4 comments/ 88792 views/ 7 favorites Naked Girl Copped By: RachWebster If you're thing is anal sex or throbbing cocks then perhaps this is not for you. If you like a bit of suspense and inner feeling, then you might like it. What I might call more subtle, but you may not agree. The first stories I found that I liked on this site when I first found it recently were by Seahawk76, which I thought were great. Since then I've found nothing quite as good, and he hasn't posted for several years, so I've anglicised one of his ideas, but with my own story line. If you like this then read his. If anyone would like to comment that mine is half as good as his, then I would be pleased. ( Apologies toSeahawk76 if in fact he/she is a woman?) Alternatively, any suggestions for stories in the same vein as his (and mine) would be appreciated. Thank you. * Paula was having a great time. It was Saturday night and she was out with her pals for an evening of fun around the local pubs and clubs. Since arriving at her new job in a new town, it hadn't taken long for her to find such a nice group of friends, both male and female, and life for her was at last fine, having had such a terrible time the year before, following the split up with her boyfriend. It had been so messy, that eventually she had quit her job, and her flat, and moved away to find a new life elsewhere. It had been a good move. Paula, apart from being very pretty, was a tidy, neat sort of a girl and normally very careful about what she wore and what she drank. That night was her birthday, which she shared with one of the other girls, but she still counted her drinks, having just a little more than she would normally might have done, but not too much so. For her dress she was a bit more daring however. She'd been shopping with one of her friends during the week, and perhaps for the first time in her life, she had gone a little wild. She'd tried on skirts shorter than she'd ever had on before, blouses cut lower than she'd ever dreamed of wearing, and tops skimpier than she'd ever before even handled. It had been fun, and she'd enjoyed the whole thing. In the end, with less cajoling than she would have thought possible when they'd first set off, her pal persuaded her to buy a tiny denim skirt, and a skimpy sparkly top, that left several inches of mid-drift bare, and dipped interestingly low at the front. She had the legs to go with the short skirt, and a nice flat tummy to go with the top. To complete the outfit, in another shop, she bought a new pair of strappy high heel sandals, that combined with the short skirt, made her already shapely legs look even better. Buying them was one thing. Wearing them out in public was another. When her friend Jane arrived at Paula's for a lift into town, she found Paula ready, but dressed in just jeans and sweater. Nice ones, but not what Jane had invested her time in helping her to choose. "Would you like a nice cup of tea?" asked Paula, trying to lead the conversation away from her clothing, hoping she wouldn't notice. Jane stood there looking dead sexy in a tiny pair of shorts that hardly covered her bottom, and a tight white tee-shirt, the design on the front, being about all that made much attempt to hide the lack of bra underneath. Other than a few items of colourful fake jewelry, the only other thing she wore was a pair of four inch high heels. Jane was ready to go out pubbing and clubbing for the evening, and she didn't consider that Paula was. "Get 'em off!" Jane demanded immediately, not allowing herself to be misled. " Where's your new togs we bought the other day?" Paula protested, refused, complained and whined, till in the end Jane playfully jumped on her, wrestled her to the bed, and giggling wildly as they struggled, managed to get the jeans unzipped and halfway down her legs before Paula gave in, laughing aloud at her crazy friend's antics. "OK OK!" She cried, " I give up. I'll try them on and we'll see." Jane sat there on Paula's bed, watching her as she pulled off her jeans, and took off her sweater, not a little envious of her lovely toned body, and the nice handful of boobs that spilled over the top of her bra. The new clothes were already there by the bed. It wasn't that Paula didn't want to wear them; she just lacked confidence and needed that push. First she stepped into the denim skirt, and wriggled it up her legs, doing up the buttons when it was in place. Then she pulled on the top, smoothed it down, and turned round for approval. Jane was shaking her head. "You've forgot something." She admonished, and Paula asked what. "Your bra," she continued, " you've still got it on." "I'm not going out without my bra." Retorted Paula, " I can't. I won't." "You tried it on in the shop without one." Came back the immediate response. Paula pouted, almost whispering, " That was in the shop, in the changing room even, not in some bloody pub full of blokes." "You think the blokes won't like it then?" demanded Jane again on the point of giggling. "They might like them a bit too damn much." Came the reply. "Come on Paula. That's the whole point isn't it? Don't you fancy the guys liking the look of your boobs?" "Well yes, but it's not as easy as it..." "Don't you like the idea of them getting a bit of an eyeful?" "Well yes, but it's not as easy..." "Doesn't it turn you on a bit that they can see you've got no bra on?" "Well yes, but it's not as..." "That they might be able to see your nipples sticking through?" "Well yes, but it's not ..." "And that they can see your tits swaying around? "Well yes, but it's ..." "And that they'd fancy feeling them?" "Well yes, but..." "And that one of them