(I did not intend to write a sequel to my story "Check Mate", but when a reader asked if I had to drive home naked, my fantasy was triggered. Many thanks again to Literotica Editor A13579, for his corrections and suggestions.)
"Can I take some photos of you?"
Jim's question caught me a little by surprise. I was still completely naked, enjoying the thoughts of our unusual chess game. But his question also immediately excited me again.
"I didn't know you were interested in naked men."
"Me neither. But I just found out."
Of course I wanted nothing more than to be photographed by Jim, so we walked through his large garden, looking for beautiful settings for our shoot. I tried to think of all kinds of other things to avoid walking around with a hard-on all the time, but that didn't really work. Jim ended up shooting more than 100 photos.
After we got back to his house, we relaxed over iced coffees on his terrace.
"You're really addicted to walking around naked, aren't you?" Jim asked.
"Oh yes, absolutely," I laughed, "I would love to walk around everywhere without clothes permanently."
We were silent for a while. I could tell that Jim wanted to say something, but didn't really know how. Finally he stammered: "I ehhhh, I dream about it sometimes too, but I've never dared to do it."
I told him that it took me a long time until I finally dared to walk naked in public places. At first they were very short adventures, hidden behind the bushes or something. Gradually, I had became more and more daring, and now I don't really care anymore if people see me naked. I have actually started to find it more and more exciting.
"I thought of something." Jim spoke slowly and deliberately. "If I ever want to do it, I'd have to force myself. So I suggest we play a game of blitz chess. Afterwards we'll drive to your house in our own cars. If you win, you get your clothes back and mine with them. You take them with you in your car. If I win, you won't get your clothes back."
I recognized his feeling. In the past, before I really dared to walk outside naked, the thought of being forced to be naked in public would really turn me on. But when the time finally came, I had backed down.
"Okay, I accept the challenge," I smiled. I had never won a game of speed chess against him before, and was curious whether he would dare to let me win.
Jim lost a bishop and a knight within the first few moves. He really seemed set on losing. Then he feigned putting his queen in a dangerous position but suddenly changed his mind. Because he had to do something quickly, he sacrificed a pawn. With that move, the game quickly turned in his favor. Although I could just grab his pieces, I didn't really have my defense in order. And before I knew it, Jim had already cleared his backlog. As always, he took the initiative after a few minutes and quickly wiped me off the board.
"I really thought you were going to let me win," I said.
"I wanted that too, but in the end I didn't dare," he replied, a little embarrassed.
I shared that I completely understood and that I had gone through the same process countless times. "One day you'll actually make it happen, trust me."
"You can go already, I'll grab your clothes and come after you. I always drive faster than you in that old barrel of yours," Jim laughed.
I got into my car, still stark naked, and drove down the street. Just after I turned onto the highway, Jim passed by, honking and waving. He soon disappeared into the distance.
Only then did I remember that I had neglected to have the "Low Fuel" light fixed for a while. And that the fuel gauge was awfully close to 0. Was there 10 liters left in the tank? Or just 5? Or 1? Or..... If the light had still worked, I would have known that I could drive about 20 kilometers after it came on. But now I had no idea whether I would make it home or whether I would be stranded somewhere along the road.
It was now dark. Running out of gas on the side of the road actually seemed like the worst option to me. Then I would just have to wait and see if someone would stop, not to mention how they would react. If I were to choose the pump with the payment terminal at the next gas station, at least I wouldn't have to go to the cashier to pay. I would be in full light and of course be registered on the CCTV, but that was the least negstive of the options I could quickly think of.
So I took the exit to the gas station with the large truck parking along the highway. As I had already planned, I stopped at the pump with the payment machine. I turned around to get my wallet out of my pocket..... And then I panicked.
My pants were in Jim's car, and so was my wallet. I realized that my situation was even more dire than I previously thought. My problem was no longer just that I had to fill up and pay for gas naked, but that I could not pay at all. And in normal situations, if you accidentally don't have any money with you, you can leave your watch, or driver's license, or passport as a guarantee that you will come back to pay. But I had nothing to give as collateral. And call Jim? Unfortunately, my phone was also in a pocket.
Once again I had to weigh the different possibilities. Walking into the store where the cashier was sitting and explaining the situation seemed hopeless to me. I suspected they would be more likely to call the police than help me. I also found it risky to knock on the door of passenger cars or campers. With a bit of bad luck, I would have a bunch of angry parents after me. So there was only one option left: approach one of the truckers. If you believe the stories about truck stops, they certainly wouldn't get upset. Maybe even the opposite.
I drove to the truck parking lot, turned off the engine, and hesitated. I knew I had to get out, but it was terrifying. After a few deep breaths, I opened the door and stepped onto the asphalt. I walked to the nearest truck and knocked on the door. It took a while before the window was opened and a man looked down.
