A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Bath/Window/Park/Playground/Top/Parley/Clothes/No/Talk/Randy/Help/Top
"Okay, wait a minute," started Devin, stopping his bike. "I gotta give you something before we go all the way back home."
"What's that?" asked Sally, cocking her head quizzically.
"Well... anything? But at least my shirt."
Sally scoffed and gave her brother an amused glance. "Why would I want your shi-..."
Her disdain for her brother's offer brought Sally to plant one hand on her hip and the other over the center of her chest. Finding nothing but her skin beneath either set of fingers, she looked down and was shocked to discover how incredibly indecent she was.
It all came flooding back in a flash. Running naked in the park. Peeing in front of those boys. Taking her clothes off in front of Randy. Delivering mail to strangers! Her long list of disgraceful deeds was only growing, and she was only adding to it, standing completely naked on a neighborhood sidewalk in broad daylight!
After freezing in place, needing to process her predicament, Sally dropped down into a deep squat, wrapping her arms around her legs to try to make herself as small as possible. She anxiously glanced left and right, paranoid about all the sets of eyes that might be peering out of their kitchens and living rooms at that very moment, and ashamed that she now knew one of them by name.
"Here. Put this on."
Devin handed his sister his shirt. It wasn't much, a plain white boy's tank top, but it was a lot more than Sally had. She silently thanked her sibling and frantically flung her arms about trying to get it over her head. She immediately lost her balance, rolling onto her back on the sidewalk, her legs going up into the air. She was forced to kick out her feet to help get up onto her bum so she could wrangle the top down her torso.
"You know you're a total weirdo, right?"
Sally scowled at her brother as she stood. After dusting off her butt she quickly stretched down the front of his shirt to try to cover her privates, paying little attention to how that also pulled up on the back of the shirt and resulted in Sally showing off more of her dimpled rear.
"I was going to thank you, y'know. I don't need you making fun of me."
Sally started to scurry off down the sidewalk, leaving her brother behind while showing off her behind to her brother. He had just tried to help her cover up, but that didn't mean he was above looking, smiling at her nervously clenched cheeks as she scuttled away in disgrace from the site of her recent package delivery.
"Seriously though, you've got issues, sis," teased Devin, riding up beside her. "You sorta, like, forget yourself sometimes."
Sally was immediately offended by her brother's accusation and shot him down immediately. But that didn't stop him. He kept picking at her, figuring she deserved the ribbing.
"I dunno, maybe it's retrograde amnesia? But since it's you, you might have retard amnesia."
"I do not!"
"Well I'm no doctor. Did you meet any on your mail route?"
"Devin!"
Sally stomped her foot down and balled her hands into fists straight down at her sides. She was already "forgetting" about how her new top didn't completely cover her, but in reality she was a bit of a free spirit and didn't pay much attention to the little things. It was an admirable quality really, and was why Devin liked teasing his sister, because she could take it and was good about it. But Sally had no qualms about pushing back against either, and this was suddenly one of those times.
Recognizing he'd gone a little too far, Devin acquiesced. Maybe now wasn't the best time to tease her. "Alright, I'm sorry. What else can I do?"
Sally thought a moment. She considered asking for his shorts, but she didn't want to make him ride around in his underwear. That didn't seem kind. Not that his shorts would fit her anyway. But riding around...
"Lemme ride your bike home."
"Yeah! You are gonna ride my bike," chuckled Devin. That was not the kind of help he was offering. He wasn't really "offering" to begin with. He wasn't expecting her to ask for anything else. He'd already helped her, so he was only trying to be nice by saying that. But his chuckle quickly dissipated when he saw the determined glare she was giving him. "Wait... really? You expect me to walk home?"
"Devinnnn!" Sally whined. "I don't wanna be out here anymore! I wanna go home! Lemme take it so I can go put some clothes on!"
Devin grumbled and groaned. Getting home wasn't a long bike ride but it was a good walk. But maybe he should take some real pity on her for once. Choking back his inclination to argue with his sister, as well as protect his precious bike, he stepped down onto the pavement.