might later on?" "Well...Yes." The truth is not always that easy to admit to. Paula did fancy it, of course she did, all of it, but it wasn't easy to change when you'd never acted like that before, and with the last admission she blushed, embarrassed that Jane had read mind her so easily. "Come on. Off with it then." Ordered Jane, holding her hand out. Paula sighed, shrugged her shoulders, looked up at the ceiling, and waved her hands in the air in confusion, but she couldn't deny the facts. She turned away from her friend, a little shy even of her, and pulled her new top back off over her head. She took off her bra, not even bothering to pretend that the clasp was stuck, threw it back over her shoulder in fun, before hurriedly pulling back on the top. She turned round, still blushing in embarrassment, and Jane did a mock wolf whistle, which did little to reduce her pal's concerns. "I can't go out like this. Look at me. Look at my tits, they're so obvious. My nipples are like acorns." Paula complained. " I might as well be topless." "Swop them for mine anytime." Retorted Jane, who actually had a nice pair herself. " Topless? Another time maybe, but don't run before you can walk." "I can't. I just can't." whined Paula, really wanting to, but still lacking the nerve. " I'm twenty four, I'm an accountant, not a bloody teenager, it's just too revealing." "Twenty four, not seventy four!" exclaimed her determined friend, who was not going to let up. " Stop acting like an old woman. Act your age, and forget that bleeding boyfriend who wouldn't let you do anything sexy just for once." The mention of her ex boyfriend, and how restrictive he had been, how he had controlled her, got through to her, and was all she needed to push her over the brink. Paula went over and looked at herself in the mirror. "Oh my God!" Was all she said in a despairing voice. She was very uncertain indeed about going out with her boobs and legs on such public display, but secretly rather pleased at what she saw looking back at her in the mirror. "Let's go then or we'll be late." Sung out her satisfied mate. " Don't forget your handbag." The first pub was difficult, brightly lit, and not to her liking, and Paula kept herself to herself in a corner. But after that everything changed, and she came out of her shell, and a couple of times almost out of her top, as she danced wildly with her group. But it was in the last club, where they spent most of the evening that it got even more interesting, a whole stream of guys chatting to her, asking her to dance, offering her drinks, flirting with her, trying to put there arms round her waist. Paula loved it, well aware that so many of them were enjoying the sight of her such lightly covered breasts, and long bare legs, and though she still felt like blushing when she caught one staring too obviously, she was starting to get used to it, enjoying it herself. After a while, quite naturally, she fell in with a chap she really quite fancied. She found she rather liked the way he looked at her, and especially liked the way he danced up close to her, and was beginning to wonder if he might be the one to get his hands inside her top later on. When Jane came over and told her she had a lift home with some guy, she didn't worry, didn't even query why she was having to tuck her tee-shirt back into her shorts. "Don't do anything I wouldn't." she called to her, that leaving Jane with plenty of leeway the mood Paula was in by then. Then her guy just disappeared. He went off to the toilet and just never returned, and after some time Paula gave up on him, disappointed but not too much, revelling in her new personality and freedom that she fully intended to continue. It was getting late, most of her crowd had gone off with someone, or had too much to drink, so eventually she made her way to her car. She was in a happy carefree mood, remembering all the guys who had flirted with her that evening, and thinking of the tennis tournament she would be playing in, the following afternoon, the first she had entered in this new region. It would be her first chance to make her mark in her new county, and she was already dreaming of the new sexier outfit that she would surely buy soon. She set off for home in her Peugeot 207, another new purchase, totally unaware that she was being followed till the flashing lights of the car behind her came on, and she had to pull over. Two uniformed officers approached her car, a man and a woman, and still she remained unworried. Even when they asked her to get out of the car and take a breathalyser test she remained calm. She had passed one only the year previously, and was sure she had not drunk as much as that previous time. So it came as a shock when they showed her the results and that she had failed. Only just perhaps, but none the less over the limit. "I couldn't be, it's not possible." She claimed, but to no avail, and she saw her new life dissolving right in front of her eyes, as they cautioned her and took her car keys from her. She tried to explain that she had only drunk three small alcoholic drinks all evening, but their response was that everyone they arrested said more or less the same thing. Paula pleaded with them, imploring them to let her off, but knowing deep down that it would be wasted on them, and that they were, after all, only doing their job. It was her own fault of course. How many times had she criticized others for being so stupid, and now it was her that was going to suffer for her own actions. She would lose her licence, probably her job, and her flat and the car would all go as well. Her new lifestyle, that she had only just