University Campus, Main drive, (9:54 am)
A crowd gathered around the main entrance to the college campus on Wednesday morning, of Nude Day 2004. The low chatter grew louder and louder as the gathering of people grew bigger. Some were willing to give it a go for the prize money, others were there to watch, what was being called "The Nude Day Streak-a-thon."
"Ok everybody," Mira stood waving her arms to get the attention of the crowd. "I've got 46 people down with entry fees of twenty dollars each. That's 920.00 dollars." People cheered loudly as Mira stood on a concrete slab around a statue, waving the money. Her short, black skirt offered a tempting view. Waving her hands up and down trying to quiet the chatter.
"Anyone else want to enter the Streak-a-thon before we begin?" Her hot pink tube top was bulging as her arms were up and out with the cash in her hand. The dark ovals of her nipples pressed outward. Mira's plump, luscious lips were painted a bright red, that enhanced they're fullness. She wiggled her hips after a couple of whistles, of approval.
"I do," came a voice from the crowd. "Jimmy Blackburn," walked up with a twenty dollar bill in hand and handed it to Mira. Mira's assistant, Pam wrote his name on the list. Jimmy was a tall, lean young man with slightly long hair.
"Okay, that makes 47 people who have entered, 940.00 dollars to the winner." The crowd cheered even louder as Mira waved the large wad of cash again. "Okay, Pam is going to the Sheriffs Office, she will acknowledge you as you go by her, tell her your name so she can cross your name off the list. She will be in or next to that black Mustang, over there," she pointed towards a parked, shinny black, Mustang. "Then run back here and you know what that means, right?" Mira smiled as she pulled her tube top up a bit. The crowd grew impatient yelling, 'Yea.' Cheering and shouting to "Get on with it."
"Ok, and remember...don't get caught, this is a 'Boot-leg' Streak-a-thon. Which means take off your boots, show your legs and cover your own ass." Mira said laughing. "The main entrance road, right here is the start and finish line." The crowd gathered to the curb, bunched up and slightly pushing for room. "When you hear me say, 'Go' then take off all your clothes and good luck." The yells and screams of approval came loud and clear. A couple people started running but soon came back when they realized she was talking about 'go' not saying 'Go.'
Start/Finish line at the University entrance (9:59 am)
"On your mark..." runner's fingers began undoing buttons on their clothes. "Get set..." A few of the guys and girls yanked they're shirts off and the crowd cheered. The line along the curb moved back and forth like a snake as people were antsy to begin. "...Go!" Mira shouted.
Forty-seven people took off, only slowed down by the removal of some garment of clothing. A few still stood along the curb taking their clothes off but most were on the move and flinging shirts, hats, belts, socks and pants just about everywhere. Some of the clothes and garments landed on other runners. The freshly cut lawn of the University was filled with half naked people running around the 'Don't walk on the Grass' sign. Steadily tossing clothes everywhere. Clothes laid across the grass like a multicolored quilt. The campus looked like a garage sale that had just been 'blown,' by a gale wind. Mira and Pam were watching the bare ass's, wagging cocks and flopping breasts of those still cresting Campus hill. Trailing from the University and disappearing into the town.
Mira hopped down from her perch and tucked the money in her tube top that created a bulge, that added to her fullness. Pam jumped down and headed for Danny's car. She was a preppy, cutie with blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her summer dress flowed back and forth as she pranced to the vehicle. He offered to give her a ride to the Sheriffs station where they were to await the runners. Pam shut the door on the black Mustang. Danny started his motor, 'Revving.' Pam waved bye to Mira. Mira blew kisses, back to her.
"Woohoo," Pam shouted out as Danny drove off towards their destination. Screeching tires around the corner, honking his sing-a-long song, beeps.
"Well, this should be interesting," Mira said to Tom who was afraid to enter the race for fear of getting caught and thrown in jail. He wasn't known for his bravery, he was known as the computer geek around the campus. "Lets go up on the hill and wait," Mira said smiling, rolling her eyes at the clothes that was scattered everywhere.
Deputy Sheriff, Adam 14, Officer Dunkin, (10:01 am)
"Attention all units, attention all units, this is Adam 14. Officer in pursuit of...huh, a bunch of naked people running from the college. Want to advise?" Officer Dunkin was patrolling the college area when he spotted a hoard of naked people running slightly in a row, in one direction, towards town.
"Check and see if the University has called in a fire or something, cause there's a lot of people running away from, something...huh...naked."
He began turning his police unit around in the middle of the street, near the University. Strangely curious to what he was witnessing. He turned on his siren and the sound echoed out loudly as he began pursuit of what streakers he saw. Two bare ass woman were running along the sidewalk. Officer Dunkin moved the rearview mirror and checked his Hair and appearance. He was middle aged, jet black hair, dyed to cover his gray. He had been with the force for a while now, enough to know that this was not a common event.