"Alright. Go ahead. You can take it."
Sally was momentarily surprised. Part of her didn't think he would do that. But once she realized he wasn't joking, she pounced on her brother, giving him a big hug and throwing her legs around him. He grabbed her with one hand, trying to hold her and his bike at the same time, forced to grab his sister's soft ass cheek to help hold her up. He was just lucky to not grab the underside of her pussy, though neither of them knew how close his fingers were.
She briefly nattered into his ear about how good of a brother he was and how she'd make it up to him before dropping down excitedly. Devin was protective over his bike, so she knew she had to be careful with it. But could she even fit it?
Throwing her leg way up, she bounced her knee past the seat and saddled up on the cool bar that she suddenly found pressed up into the crack of her ass and against her crotch. Why was it so high? That bar was much lower on her bike. She was on the tips of her toes and could barely touch the ground while her pussy was being smushed against the hard metal frame. This bike was definitely too big for her.
"Can you even ride it?"
"It's perfect!" Sally confidently shot back.
She placed her foot on one of the pedals and slowly scooted forward, building enough momentum to get her other foot on as well. Devin jogged beside her expecting her to fall, but after a moment of wobbliness she was gaining speed and pulled away from him.
"Thanks! See you at home!" she said over her shoulder before nearly crashing into a parked car. Devin clenched his jaw watching her near miss. He was so worried she was going to destroy his bike that he hardly even appreciated her cute bum pushing left and right as she pedaled away from him, peeking out from under her borrowed shirt.
When Sally got to the end of the block she nearly crashed again, this time into a moving car. The car stopped in the intersection just in time and Sally lowered her head and stared down at her front tire as she weaved away, refusing to let herself look at the occupants for fear that she might recognize them, or that they might recognize her. But looking down made her recognize something else.
Sally found it very hard to steer and stay balanced while trying to pedal ahead of this bike's seat. It would rudely poke at her butt whenever she tried to pedal harder. Ideally she'd be sitting on it, but she was worried she might not be able to reach the pedals from up there. What changed her mind was looking down and being able to spot the front edge of her slit just under the hem of her shirt. Knowing that anyone she passed like this would be able to see her privates and instantly tell that she was riding around town completely bottomless made her want to sit down so badly.
After building some more momentum, Sally shifted herself backwards, sliding her butt up onto the bicycle seat. The pointy skinny front of the seat slipped between and split her bum cheeks, which was a weird and unwanted sensation. So she reached further back, pushing until her bum at least partially rested where the seat began to flair out to either side, which felt slightly more comfortable. This also ensured her pussy was making full contact with the skinny part of the seat, which should mean her privates were less likely to be seen.
What Sally didn't consider was that this new angle wasn't especially favorable for her modesty either. Sally had to stretch her arms and lean far forward in order to still reach the handlebars now that she was atop the high seat, and her raised shoulders lifted the hem of her top showing off more of her backside. The shirt that fit her big brother quite snuggly was much looser on her petite frame, so in addition to her butt being pushed out far behind her, past the edge of her top, the front of the tank top now hung in front of her torso giving a mostly open view of her chest through the neck and arms of the white shirt.
Oblivious to these changes, Sally focused on pedaling. She was once again dealing with a tippy-toe situation and struggled to keep her foot in contact through the bottom of each pedal's rotation. With a little trial and error, Sally discovered that she could wiggle her hips from side to side to keep better contact, a move which helped her keep her speed up.
One thing that Sally failed to consider was gears. She was so worried about people seeing her that she didn't consider what might get her home more quickly, like a faster gear. So, although Sally was pedaling quite quickly, she wasn't moving all that fast by comparison.
But there was something else Sally was putting thought into; her route. She wanted to avoid busy streets after nearly hitting two cars. She knew the way home (more or less) but tried to consider ways of getting there that - although might take more time - could result in fewer people seeing her.