tasted that evening, would probably go down the drain at the same time. Understandably, she was very upset, and before long, the first tears started rolling down her cheeks, she was so distraught with her bleak future, after what had been such a wonderful evening. "Why did I drink at all?" she thought to herself. " What on earth am I going to do?" Through her haze of self pity, she realised that the two police officers were talking heatedly, almost arguing with one another, and her heart gave a jump as she heard one of them, the woman, say something about giving her a chance. She tried to listen in, but they clammed up, the male officer looking at her sternly, but the woman with at least some pity in her expression. "Is there any way out of this?" she pleaded, immediately regretting it, thinking that they would assume she was trying to bribe them. "I mean..." she continued, " I don't know what I mean." She ended, burying her head in her hands, the tears returning even stronger than before. "Come on Pete, look at the poor kid." The woman cop said to her colleague. " Someone probably dropped something in her drink. You know it happens all the time, and if we hadn't come along, some bastard might be raping her right now." Pete looked at Paula, his face a mask, thinking as he had thought when they had been watching her earlier in the last club, how pretty she was, and what a lovely slim body she had, but with nicely rounded breasts under that skimpy top. If anyone was going to rape her, then let it be him went through his mind, though he knew that was not on the cards that night. "I don't know." He said at last, " we let her off this time, and she does it again next week. Maybe injures someone in an accident." "I wouldn't. I promise I wouldn't." whispered Paula, not wishing to appear too bold, a tinge of hope fighting back through her despair. "If we let her off, we can't even record it." Pete carried on, " she does it again and where are we. We haven't even any poof that this time even happened." "We could photograph her," Claimed Sue, the woman police officer, "and then we could hold it against her if we caught her again. "What bloody good would that do?" demanded her colleague, showing his short temper, "what good is a photograph?" Sue put her arm around Paula to comfort the younger woman, whispering to her confidentially, " Listen. Maybe I can get him to agree. He's always been one for a pretty girl." She looked Paula in the eye, and continued, " It's up to you if you don't want to, but I'll try anyway." Turning to her partner, she asked, "What about if she lets us photograph her with her top off. She would hardly have agreed to that if we didn't have some hold on her would she?" Paula listened to them arguing the point, wanting the man to agree, not fully taking in what she would actually have to do, such was her desperation to be let off. "You don't even know if she would." Said Pete sternly, beginning to bend to Sue's pleadings on Paula's behalf. "Of course she would stupid. She's got far too much to lose otherwise, haven't you young lady?" The last comment was directed directly at Paula, who found herself nodding desperately in agreement, still anxious to get herself out of her predicament, desperate to support anything the police lady said to help her case. "It's an attractive idea." Mused Pete at last. "I wonder what else would she do to get off?" "You're some sort of bastard you are." Spat Sue at him, and she took Paula aside to talk to her more privately. "Look, I know this jerk. He's woman mad, and it's terrible working with him. If I can get him to agree, would you be prepared to strip off? Just for a quick photo that is. Just take a minute, and I promise I wouldn't let him touch you or anything." Paula was stunned. She felt trapped. The woman was so kind and seemed to be on her side, but she detested the thought of having to take her clothes off for anyone, and especially this detestable man. But it might get her off, and the woman was trying to help her, so she couldn't let her down when she was being so understanding. Paula couldn't think straight. Couldn't make a decision. She just wanted it all to end. "Come on, it's your only chance. I promise I won't let him do anything." Encouraged the woman officer, but Paula just stood there, her head hung down, uncertainty washing over her. "Look we can't hang around here all evening love." The older woman whispered gently, quietly, " What's it to be, slip a few things off, or back to the station, maybe a night in the cells and then lose your licence. Those chauvanist bastards back there won't give you any rest tonight dressed up like you are." Losing her licence had been bad enough, but the thought of having to spend the night at the police station dressed so scantily, maybe being locked up in a cell and having a succession of coppers leering at her was just too much. "OK. But that's all." She whispered at last, hardly audibly, her mind too confused to do anything other than to go along with the other woman, who seemed anyway, to be making the decisions for her. Sue went over to Pete and engaged him in conversation, and Paula found herself praying that he would agree to the photos, a situation she would have thought impossible just half an hour earlier. It was a situation that she wouldn't have been in then, if she had only noticed the two of them swapping her breathalyser test for one they had doctored a little earlier. Did she but know it, it was the woman who had engineered this situation, and it had all been her idea in the first place, her male partner only going along with it to please her, plus of course the chance