Betrayed

    Amy sat in her livingroom, staring blankly at the front door. Her parents had left town for a short weekend vacation, leaving Amy home all alone. It was the very first time they had trusted her to be home by herself ever, unlike her friends who's parents had let them have the house to themselves since they were old enough to walk. Of course Amy had already planed to make up for lost time by breaking every rule and moral decency she could think of. Or simply translated, she planned on partying all night long. But she still had an entire day left to herself before her friends would arrive, and she didn't want to waste an opportunity, not even a moment of it. But what would she do with a whole day, tonight did seem like an eternity away. As Amy sat there staring at that door one last naughty thought finally did cross her mind. She was indeed here all alone, no one would ever know except her. Butterflies began dancing in her stomach just at the thought. Yes this was good. Yes she had taken chances before, running naked from the bathroom to her bedroom just for the little thrill it gave her. It was definitely naughty, it was definitely not proper, and above all it was very not lady like. But the ideal of running around the house naked... the whole house not just one of her little streaks that she could play off as forgetting her towel in her bedroom, if she got caught, it was definitely far from proper.
    Amy sat in the chair staring at the door with a naughty grin as she slowly began unzipping her pants. Her jeans slipped easily down her legs and over her knees as she pulled her feet free. Now she sat there panty clad. Sitting in the livingroom in her panties, what would her parents think of her if they were to see her here like this. It was great, but indeed it was a thrill that dwindled quickly. Indeed, there was no real risk with her parents gone for the entire weekend. Amy wanted more, needed more, more danger, more risk, a bigger thrill. Amy thought more of getting naked, as assuredly she was going to, but she felt even that would not be enough, she had to have more, something real. Amy arose from her chair to begin turning on lights just to remove any shadows, every light in the house she did turn on knowing how easily one could see in a well lit house even if it was still daylight, and especially since she made a point to open each curtain as well, getting atleast a little thrill at each window knowing that anyone could be seeing her in her panties. But there was little danger today, as for a normally active neighborhood all was quiet. To little risk. Then a bad thought did cross her mind, Amy herself could not believe what she was about to do, no, not her, not Amy, but she did. Amy proceeded to the front door flinging it open wide and stepping out to stand on her front porch, before she could loose her nerve. There she stood panty clad to the world, butterflies now attacking her stomach wildly, but still no one was in sight. No one to see her panties.
    Amy stood there on he front porch in her panties, thinking to herself, what is the danger with no one around, and besides she could be standing here in a bathing suit bottom for all anyone could tell. Even less risk. Amy took one last look about, still no one in sight, she was going to risk it, she was going to go to the mailbox in her panties, for even if no one could tell she knew, and there was a chance. She walked down the driveway to the mail box, the streets were empty, and the thrill was great. She pulled out the mail checking it through, nothing interesting, but then just as she bent over to peer into the mail box one last time, making sure she had gotten everything, a horn blew. Amy nearly jumped right out of her skin. She froze like a startled rabbit as a couple of kids passed by in a car, no one she knew, but it scared the bejesus out of her. Amy stood there shaking off a chill for a moment. That was way too close, what if it had been someone she knew? But just as quickly as it came, it was gone, the streets were empty again, no one around, and Amy now felt a big empty spot where the fear had been. She had just been caught and the rush was too much. God why did she like what she feared so? She needed more. Amy looked about and again the streets were still empty. She had intended to get naked back in the house, darting dangerously in front of windows, but now, now Amy needed something more, she was already hooking her thumbs in the elastic of her panties, playing with the ideal, taunting herself. Amy trembled at the thought but at last in one quick move her panties were down around her ankles.
    Amy stood there for a moment feeling an entirely new sensation, never before had she felt the wind caress her womanhood. It was a strange sensation, almost as strange a sensation as the thought of standing here clad in but the thick black tangles of her pussy hair. No pants, no panties, just pussy hair and a t-shirt. But thus she stood in the street infront of her house. Numbly Amy stepped from her panties bending again to pick them up, only the wind beat her to them, carrying them out into the center of the street. Reflexively Amy chased after them just as another car rounded the corner. Amy's heart raced, there was no way they could miss seeing her, and there was no panties this time to be mistaken as a bathing suit. there was just her pussy hair, and plenty of it. Amy bolted for the door forgetting both the mail and her panties. But the house only got further away, or so it seemed, so far that by the time she did reach the porch she plum forgot to lift her feet, or that is she stupidly tripped landing flat on her face. She tripped over a porch she had stepped to all her life, but trip she did. Amy turned over quickly to see how much time she had on the car. None, the car was almost to a stop at the end of her driveway, or just going so slow it seemed that way. It was old Mr. Zepher from down the street who was now nearly breaking his arm he was waving so vigorously as his car continued slowly by. What else could Amy do but wave back. Lucky he didn't have a heart attack, seeing pussy at his age had to be dangerous. But he seemed to be enjoying it and he wasn't trying to stop and come after her or anything. Amy just lay there letting him look not even trying to close her legs from the sprawled position they were in. It felt strange to let old Mr. Zepher look up her naked pussy, old Mr. Zepher who always had candy for her when she was a little kid. He had always brought her a smile. Now fate made her return that smile, her vertical smile that is. Amy stayed that way as she watched old Mr. Zepher all the way down the street to his own driveway. Well she had wanted a thrill, she certainly got one, along with a couple of bruises. Amy sat there after Mr Zepher was long from sight, sat there remembering her youth, how easy it was to be happy then, she didn't need to throw the mail all over the place at the sound of a horn just to get a thrill. The Mail! Amy quickly slipped back down the driveway now mindless of still being naked from the waist down, she forgot to pick up the mail, and this time it was scattered all over the roadside from her earlier fright. Amy beant over to gather up the mail, chasing this piece or that, not paying any mind to the show she was putting on, or who might be watching. A couple cars had passed, but she hadn't paid them any attention. Amy picked up the last piece just as a bicycle bell rang and a hand reached out to smack her bare ass that stuck so prominently up in the air. Hi Amy, the girl from down the street called out as she road by, nice day for sunbathing. Amy could but blush in response, the feeling of a hand on her bare bottom reminding her of her missing panties. Amy quickly scanned the roadside, only her panties were no where to be found. She then scampered back up to the house vaguely wondering, as she closed the door behind herself, had Mr. Zepher stopped to pick up her panties in all the commotion. Na, what would an old man want with a young girls panties, stupid thought.