Although she was trying her best to be clever, Sally's brain still wasn't moving nearly as quickly as her legs, or her bum, which rapidly rolled from side to side as she worked her body around the seat, but she did manage to distract herself from something for quite a while.
She was doing a great job staying with her pedals, Sally working her hips into a fast rhythm, driving down on the left and down on the right, reaching each leg downward over and over, her bum pressing forcefully against the seat . But there was something else pressing against the seat as well.
Sally could feel herself getting hot. It wasn't a sweaty heat so much as an anxious heat, a heat that was rapidly building inside her. Naturally she blamed all the work she had to do to ride her brother's oversized bike. And she was correct, to a point. It did require more work from her than riding her own, but in a low gear it didn't take a lot of effort either. She wasn't getting tired per se. But rolling her pelvis from side to side, driving herself downward against the firm seat, hurriedly wiggling her sex against the padding that was obstinately splitting her underside... she had good reasons for feeling hot.
After a minute of vigorous pedaling, Sally's face felt flush. She put the pedals parallel to each other and used them to briefly stand, lifting herself into the air to let herself rest. The rush of air that suddenly hit her warm pussy as she coasted forced her to shiver, making her feel extra dirty for willingly showing off her privates like that.
This convinced her to keep her bum fully seated for the rest of the ride. She wasn't even sure why she felt the need to stand, other than the seat being unkind to her in some way. But in another way it was being too kind to her, particularly forward in fact, the seat digging between Sally's vulva as she steadily wiggled herself against it.
Not wanting to tire herself out after getting so hot, Sally tried to find a new pace, one that made her feel better. She started slowly, working her way up, clenching each butt cheek as she drove each foot down, rocking her hips with intention, trying to be more forceful and deliberate with her approach. But the slower methodical pace soon became aggravating. Thinking about clenching her exposed bum, her hips nearly humping the seat with each over exaggerated push of her legs, only made her want to go faster.
Moving her legs more quickly definitely felt better. It was easy and steady; reliable even. She let out a big exhale as soon as her pace quickened, finding something more familiar to her first stretch. She felt that heat rising again but she didn't back off this time. She didn't need to stop. She didn't want to stop. It felt good. Besides, exercise was good for you, right?
Sally was frightened to hear two short honks behind her. She nearly collapsed right then, and certainly could have out of sheer embarrassment. Sally pulled out of the middle of the road, unaware of how much she had been weaving from side to side, and let the motorist pass. The old lady gave a stern disapproving glare when she pulled alongside, one that made Sally's face even redder than it already was, but she drove past without too much fuss.
Sally veered off course as soon as that lady was gone. She wasn't too far from home now, but she wasn't being as careful as she had intended. That had to be the bike's fault.
As soon as she was out of the street and in the narrow lane of a back alley, Sally processed her plight. Someone else had just seen her! They definitely knew she was half-naked too. They had to have noticed that much. Maybe Sally was lucky and the old lady was half-blind. Sally balked at the thought of what her butt must look like from behind, swinging back and forth while she struggled to reach the pedals.
The more Sally relived her latest humiliating experience, the faster she moved her feet. But the faster she pedaled, the more she wanted to think about what had happened to her. She wasn't trying to, but as she fed the heat inside her, as she ceaselessly rubbed her bald little slit into her seat, she found that she couldn't help it.
Sally pedaled harder as she thought about how she showed herself off on Edward Heyat's doorstep. She pressed her clit downward as she recalled shamefully taking her clothes off in front of Randy. Then she huffed and grunted, trying to push herself to ride even faster, remembering when she pulled her hands away from her pussy, closed her eyes, and let all those boys watch her pee in the middle of the playground.
Abruptly forced to turn at speed after a T in the alley crept up on her, Sally was suddenly riding on a very rough road surface, in such disrepair to be practically unpaved, rocks and pits causing the entire bike beneath her to vibrate.
Sally, having already worked herself up into a fever, yelped as the seat beneath her became alive. She continued to pedal and wiggle as fast as she could, but now the bike was wiggling back. Leaned forward, her clit pressed against the skinniest peak of the seat, Sally began to shudder nearly as hard as her tires.