to see such a lovely young woman stripped off. With tops over their uniforms they had picked her out from a crowd of lovelies in the club, and somehow she had just been the one, her shyness and innocence showing through despite the way she was dressed. They had followed her out when she left on her own. and had even warned off one young guy, who at one time looked as if he might get the opportunity to take her home, leaving Paula wondering what had happened to him when they had been getting on so well. It was only when Pete reluctantly agreed, that it fully dawned on Paula just exactly what she had agreed to do. Never in her life had she done anything like it, even topless sunbathing being something she had never had the nerve to go through with. The policewoman led her to the side of the police car, and gently encouraged her to get on with it, coaxing her, and promising that it would soon be over, and she could get on her way. Not daring to look up at the big copper who was then staring at her, Paula took her time, gathering her nerve to start, accepting that there was no way out. At last she began to undress right there at the side of the road. There was hardly any traffic, and she figured she could get it over with quickly before any more cars came by, and even if they did the police car would hide her from prying eyes. Firstly she undid the buttons to her denim mini-skirt, her fingers shaking as she did so, taking twice as long as it should do. She worked it down over her hips, and let it drop to the floor, carefully stepping out of it, and handing it to Sue, who kindly helped her as she undressed. Next she took hold of the hem of her sparkly top, took a huge breath to give herself confidence, and pulled it straight up and off over the top of her head, her breasts spilling out into the evening, even before she had fully got it off. Paula shivered as the cool air hit her naked breasts, unused to being exposed to such cool evening air, almost unused to being exposed at all. She blushed as she glanced down, the hardness of her cold erect nipples so obvious even in the dim light, worried that they would think it was due to something other than just the temperature. The top was handed over to Sue without a word, and Paula closed her eyes, and dropped her head in despair, unable to look at the man standing in front of her, clasping her hands protectively over her bare breasts, knowing that he would be staring straight at them. Knowing that it was already too late to change her mind, she stood there shivering all over, with just the tiniest of panties left on. "Come on love, just get it over with." Urged the woman softly, but Paula couldn't bring herself to carry on. Naked Girl Copped "Want me to come and pull them down for you girly?" laughed her horrid male tormentor, enjoying her discomfort, and actually in no hurry for it all to be over. "No! No!" cried out Paula, surprised even herself at the loudness of her voice, " Don't touch me. You promised you wouldn't touch me." And with that, the tears began welling up again in her eyes, as she tried to roll herself up into a ball. The policewoman put her arm around Paula's shoulders, comforting her, but none the less enjoying the cool smoothness of her exposed skin. "Don't worry Paula, he won't touch you. I won't let him. I promised you that." And she then pulled the poor shivering girl to her, cuddling her protectively, and stroking her hair as Paula's head rested against her shoulder. They let her rest a little like that, Paula quietly sobbing away against the comfort of her false protector, the two police officers smiling jubilantly at one another at their success, over the top of her buried head, enjoying the poor girl's discomfort. The woman bent her head at last, and whispered down to the girl. " Come on love, you've come this far. Why don't you get it over with?" She felt rather than heard Paula catch her breath, trying to stop crying, and a few moments later, felt her nod her head gently. "Are you ready now love?" she asked softly, and she detected another more pronounced nod against her shoulder, which only led to her smiling and winking at her grinning partner. Sue slowly unpeeled poor Paula away from her, till she stood again on her own, and offered her a handkerchief to dry her eyes. Paula took it and buried her face into it, missing the comfort of the woman's warmth, not knowing how she was going to pluck up the courage to slip off her panties, but no longer caring that her naked breasts were now again on full view. No longer caring that the beast of a policemen would be staring straight at them. "Let me help dry your eyes Paula." Said the woman kindly, taking the handkerchief from her and pulling Paula's hands down away from her face. She was enjoying this. Really enjoying it, and had never imagined it could be quite so good. It had never ever been this good before. She carefully took hold of the girl's chin in her hand, and raised it, lifting her pretty tear stained face up to look straight up into her own. She felt a desperate urge to kiss her, full on the lips, and to plunge her tongue right down her throat. Paula bravely sniffed and swallowed deeply several times to fight back the tears that still threatened, and blinked her eyes to clear them of the tears that had already been shed, pathetically grateful for the kindness and support of this other woman. As her pretty long eyelashes fluttered, Sue knew she wanted to more than just kiss this delightful beauty, tempted even more than her male partner by the erotic swell of the lovely full, young breasts that hung there, naked, quivering gently in the dim light