me to spread my legs, but her tickling ended up igniting another incident. As Jodi's fingertips casually made their way up my legs, she attempted to dip her fingers under the hem of my short skirt. When Jodi's fingers touched my pussy hair, my upper body jerked so hard that the top button of my extremely tight shirt popped open and my breasts practically fell out. I quickly tried to button my shirt, but Miss Compton pushed my hands down.

She said, "I think her shirt looks better this way, don't you Jodi?"

Jodi quickly agreed and I was now forced to wear my top with only one button holding it together. The button was located at the bottom of the bare midriff shirt, just below my breasts. The shirt was so tight that the opening stretched wide across my braless titties. My boobies were threatening to spill out at any second, much to the delight of the men.

A hostess came up and said that our table in the dining room was ready. Jodi motioned for me to go first, and then everyone else filed out right behind me. Jodi was obviously very amused by the sex slave arrangement and she was also starting to feel the affects of the alcohol.

Jodi said to Miss Compton, "I wish I had a little play toy."

Miss Compton responded, "Well, you're welcome to use mine whenever you want."

Jodi giggled and asked, "You mean I can do this if I want to?" and then she reached down and pulled up the back of my skirt.

Without panties or pantyhose, I was now bare assed naked under my skirt and everyone got a look at my nude butt cheeks. I tried to walk fast to get away from her, but it was a big mistake. Jodi had such a tight grip on my skirt that she tore off the only remaining button and the skirt fell to the floor.

There I was in a public bar with my bare butt and hair triangle out in the open for everyone to see! I quickly snatched up my skirt and ran into the restroom, but there was no way to fix the skirt. I waited for a while, thinking that I could stay in there until the bar closed, but Miss Compton entered and demanded for me to come out to the table. I held my skirt together at my hip and made my way to the table as fast as I could. Once I was seated, no one could tell that my skirt was ruined.

Jodi leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen."

As she whispered, her fingers once again began to stroke my legs. However, she was no longer doing it to humiliate me. She was just trying to show that she was sorry for her actions. It felt good having her fingernails gently raked up and down my inner thighs. Soon I was able to relax and I didn't even flinch when her fingers found their way under my skirt.

Jodi leaned over and whispered, "Let's make this a little easier" and then she pushed my skirt down to the floor.

I didn't even try to stop her. Now I was bottomless in an elegant restaurant, but as far as I could tell, no one knew it except for Jodi and me. Miss Compton was sitting on the other side of me in the circular booth and she had a pretty good idea what we were doing. However, she covered for us by engaging the men in idle conversation. The men paid a lot of attention to the gaping separation in the front of my shirt, but they didn't try to peek under the table.

I spread my legs as Jodi began to move her finger up and down my moist slit. Every time she touched my little clitty, I would make a soft purring sound, but I was careful not to arouse the attention of the men. After teasing me for a while, Jodi finally inserted a finger inside of me. First, she moved her finger in and out, and then she started making little circles inside of me.

Jodi whispered in my ear, "I've never had my finger inside of a pussy before…except of course for my own. How am I doing?"

I moaned, "Mmm, that feels good."

One of the men asked, "What did you say?"

My eyes popped open, but I was speechless.

Jodi covered for me by saying, "Mindy said she hopes that the meal's good."

Jodi wasted no time going back to work on my tight wet pussy. She kept moving her finger in and out, in and out. I closed my eyes as the tension inside of me was building stronger and stronger. When Jodi started massaging my love button with the palm of her hand as she continued to stroke my pussy, I could feel that I was on the edge of a powerful orgasm.

Then I heard a voice say, "Um, may I take your order."

I looked up and a man in his thirties was towering over me. Jodi quickly moved her hand away and exposed my auburn bush to him. I jerked my hands to my lap in an attempt to cover my nakedness, but it just made things worse. My jerking motion caused my breasts to spill out of my top. Now, not only was my pussy showing, but my nipples were showing, too. I didn't know what to do next so Miss Compton made my decision for me. She pushed my hands down to my sides and didn't allow me to cover anything.

She said, "I believe we'll get better service this way."

The waiter smiled and said, "You'll receive excellent service tonight."

I was so embarrassed. Not only could the waiter see my bare breasts, he could also see my pussy hair. I was so flustered that I couldn't even order. Jodi went ahead and ordered for me as if I was her date. The waiter took his time taking our order and never moved from a position where he could see my precious gems.

