Part 11
As soon as Tim got halfway down the block, and out of the view of the parking lot, he saw a car ahead, turning toward him at the end of the block. He quickly looked around him; he was in a commercial area, and the only cover nearby was a small row of hedges planted around a business sign, 15 feet away from the sidewalk.
He sprinted toward it and knelt behind the hedge just as the car's headlights swept across the sidewalk where he had been standing.
He waited for the car to pass, his breath coming quick, and his situation sinking in. He was naked from the ankles up, in public, around 3 miles from his apartment. The night air was cool on his skin, and he could feel goosebumps forming all over him.
He looked back toward the parking lot he'd just fled, where his own car was sitting.
Why hadn't he put a key in a little magnetic box in the wheel well, like some guys did? If he'd only thought to do that, he could be home and safe in 10 minutes. Damn!
When no other car appeared on the street, he crouched low and started to jog up closer to the business building, figuring that the farther away from the sidewalk and the street he could get, the better.
But when he'd made it halfway across the parking lot, he froze. Security cameras! What if they had security cameras? Even if he somehow made it home, he might leave a visual show of his mortifying nudity at a dozen places between here and his apartment.
He spun back toward the sidewalk, frozen in indecision for a minute, before he made up his mind.
He'd been holding his ball cap down in front of his erection, which still hadn't gone down. (What was wrong with him?) But now he lifted it up and put it on his head, then tugged the bill down, so that his face would be blocked from the view of any cameras that were any higher on any building than his 6-foot-frame.
It was a tactical decision. As much as he hated to leave his cock and balls uncovered and bouncing in the breeze, he'd rather have anyone who might view the video tomorrow get a good look at his entirely nude body instead of his face.
Getting seen streaking would be bad enough, but getting recognized streaking would be terrible!
Holding his glasses in one hand, he put his other hand down over his penis to try to at least partially cover it, and jogged over into the shadow of the first building. He forced himself not to look up to see if there were any cameras, but instead to look ahead and slightly down.
At the end of the building, he peeked out in both directions, and then darted across another parking lot to get into the shadow of the next building.
Back at the bar, Stephanie, Ellen and Maria went back inside. Stephanie told Maria to take Tim's clothes and wait for her beside her car, then went back to the bar and gave orders to the remaining employees to clean up and lock up.
Stephanie hadn't told them that they'd be joined by a naked man to help them clean up; she'd hoped to surprise them! But now that Tim had run off, they'd never know what they missed.
Ellen followed Stephanie out into the parking lot, where a grinning Maria was waiting. Stephanie unlocked the doors. Ellen climbed into the passenger seat, and Maria got in back, tossing Tim's clothes across the seat beside her.
"I bet that poor hunk wishes he had these about now," Maria said, giggling.
Ellen said, "At least it's not cold out. I'd hate to see him get frostbite on that big dick of his!"
Both girls laughed, and Stephanie said, "If we find him streaking down the street before he makes it home, we'll let him in the car, and you can warm it up for him."
She waggled her eyebrows and rubbed her palms together, to make some warming friction, and both of her employees giggled again.
As she passed Tim's car in the parking lot, she stopped.
"What are you doing?" Maria asked.
Stephanie said, "I just thought of something," and got out of her car. She went to Tim's front door and tried the handle, finding it locked. She turned in a slow circle, looking slowly around the parking lot and nearby street. Then she took out her phone, turned on the flashlight feature, and walked around the car, trying each door, and shining the light around each tire.
When she got back into her car, Ellen asked, "What was that about?"
Stephanie said, "Some guys leave a key in a small magnetic container stuck to their wheel well. I just wanted to make sure that Tim hadn't done that. If he had, he could just wait here until we leave, and then come back to his car and drive it home."
"I didn't think of that," Ellen said. "And I'm glad that Tim didn't either!"
"I bet he's regretting that now!" Maria said, grinning.
Stephanie put the car in drive and headed for the street. Ellen said, "Are we going to try to find him out running in his birthday suit?"
"It's worth a try to make a few circles around the next several blocks, just to see if we get lucky. But if we don't see him soon, I'm going to drive to his place and scope the place out so that we can be ready when he gets there."
At that moment, Tim was a couple of blocks ahead of them, scampering from one bit of cover to another, his head on a swivel as he nervously scoped out his surroundings. He'd never really thought about how long 3 miles is, but now that he was trying to go that far -- naked and in public -- it seemed like a marathon!
Though he hadn't appreciated that Maria hadn't somehow taken his shoes off too, he was very glad now that he had them. His naked trip would be even that much worse if he'd had to mince his way across gravel parking lots, cold sidewalks and open roads in his bare feet!
He had three close calls on his trip. He was blissfully unaware that the first of those was with the three horny women who were searching for him!
He was trotting along a sidewalk five blocks from the bar where devious Maria had denuded him when he heard a car engine in the block behind him. The car wasn't going very fast, which gave him enough time to look over his shoulder and see that it was indeed driving down the same street he was running alongside.
He darted to his right, off of the sidewalk and across the lawn of a house that bordered the business district that he'd just left. He was lucky that there was a big oak in the front yard, because it was close enough to the street that he could sprint to it just before the car reached a point where its occupants had a sight-line to him.
The panicked male slipped just a bit on the grass as he moved even with the oak, and then flung himself back against its trunk, to keep it between him and the car. He flattened his muscular body against it, his round, bare buns slamming into its rough bark as he gasped for breath.
Unaware of their handsome, naked prey so close by, Stephanie, Ellen and Maria slowly cruised down the street, passing within 25 feet of a desperate Tim, pressed against the tree with his eyes closed.
After a moment he heard the car engine pass, and continue down the street. Tim opened his eyes and peeked around the tree, making sure he was out of danger. Then he let out a breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding, and stepped away from the tree.
He quickly looked at the house in front of him, and was relieved to see that even though a tv flickered behind a downstairs window, no one appeared and looked out at the yard. He absent-mindedly rubbed his bare bottom, where the rough tree bark had caused a little sting. Then he resumed his careful, naked journey toward his apartment.
Though the girls didn't drive quickly -- they were still hoping against hope that they might spot Tim's attractive bare buns bouncing in the streets in front of them -- they soon arrived at Tim's apartment. Stephanie slowly drove by, scoping out the front of Tim's small building.