as she swallowed so deeply, her delicious erect nipples just a few inches from her own now shaking hand. But she knew that she mustn't, couldn't, her career in the police, the comfortable living and the power it gave her, too much to risk even to pluck this pretty little flower. But even so it was too strong not to 'accidentally' brush against one of her soft yielding breasts with the back of her hand as she reached up to help wipe away the tears. Her resolve was however stretched to the limit, her heart close to snapping, when Paula's lovely face at last broke into a tiny pathetic smile, and she looked straight up into Sue's eyes, saying, almost whimpering, " Thanks. Thank you so much. I'm ready now. I think I can do it now." Sue let go of her, and stood back, hating her partner for the self satisfied, lustful look of anticipation on his face almost as much as Paula did. But it didn't change her mind or her resolve. Not one bit! Paula stood there; trying to control the shivering that had started again, not bothering any longer to cover up her breasts, gathering herself to finish it. She at last looked up at the big copper, stared him straight in the eye without smiling, and took a series of good long breaths, not giving a damn what it did for her breasts, not caring how much he relished it. It wasn't for him, but to give herself courage. Paula slipped her two thumbs down the side of her panties, feeling the elasticity of the tiny slippery side straps, and holding her breath, closed her eyes tight shut and pushed them down. Straight down. Once down to her knees, she just let them fall to the ground, stepping out of them before bending down to recover them, automatically handing them over to Sue to look after. Then she stood up, stood up straight, and said quite simply but shakily, the strain in her voice very obvious, " OK. I'm naked. Get on with it then." "I think you can keep your shoes on." Said Sue, though Paula hadn't even thought of them, as she continued to stand there, still shivering in acute embarrssment, one arm back over her breasts, the other hand covering herself down between her legs. Sue fetched the camera from the car, leaving Paula's clothes on the back seat, and gave it to Pete, whose eyes had not left the poor naked girl for one moment. "Come on sweetie, arms down by your side. Lets see what you've got." He insisted, and she reluctantly complied, awkwardly, jerkily, putting her arms down by her side, feeling her face blush with shame at what she was doing, at what she had been forced to do, desperate to get her ordeal over with as quickly as possible. It was the first time since she'd showered with other girls at university a couple of years before, that anyone other than her boyfriend had seen her in the nude, and even for him, she had never posed just like that. But it was not to be so quick, and she had to stand there, her whole body continuing to shake in her humiliation. "How does this bloody thing work Sue?" Pete demanded, as he had been instructed, and Sue went over to him, pretending to ignore Paula, but secretly relishing her embarrassment as she continued to stand there naked, fighting the urge to cover herself up again with her hands. At last they shot off six pictures of Paula, insisting that she smiled at them so that she would not be able to claim they had forced her into it at a later date. Pete made her lean back against the car, but she baulked at sticking her tits out for him despite his demands, and with each flash of the camera in the dull light, she jumped in fear, scared that the flashes would surely attract attention from the houses nearby. "That's it then." Said Sue, " But we had better have your name and phone number just in case," writing it down as Paula spurted it out, thankful that she would soon be free to go home. "Here's your keys Paula." Said Pete, handing over the bunch of keys that they had taken from her earlier, but holding on to them as she reached out to take them. "How about a kiss first." He asked her, teasing her almost beyond reason. "Piss off!" she screamed back at him. "Come on girly, I bet you'd love me to squeeze those lovely tits of yours." He countered. "Oh please don't do this to me." She cried out, the tears yet again rolling down her cheeks, " You promised me. Please just give me my keys back." "Come and get them then." Pete challenged her, and held the keys up high in the air, straight above his own head, dangling them there. Daring her to come right up close to him, and stretch her nakedness up against him in order to reach up for them. Paula was at breaking point; she put her head back in her hands and this time really burst out crying, her body shaking with the power of her sobbing. She almost no longer cared what he did to her, but was not going to be played with like a little kitten with a ball of wool. The policeman's gruff laughter was cut abruptly short. "Give her the keys Pete. NOW!" ordered his female partner sternly, and he stopped, looked at Sue, thought about it for a moment, then said " OK." He threw the bunch of keys over towards her, way past her, and Paula darted after them, grabbing them up from the pavement as if they were treasure. "What about my clothes?" she asked expecting them to hand them over as well, her mouth falling open in shock as the other two started to get back into their police car, obviously with no intention of handing them back. "I'm sorry love. Really sorry, but we'll give you a call in a couple of days to see what you can do to get them back." Called out Sue, and with that, they started their car, and pulled away, leaving Paula on her own, stark naked beside the