Walker St. (10:04 am)
Approximately twelve runners were in the lead of this naked marathon. Full out sprinting across the black top then onto a sidewalk, by the local bakery. Making a line as they passed window shoppers, parked cars and wide eyes. One man ran out and around the parked cars in an attempt to beat the crowded group of runners that pushed and shoved to get ahead. The trail of naked flesh strung out almost three small town 'city' blocks. Moving along like a long, human, slinky across streets, sidewalks and patches of grass.
A Mature couple gasped with open mouths as the streak-a-thoners, streaked by. "Don't look Ethel," said her husband but it was to late she had done seen the moons of ass's passing by, then she smiled. They froze in their tracks as they were stampeded by nude people shooting by them. Gripping each other, the elderly couple stood there grinning. "Did see that Ethal?"
"Yea, I did," Ethal replied with a plastered smile.
Jenny's firm breasts bounced, her arms swung slightly curled into her chest, while she began taking the lead. Her cute, firm, heart shaped ass was a beacon for the guys that followed close behind her. Her tightly pulled ponytail, flopped wildly. She 'figured' she had good chance to win since she was in track, at the University. Jenny's feet pounded the pavement, her toned legs glistened tan while her slightly white ass streaked by buildings, shops, people and cars. She had heard in whispers that this event was secretly going to take place. She showed up like most did, not sure rather it was for real or just a bunch of talk. But when Mira began taking names and entry fee's, she checked out her compotition and felt she could win and entered.
Quickie stop market (10:05 am)
Jim Thompson run behind the 'Quickie stop market,' three blocks away from the University and hopped in the white van that was waiting for him. Shutting the side sliding door as it spun off in the direction of the Sheriffs Department. His naked ass rolled around while the van turned sharply. "Go man, go," he yelled from behind the driver, his friend Bill. Their plan to win the contest was not an honorable one. Bill sped through the light in his haste directly in front of Officer Dunkin. The sirens were still going loud as Bill yelled out, "Oh shit." Then pulled the van over to the curb slowly. Checking his mirror to see if perhaps the officer might drive by.
"Don't stop," yelled Jim.
"I have to man, I ran a 'fucking' red light in front of this policeman." Bill slapped the steering wheel with anger. Jim looked around for something to put on over his naked body but there was nothing, they hadn't planned on this in all their planning. Balling up tightly behind the drivers seat Jim tried to stay out of sight.
The sound of a shutting car door made Jim jump. Bill turned and looked out at his window. "Licensee and Insurance please. You know why I stopped you?" Officer Dunkin asked while walking to the drivers side door. Another police car sped by with its siren going, full blast.
"Huh, no sir," Bill answered nervously. Officer Dunkin slighted him a smile as Bill handed him his license and insurance papers. Officer Dunkin began reviewing them when Jim coward down even lower. Officer Dunkin saw movement behind Bill's seat. Putting his hand on his revolver.
"Come out from behind the seat and both of you step out of the vehicle." Officer Dunkin stepped back cautiously as Bill opened the door and stepped out. "Who do you have back there?" Officer Dunkin asked while pointing for Bill to stand in front of the van.
"A friend," Bill answered as Jim stuck his head up slowly.
"Come out of there," Officer Dunkin said loudly.
"I can't," Jim replied.
"Why not?... Sir, step out of the vehicle...NOW!" Officer Dunkin grew impatient. Jim raised up even more and Officer Dunkin saw that he was nude. Jim stood slightly bent with his hands between his legs.
"See, I can't," Jim yelled out and Officer Dunkin snickered.
"You boys want to tell me what this is all about?" Jim and Bill looked at each other and started singing like canaries.
Walker St. at 11 Th. St. (10:10 am)
Jenny was still in the lead but Pete Johnson was right on her heels, or should I say ass. Pete is a daily morning jogger. He has been ever since he got out of the Army and returned home. He had heard of the Streak-a-thon from a friend and thought he would check it out. Now, he found himself running downtown, nude. Nothing on but a smile as he stayed right behind the leader, Jenny.
They were all pacing themselves a bit more now, there was a half dozen ahead of the rest. Many were starting to show signs of fatigue. Slowing, gasping for air and holding they're sides. Swinging arms and ass's ribbon through town in they're various gaits. Some came to a slow crawl but determination kept them moving, that and the fact they're naked, on a street. With the usual townsfolk conducting they're daily business and 'bare' witness to this flood of flesh, streaming through sidewalks and crosswalks.
Pete's pecker flopped back and forth faster than his swinging arms. His eyes became entranced on Jenny's cute, white ass. As she took a turn to shoot across the street at the town square. Pete's eyes were on Jenny's round rump and ran smack dab, into the mail lady, as he took the turn. "Arg." Letters and papers went everywhere, her shrieking scream, "Aaa," came after the mail lady had fallen and she looked up to see Pete getting to his feet, shaking his head while six more naked runners shot by her. "Aaa," she yelled again, then smiled as she saw a couple more dancing cocks flop by.
Still gazing at they're rears as they dashed off across the courthouse lawn on the square. Then a few more streakers shot passed her as she slowly got to her feet. Picking up a handful of documents as another group of nude runners passed by.