    Amy sat the mail on the stand beside the door as she stripped off her t-shirt. She didn't wear a bra, her tits were plenty firm enough not to need holding up. Why she hadn't had the nerve to take her shirt off outside she didn't know, probably because tits draw too much attention, their much more obvious. But after all that excitement outside, being now naked in the house did absolutely nothing for her. She streaked throughout the entire house to no avail, getting only a mild thrill out of passing windows. It was useless. Amy retreated to her chair, flopping down in it as she had been told a million times not to, but that is what this weekend was about, breaking all the rules. Almost unconsciously Amy began fingering her pussy, thinking of what she could do. Atleast this did give her a good feeling, which beat the depression that was creeping up on her again for not having the nerve to further her adventures that had brought her so much fun. She wanted to step back outside, her whole being told her so, but she had lost her nerve, she would never venture down that avenue again. Indeed that was a sad thought. Listfully she sat there teasing her genitalia, comforting herself, getting only a little thrill out of wandering what it would be like to get caught like this, boy how much trouble would she be in. But it was not a reality. Her parents wouldn't be home for yet another day, and it was still hours away from any of her friends showing up. She could unlock the door and let them accidentally happen upon her, or better yet she could greet them like this, that would most certainly get the party of to a start. It was a nice ideal, but she knew she wouldn't have the nerve. God she would be in so much trouble if her parents caught her like this, she tried telling herself, but without the risk it was useless. Just then Amy heard keys in the door, dazed from the orgasm that was only starting to build, she could but stop rubbing her pussy, her mind only but a total fog. Thus before she could gather her wits to run, the door opened. Amy's eyes popped open wide, suddenly her mom was standing in the now open doorway, mom with her hand over her mouth feigning shock. Amy didn't know why, but somehow she instantly knew her mom was faking surprise. Dad now stood right behind mom, with a very stern look on his face that Amy knew all to well. She was in trouble. Amy eased her hand away from her hungry pussy as if sneaking away from getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She hadn't thought about the fact that moving her hand would expose her soaking wet pussy, which of course had to be gaping wide open, pulsating with anticipation that wasn't proper for the moment.
    If it wasn't bad enough that Amy now sat infront of her parents totally naked, and with her pussy spread before them, probably the horniest it had ever been in her life. Amy tried to build the courage to run, but it was then that she noticed the Police Officers standing behind her parents. Amy slid slowly to her feet to stand naked before her parents as they stepped inside motioning her to the door. Half paralyzed with fear Amy obeyed, and dads hand met her bare behind hard as she stepped through the door to present her bare flesh to the Police as Amy knew her parents meant for her to. Amy jumped from the spanking, grabbing for her ass, even though her reaction would have been to cover up, as just then she saw all her neighbors gathered on her front lawn to see what the Police were there for. And see they did as grabbing her ass so had the effect of pushing her naked pussy forward, to say nothing of what her jump did for her bare tits. What a way to be presented to your neighbors, with a bounce. But it wasn't over. Amy's parents stood there emotionless as the Officers cuffed her hands behind her back, allowing her no modesty, no way in which to cover her nakedness. They even cuffed her ankles, she was prisoner. Amy was arrested for indecent public exposure. Cuffed and standing totally naked before her entire neighborhood, now crowded. Amy was read her rights, before being escorted through the crowd to the street where the Police Car awaited, with lights dancing, advertising that something was happening here. Amy's feet being cuffed so made her walk to the police car even more lude as the cuffs only allowed her short steps causing her naked flesh to jiggle in a very unladylike fashion. Again Amy's driveway felt like an eternity. For what it was worth Amy tried to stiffen her chin as all her neighbors watched this naked girl with jiggly tits get stuffed into the Police Car. It was then that Amy saw Mr. Zepher, a tear in his eye, and Mrs. Zepher beside him waving her panties.