road, shivering with fright at the implications of the policewoman's words. Paula tried to cry, but there were no tears left to shed, so she just stood there, slumped over, all fight gone out of her, the humiliation magnified by the treachery of the woman who she had trusted so much. Eventually she suddenly realised she was still stood there in the nude a full minute after they had left, and that she would have to move fast before she was discovered and her situation got even worse. Brushing the remaining tears away from her eyes, she rushed over to her own car, tore the door open and leapt inside, panting desperately as she fumbled to get the keys into the ignition. She had to stop and steady herself before she even managed that simple feat, then started the engine, selecting very carefully first gear and pulling away from the kerb, cursing herself as she realised she hadn't so much as checked if any other traffic had been coming. "That's all I need, to have an accident in the nude." She thought as she took great care to drive away from the place she would never forget. A mile down the road, she found a deserted spot and pulled over, looking all around her to make sure nobody was nearby before relaxing just a tiny bit, and taking the car out of gear. She didn't however stop the engine, in case she had to make a quick getaway if anyone came, as she examined the interior of her new car to see if there was anything she could use to cover her nudity. She found nothing other than her little bag, not even the clutter that most cars gather once they have been owned for a period of time. She sat there thinking whether there was anything in the boot, but couldn't think of a single thing that would be of any use, and she simply couldn't face getting out of the car naked, and going round to check the boot just on the off chance. Giving up, she restarted her journey home, her mind working overtime to figure out how she would get from the car to the front door of her flat, but finding no obvious solution, happy just to look forward to getting to the car park without being spotted. Several times she had to stop at junctions and traffic lights, where she slumped down as low as she could, leaning forward to hide her nakedness as pedestrians passed close by, or other cars stopped alongside her, praying that nobody would notice her predicament, not knowing what she would do if anyone did. Twenty terrifying minutes later Paula was parked in the darkest part of her block of flat's car park. It wasn't the nearest to the entrance, but she felt safer there while she planned her route up to her flat. She looked around, the last of her tears now drying on her cheeks, but still could see nothing to cover herself with, her small bag being the only thing she had. Plucking up courage, having seen nobody enter or leave since she had arrived, she grabbed the handles of the bag and slid out of her car, the cool night time air on her nude skin yet again surprising her, causing her to shiver again, and her nerves jangled at the sound of the door as she shut it as quietly as possible. She cursed herself as the first time it didn't shut properly, and though tempted to take the risk of leaving it unlocked, Paula slammed it shut that little bit harder, convinced that the whole block would have heard, and that soon there would be someone at every window staring down at her as she crept naked across the car park. She set off to cross the forty yards or so to the flat's entrance, her insides doing somersaults, one hand holding her breasts to stop them swinging, the other holding her small bag in front of her to cover her pussy as best as she could. She ran out of the protection of the darkness and into the light, the shock of her sudden exposure like a lance running through her insides. Even the click-clack of her high heels sounded like gunfire to her, but she resisted the temptation to stop and take them off, wanting to get to the front door as quickly as possible. Once at the door, she used her key to open it and slipped inside, a feeling of elation coming over her, having made it thus far. This quickly disappeared as she realised she was now standing in a well lit up area, open to view to anyone outside through the double glass doors, as if she was stood in a gold fish bowl. Paula bolted for the lift; panicking at the last moment at what she would do if someone stopped it and found her inside. She thought of taking the stairs so she could at least escape, but settled for the lift, deciding that she would now just brazen it out, whether someone caught her or not. Holding the bag clumsily over her front, she waited for the lift to stop, praying that nobody would be waiting for it when she arrived at her floor. She was lucky, and she breathed out in relief as the lift doors opened onto the empty darkened corridor. Paula looked down to where her flat was situated, right at the other end, aware that as she passed each lamp it would detect her presence and come on, flooding the corridor in light. She was petrified, knowing that any one of the doors could open and someone come out. Knowing that if that did happen it would surely be a neighbour, and that they would know her. It was almost too much to bear. At the very moment Paula steeled herself to make a run for it, one high heel clad foot already raised, a door opened noisily halfway down, and she leapt back into the lift, pressing herself hard up against the side to keep herself hidden, just knowing that whoever it was must be coming directly to the lift, or would at least have to walk right by to the rubbish chute. She froze, unable to make a decision, unable