A few days had passed since my experience with nude modeling for the art class. My nerves over the public exposure had returned to a more normal state, especially with the relationship with Annie growing increasingly close and intense. It seemed to have my libido on a 'high' and I was sporting erections almost at the drop of a hat, much to the amusement of the girls around the pool each evening. Nude time by the pool was becoming a daily ritual, both to relax and wind down the day, and to be close to Annie. It also was giving her many occasions to wear down my inhibitions about nudity, since there were usually more than the two of us present. She was enjoying the fact that I was essentially required to be nude, and my frequent arousal allowed me no excuse to retreat. If I wanted time with her (and I surely did) it meant hanging out bare-balls naked at the pool, no matter who else was with us. And since I was usually sleeping in her bed, my clothes were left next door in my own unit. So, I was often in her flat with not a stitch of clothes at hand, all night long.
On this particular night, Matt and I were taking a cooler back to his apartment next door, as the evening was wrapping up. The section of alley between the two properties was bordered by homes with privacy fencing or hedges, so it was not difficult to walk from the pool gate to Matt's garage apartment in the buff without drawing any attention. Matt routinely came over to maintain the pool, walking over naked and leaving his clothes at home.
As we carried the cooler between us, I heard a noise behind me, and turned to see someone ducking behind Annie's car. A prowler in our parking area!
"Matt! Some guy's messing with the cars!" I hissed, and we quickly sat the cooler down and sprung into action. The unknown guy ran down the alley, and we were in hot pursuit. Our anger at that moment made us virtually forget our state of undress as we sprinted after the fleeing intruder.
A couple of houses up the alley, he cut into an open driveway, running along it toward the street on the opposite side of the block. Crossing that street, we followed as he ran through the side yard of another house, cutting through another alley and lawn, until he bumped into a lady who was removing a box from the back seat of her car, sending him sprawling on her lawn. Before he could recover, I tackled him. We rolled and scuffled onto the curb until I could pin him. Matt was calming the startled lady, who then called the police.
"I've got this dude, Matt. Run back and bring us some clothes, buddy, before a crowd collects!" I didn't really fancy the thought of a crowd of onlookers, and the police, while I was buck naked again, in public, two blocks from my clothes! But I wasn't about to let this guy get away.
There I was, jaybird naked, pinning this prowler to the pavement, under the glare of a streetlamp. And sure enough, there came the police cruiser - and it was the very same female officer that I had encountered during the fender-bender the night of the art class! Not again! And now some of the neighbors were beginning to come out and see what the disturbance was. Caught bare-butt naked, in public, again - and absolutely no refuge!
At least a dozen people were gathering as the officer exited the cruiser and approached us. What could I do, but sit there naked on my captive, until surrounded by the officer, the lady, and a mostly female audience? Oh, Grrrreat!
"You can let him up, now, Mr. Barrett. I'll take over from here. I see you're very bare again. Seems like I'm never going to meet you while you're wearing anything other than your birthday suit. Another art class, tonight?" the officer chided me, in a half-humorous tone.
"N-n-not really, Officer. I j-just saw this guy prowling around our cars in the alley and had to chase him down. There was no time to do anything about my... um... nakedness," I began to explain.
"Oh, Officer! I'm Sandra Nelson, the one who called this in. Please give the young man a break. He and his friend are to be commended. They came to my rescue as that oaf practically knocked me down as he ran through my driveway. I think he is the same man who was prowling around here a caught him," the lady said.
"It will be okay, Mrs. Nelson," the officer assured her. "I've met Mr. Barrett before. I know he is harmless. Just prone to wander away from home with no pants, apparently!"
As I rose and released the captive into the officer's custody, Mrs. Nelson noticed that I had sustained a scratch on my right arm and scuffs on both knees due to wrestling our suspect on the pavement. She retrieved a first aid kit from her car and offered to attend to my abrasions.
At that moment, Matt returned with Annie and Renee, but no clothes! He had a towel from the pool wrapped around him. Annie hastened to my side, and I assured her I was okay other than the minor abrasions from the scuffle.