Though she was nearing the end of the alley, Sally was already flying past the cresting edge of her excitement. Her zooming feet fell off the pedals as her pleasure found its peak. Her legs went stiff, her feet pointed forwards, and her body huddled over which drove all of her weight down onto her clit as the gravelly road caused her seat to shake uncontrollably.
Our bottomless bicyclist, the unintentional exhibitionist, coasted down the alley riding out her most intense ever orgasm, if not her first. It was quite the thrilling ride, like an out of control rollercoaster, no clue when it might stop. She never once thought of hitting the brake though, allowing the bike to do as it pleased to her, Sally squeaking out whimpery reverberating moans as she slowly lost speed.
Sally rolled out of the alley, coming to a stop in the middle of the adjoining street. She nearly fell off the bike when she did, barely getting a shaky foot down to catch the bike when it tipped over.
It took her a few seconds to find her bearings. She looked back down that alley, stunned, still huffing and catching her breath. Despite everything she'd been through today, that orgasm might be the hardest thing for her to accept. She wasn't sure she even had the words to properly explain it. So, for now, she was going to keep that bewildering curiosity a secret from everybody. She wouldn't mention it to a single soul. It was just between her... and her brother's now slickened bicycle seat.
Sally pedaled her brother's bike one more block, dumped the calamitous climactic contraption on the front lawn, and stumbled through the door of her house.
"Sally? Is that you?"
"...uh-huh!"
"Your father was looking for you."
"Uh-huh..."
Sally breathlessly pulled herself upstairs. All she wanted to do was lay down for a while. But as she lurched down the hallway and turned into her room, already pulling the hem of her brother's shirt over her head, she noticed that her window was still open.
"I should close that," she thought to herself, right before her inverted top took her sight away.
Now, Sally is clumsy at the best of times, and although it was quite reasonable for her to blame everything that happened earlier on a misplaced wiffle ball, she was perfectly capable of tripping herself up without one.
In an impressive repeat performance of a one-in-a-million morning, a tired, off-balance, blinded Sally, stumbled on the carpet over her own feet and sent herself hurtling out the window with her arms over her head. The flailing girl bounced off of her trampoline for the second time that day, her shirt flying off in the process, and then careened off to the side, landing with a thump and an "oof!" onto the ground of her backyard, in the same spot she'd found herself in earlier that morning.
"Sally?" Ryan called out, poking his head out of the shed. "What is this, a game now?"
Sally groaned from her back. Flopping her head to the right she spotted her brother's tank top a few feet away. Flopping to the left... she saw the evil wiffle ball, right where she left it, taunting her. "Are you alright? Mr. Gorden said he saw you run off before. I figured you snuck in the front after I came out the back, but..."
Sally didn't reply. She just laid there, dizzily staring up at the clouds, her heart still racing and skin still tingling.
"Sally, you're out here bare-ass naked," noted her father, bearing witness to his daughter's impeccable young figure. "You know you can't just lay on the grass like that, right?"
Shamelessly starfished naked in her backyard, Sally flopped her head to the right again toward her brother's shirt before chewing on her lip apprehensively. She could easily grab the top to help cover herself. She should do that. She could even just cover up with her hands. And yet...
"Um... can't I? Just for a minute?"
Shaking his head, Ryan picked his little girl up off the lawn, putting her on her feet. Then he snatched the shirt and plopped it against her crotch, forcing her to hold it there.
"You can't be jumping out of your window like Evel Knievel's naked daughter. Even if it makes you more aerodynamic!"
Ryan playfully swatted his daughter's tight behind as she shuffled away, making her both blush and smirk. Her locked elbows bent inwards to cover more of her body while she nervously held the balled shirt down in front of her pussy. It had to be the least modest way for her to cover up with any piece of clothing, a notion that tickled her in a naughty kind of way as she made her way back inside, finally happy to be home.