to even press the button to take the lift back down. She was going to be caught, and could do nothing about it. What happened next almost made her burst into tears, but whether of relief at being saved, or fear at what next lay before her, she did not know. As she heard the footsteps approach, she stood there paralyzed, her mind frozen beyond any action, when suddenly the lift doors started to shut. "Oh bugger!" a man's voice called from just a few steps away, a voice she instantly recognised as Mr. Thomas's from next door but one, as he failed to catch the lift doors before they closed in front of him, forever unaware how close he had come to catching his pretty new neighbour in the nude. Paula let out a great sigh of relief, but could not stop her legs from trembling at the near miss. Then she had to contend with the thought that the only reason the lift doors had closed, was because someone on another floor had summoned it, and she hadn't escaped at all. The lift started to move upwards, which was very bad news as there were only two floors above hers. Her mind went into overdrive as she realised that she had a fifty-fifty chance of escape, and only then if she acted quickly enough. If she pushed the button for the next floor, then she thought, but only thought, that it would stop there first, before continuing upwards. It seemed to be her only chance. If it didn't work, or if the person who had summoned the lift was on the next floor, and not the top one, then she was lost anyway. Paula desperately poked at the button for the floor above hers, number six, and held her breath waiting to see if it would indeed stop. It seemed an age, an agonising age, but at last the 'six' came up in the panel, and the lift slowed silently to a halt, whereupon Paula leant back panting in fear, adjusting the bag to cover herself the best she could. She was ready to leap from the cage and run like never before, if somebody was stood there as the twin doors slid slowly open, agonisingly slowly open. She breathed out yet another sigh of relief as another darkened corridor appeared in front of her, and she jumped out, hardly able to contain the relief that she had got away with it again. No sooner had she done so than the doors began to slide closed again behind her, and she only just managed to stop herself jumping back into the false safety of the lift. Paula stood there for some moments as she heard the lift continuing upwards. Her brain was only just capable of working out that neither of the two people now waiting for the lift would be likely to come to that floor, as unless they were visiting friends in the block, they must both be going down to the ground floor. There was a risk, but it was worth taking, and she decided to wait there in the dark for maybe five minutes before again calling the lift to take her back to her floor. Every second seemed like a minute, and she lost track of the time as she tried to count the minutes by, jumping nearly out of her skin at the noise as she dropped her bag, staring down the darkened corridor, praying that it would stay that way for a little while longer. It was then that she spotted what looked like a coat by the door, just a few flats up from where she stood. She stared at it wondering if she still had the nerve to venture into the corridor to get it, not so much as querying quite why a coat might be left outside someone's door. Her mind was focused simply on that coat, which would give some cover to her nudity, some protection at last. It was as if that was all that mattered. Her heart thumping as it had never done so before, she crept quickly up the corridor, trying to walk on the balls of her feet, for fear of the clatter her high heels would make in the silence, and nearly jumping out of her skin as each light came on as she came within it's range. Paula made a grab for the coat, only discovering at the last moment why it was there. It was propping open the door! As she grabbed it she realised her mistake. The door jammed on it, and a voice from inside shouted out urgently. "What the hell's going on? Who is that?" An icy fear struck into Paula's insides. The man on the inside was trying to open the door right in front of her, and it was only her hold on the coat that was jamming it shut, and preventing him doing so. Sooner or later he would win the unequal struggle, and she'd be stuck there naked, trying to explain why she was there, and why she was pinching his coat. By now the guy was shouting, puzzled at what could be going on, and it was quite loud enough to bring out the neighbours. It was then that she dropped her bag again, her purse and a few other things spilling out onto the floor. Desperation set in, utter panic, as Paula dropped to her knees trying to re-gather her possessions, while fighting to keep hold of the coat. It was a battle she had to lose eventually, and with a few things abandoned, still on the floor, she let go of the coat and bolted, straight back down the now well lit corridor, her heels now clattering loudly, hoping against hope that the lift doors might by magic open for her when she got there. "Hey you." She heard shouted behind her." What the hell are...Bloody hell" His words dried up as he saw a naked and obviously attractive woman running down the corridor away from him. "Hang on I need to sort this out." She heard him call after her as he charged down the passageway after her, his eyes fixed on her shapely nude bottom swaying to and fro in front of him. Naked Girl Copped She had fitness on her side, playing tennis so regularly, but at the time she did not know that, and her legs seemed like lead as she