Finally, the waiter left and Jodi went back to gently stroking my pussy. I was embarrassed because my titties were hanging out right in front of the three men. However, the beautiful feeling that Jodi was triggering inside of me made me temporarily forget about the intense stares that I was getting from the men. Jodi continued moving her finger in and out of my pleasure place, and I was just on the edge of ecstasy, but then she stopped suddenly and pulled her hand away.

I quietly begged, "Please don't stop," but then I saw the waiter reaching over me to fill my water glass.

He took another long look at my breasts and bush, and then he went back into the kitchen. Jodi gave me a little nibble on my ear and then she slipped her finger back into my soaked pussy. She began making soft circles inside of me, and then she would slide her finger up my wet snatch until she found my little clitty. Jodi kept alternating between my love button and my love hole until I was about to explode. Just as I reached the edge of ecstasy for the second time, Jodi again pulled her hand away.

I said, "Jodi what's wrong with you? This is so frustrating. You're driving me crazy!"

Then I realized that our bread was being delivered to our table, but this time it wasn't the waiter. I looked up and saw a really cute boy, who couldn't have been more than eighteen. The waiter must have sent the busboy or dishwasher to our table so that he could see my nearly naked body. His face was redder than mine was as my pink nipples and auburn pussy hair were out in the open for him to behold.

I actually enjoyed teasing the young boy. His nervous stare truly excited me and I couldn't help spreading my legs wide so that he could get a really good look at my reddish-brown pussy hair. I also pushed my breasts out to make sure that he had an unobstructed view of my round rosy nipples.

Arousing the young boy was fun, but soon I was anxious to have Jodi's finger back inside of me. After the boy finally left, Jodi once again returned to stroking my sweet pussy. She just kept moving her finger in and out, in and out as the tension inside of me kept building stronger and stronger. I thought Jodi was finally going to allow me have an orgasm, but then the waiter brought our salads. Jodi tried to pull her hand away, but this time I forced her to continue. I lost all sense of reality as I began touching, rubbing and pulling on my erect nipples.

With my eyes closed, I started moaning, "Oh my, oh wow, oh that feels so good. Don't stop, please don't stop…yes, yes…I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

Everyone was watching me, but I didn't care. I just kept breathing heavily until Jodi finished me off. The waiter stood there the whole time and he positioned himself above me so that he could see everything. He watched Jodi move her finger in and out of my wet pussy, and he also watched me play with my own nipples. Finally, I couldn't take anymore and I pushed Jodi's hand away. I shuttered with excitement and then I just sat back exhausted, letting everything hang out.

As I was still trying to recover from my explosive orgasm, an older woman walked up and said, "I'm the manager here. I don't care what you college kids get away with in other restaurants, but in here you're either going to button up or get out!"

Feeling like a scolded little schoolgirl, I blushed as I looked over at Miss Compton for direction. She nodded as if she was in agreement with the old woman, so I tucked my breasts into my teeny top and buttoned up my shirt. Then I pulled my skirt up and draped it over my lap. It was still a revealing outfit, but it covered enough to satisfy the lady, so she left as the waiter brought our entrées. I'm sure the men and the waiter would have preferred that I still had my titties and pussy out where they could see them, but this way I didn't have to feel so ill at ease as I ate my dinner.

When we finished eating, I stood up and held the side of my skirt together so that it wouldn't fall down while we walked out of the restaurant. Once we were in the parking lot, the gentlemen bid us farewell and thanked us for a most interesting and entertaining evening. However, Jodi stayed with us until we got to our car.

The car was parked right next to a busy street. Even though it was dark out, there was a bright streetlight above our car and it illuminated the area. Without warning, Jodi wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big kiss. Her unexpected hug caused me to lose my grip on the skirt and it fell to the pavement. I almost caused an accident as traffic screeched to a halt because motorists stopped to look at my naked ass.

Jodi was hugging me so tight that I had trouble getting away from her to pick up my skirt. I was finally able to break free, so I grabbed the skirt and began to climb up into the SUV. I giggled loudly as Jodi pinched my bare butt cheeks while people in the passing cars watched our playful girlish antics.

As Miss Compton and I were driving home, she looked over and asked, "So, you like Jodi more than me, huh?"

I didn't answer, so Miss Compton continued, "Well, just remember who controls your destiny! I'll never run out of new ways to show off that hot little body of yours."

The feeling of fulfillment that Jodi provided wore off quickly and I was now thinking about what Miss Compton was going to make me do next. Miss Compton has the power to remove my clothes anytime, anywhere, and I somehow keep finding ways to make her mad. I was restless all night as I kept wondering who was going to see me naked tomorrow.