The High Street

I was sat there outside my local pub, halfway through my pint of IPA, and enjoying the spring sunshine, when I spotted her in the distance, sauntering along the high street in my general direction.

Pretty, even from this distance, with a nice slim body, and I have to confess that she did look familiar.

The pair of strappy medium heels she wore did good things for her long, slender legs, emphasising how shapely they were. Since that seemed to be all she was wearing, her shoes also emphasised quite how otherwise naked she was!

Wow and Cor Blimey!

The sort of thing you can find on the internet, but which remains a fantasy for virtually all of us.

Not surprisingly perhaps that half the women she walked by simply looked the other way. Some others looked bewildered, and a few looked disgusted. Surprisingly quite a few women seemed to grin at her, and even called out words of encouragement.

Very surprisingly, some of the men also avoided her or pretended not to have noticed. Not so surprisingly however, most of them didn't, Camera phones came out, and some of them just stopped in amazement and stared, A few turned round and followed, two or three of them trying to engage her in conversation. She was polite, smiled at them, giggled even when perhaps some of their comments were particularly flattering. gently pushing their hands away, with a smile if they got too cheeky.

As she got closer, it became clear that her pussy hair matched her blond poney tail and was neatly trimmed into a thin landing strip which hid absolutely nothing, not just her smile but her erect nipples making it clear that she was actually quite enjoying herself.

Her breasts were simply magnificent! No more than a B cup, but full and beautifully shaped, the perfect size for her slim body, and gently jiggling around saucily and enticingly with each step she took. I did wonder how much they might actually bounce if she speeded up a bit.

Each step she took as she approached me, when the first sign of nervousness showed on her gorgeous face.

"I'm sorry Mike," she whispered as she came to a stop, her bare flat tummy just inches from my face, which meant of course..... well never mind.

"So you've already told me," I answered quietly.

"But I've done what you asked me to," she pleaded, not knowing what to do with her hands now that she'd stopped walking and beginning to feel very embarrassed, and aware that the four guys on the next table were getting a close up of her nude body.. "Are you going to forgive me now."

"Forgive you, Annie," I muttered, shrugging my shoulders as I remembered what she'd done. Even though she'd admitted it straight away, it was still a lot to forgive a wife for. We'd only been married for just over a year.

"But you promised," she pleaded, ignoring the guys on the next table who had now got their phones out and were recording close ups of her boobs and pussy as well as staring at them. "You told me that if I walked naked down the high street in the middle of the day, then you'd forgive me."

"I tell you what, Annie," I relented, finishing my pint, and handing her the empty glass. "Go get me a fill up and I swear I'll forgive you."

She thought about it for a few moments, but decided that what she'd done, would be unforgivable to many husbands, and with a sigh, took my glass, turned, giving a new photo opportunity of her ultra cute bare bottom to our neighbours, and without another word disappeared through the door and into what she knew would be a busy bar at this time of day.

"What did she do?" Asked my newly found friends, and I told them, trying not to show how much her actions when I was away on business had crushed me.

"But at least she admitted it," one of them asked, while the other three shook their heads in sympathy.

But her punishment wasn't over.

"You bastard," she snarled at me, trying without a lot of success to sound angry, as she came back out having been gone for what seemed to have taken longer than it should have. "You didn't tell me your rugby pals were in there."

"Were they?" I answered innocently. "Accepting the new pint that she was holding.

"You know damn well they were," Annie giggled, "They told me you told them."

"Well I wasn't absolutely sure you would go through with it."

"Well I did," she stated. "Now I've not only been stared at and photographed, but groped as well."

"Groped?" I snapped. "I warned them not to."

"Well perhaps not actually groped," my errant wife backtracked. with a smile "Groping suggests some reluctance on my part, so perhaps that's not quite the right word to use.

At which point my four new friends pulled up a spare chair and suggested that Annie sat down at their table with them. So when it looked as if she was going to, I plonked my new untouched pint down on their table and suggested they share it between them. Then grabbed my wife's arm and dragged her away, which since the four of them were by then reaching out and trying to keep her wasn't that easy. I made it though, I guess the parts of her they were trying to get a hold of were not really the best parts to get a firm grip on.

In any case, I later found out that the pub landlord had declared the drink 'on the house', so not too much lost there.

"Where are we going?" She asked as we started walking back up the way shed come, my arm round her slim waist, hardly hiding her nudity from a new set of observers.

"Going back for your clothes," I told her what I thought was the obvious. "Where did you leave them?"

"At home," she grinned at me cheekily, knowing that home was a good mile away, along several busy roads.

"Right," I said, putting my best foot forward, and trying to ignore the looks we were getting and telling her to stop encouraging them, or at least to stop posing for photographs.

"Well, am I forgiven now?" My Annie asked after managing to get passed a group of leering guys hanging over the scaffold on a building site.

"Yes Annie, you are forgiven," I reluctantly agreed. "But if you scratch my car again then you'll be in real trouble.

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Truth is of course that it might backfire on me and it might be me in trouble.

What was meant as a punishment had clearly failed miserably.

Watching Annie as she grinned and giggled as seemingly endless groups of men changed direction or deviated to get a closer look, made it obvious that my hope of it being a deterrent was even more of a failure.

With a sigh, I realised that my only option might be to sell my fairly new car and buy an old banger!