struggled to keep going and reach the end of the corridor. "Wait! I'm not going to hurt you." He shouted out, by now desperate not to let the naked nymph escape from him. The fantasy of a lifetime within his grasp. Paula reached the lift, but the doors stayed firmly shut. She darted to the left, and barged her way through the fire doors to the staircase, wishing she'd taken that option in the first place such a short time ago. She was down the first flight to the landing as she heard him charge through the doors, still calling, and she was down the next flight, and on her own level before he was halfway down the first. Keeping a tight hold of her bag, and with no option but to throw all caution to the wind, she pushed her way through the twin doors, and rushed as fast as she could up her corridor, her breasts swinging wildly, the lights flashing on, one by one as she passed, her tears flowing copiously, her chest heaving as she cried in fear. When she arrived at her door, she had her keys ready, clumsily fumbling to unlock it, unable to find the right key, unable to fit it into the slot when she did, dropping them and having to try again, desperation only slowing her down, praying that her pursuer would not see which flat she disappeared in to, praying that she would get the door open before he charged through the double doors. She almost fell into her flat, slamming the door behind her, dropping her bag and falling to the floor, where she lay for some time, panting from the exertion of her flight, but mixed with adrenalin from the adventure, and had she but admitted it, now that she was safe, just a touch of excitement at her near miss. Eventually her breathing slowed down, her insides settled, and she picked herself up, and walked around her small flat, almost unable to believe that her ordeal was over. She decided she needed a shower, strangely amused that she didn't have to undress to do so, the first thing she had found amusing for some time. She relaxed as the hot water ran down her body, washing away the tension that had built up, at last allowing herself a wry smile at how close her escapes had been, wondering what would have happened if she had been caught. It was as she was washing herself clean that it started, trying to wash away the horrible things that had happened to her that night. The feel of her hands rubbing the soap over her breasts felt so nice, that before long she found herself stroking them, then squeezing them, the smooth soapy fullness of them delighting to her touch. Then she was caressing her nipples, stroking then, arousing them, her nipples hardening between her fingers, as she ran through her flight through the block in her mind. Before long one hand dropped down between her legs, and as she began to imagine yet again what might have happened if she had been caught. Her breathing became ragged as her finger started to trace it's way slowly up and down between the lips of her pussy, by then damp from more than just the hot water of the shower. Paula leant back against the wall, bending her knees and opening her thighs as her fingers explored further, deeper, till she no longer controlled them. Deep inside she pushed them, using her thumb to push hard against her exposed clitoris as she did so, working herself to a frenzy, her other hand squeezing her nipple, her nail biting into it till she could feel the pain, even through the intense pleasure further down. When it came, it did so in a rush, almost too soon, but probably more extreme than she could ever remember, the wave of her orgasm rolling over her, first her very toes curling, her legs straightening and straining as she now used both hands to tug as hard as she could manage at the fire between her legs. Then with an urgency, thrusting her breasts out, pulling her shoulders back, throwing her head back as her mouth opened wide and she loudly screamed out her release. She slept well considering, only the image of that detestable big copper spoiling it a little. The next morning however was terrible, expecting to be confronted at any moment, but as the days passed, she started to relax, hoping she would never hear again from the two police officers. Hoping that she hadn't left anything incriminating on the floor when her bag had spilled. Her hopes however were to be dashed before long, when her telephone rang one evening. "Glad to see you got home OK the other night. Surprised you didn't park closer to the front door, but you looked lovely running through the car park in the nude." "How do you know that?" Paula cried out, recognising the police ladies voice instantly. "Followed you. Watched you all the way. Didn't want you to get into trouble did we." Came the reply. "Thanks for nothing." Answered Paula. " I nearly got caught inside the building. Some guy chased me down the stairs." "Great. Tell me about it." Came the over enthusiastic reply, which Paula refused point blank to play along with. "If you want your clothes back then we'll have to meet up." But the demand was met by a refusal from the worried young girl, who told her tormentor to keep them. "And the photos we took of you?" Asked the menacing voice on the other end of the phone, adding, " The video of you running across the car park as well for that matter." Paula came over all cold. The video may have been a lie, but certainly the photos were real. Why the hell had she agreed? What had she got herself in to? "What are you after?" she asked at last, sullenly, expecting the worst. "Meet up and I'll tell you." The police lady continued, " I'm sure you won't find it too difficult, or too unpleasant. I believe you like tennis don't you?"