Miss Adventure 1
written by:
jwdoney

This is a work of fiction and is not intended to depict, describe, or humiliate any person, and is meant to be sexy and humorous. It is unlikely any of the events described following could ever occur aside from a porn movie, so please read and enjoy. My regular readers will recognize gently recycled scenarios from my posted stories, I hope I have done myself justice as with "Jenny" I hope to add some spice and humor.

Any people, places, products or events described or mentioned is done so without permission or endorsement.

My name is Jennifer but everyone calls me Jen or Jenny and I am 22 with long, light blonde hair. I am 5'9" and have a fit and athletic figure and my body is toned and tan. I have long smooth legs, a firm ass and all natural 34D breasts. I have always been clumsy, and for some reason recently I tend to get myself into sexy and embarrassing situations. Lately I have lost my clothes, gotten everything from food, paint and ink all over my body, and can't seem to make it a whole day without something going wrong. On top of all of that, I am beyond frustrated because I haven't been on a date in weeks nor have I had a boyfriend in months. I'm not really sure where the beginning is, but the first incident I can remember was when I was with my college class in the park across from campus. I was so happy that it was a nice day and to get to spend it in the park just made it better. Our professor suggested we come to the park versus the classroom and I was glad that he did. The fresh air was great and the slight breeze teased my light skirt as we all walked along the path and he discussed the various plants.

My long blonde hair was pulled back with a hairband, I had on a cute. light blue sleeveless miniskirt dress that came to mid thigh. Another breeze lifted my skirt and I stumbled on my heel trying to keep it from blowing up and next thing i knew i had fallen into a bush. I heard a tearing noise and I knelt and realized my dress had torn on the right side and showed my leg, waist and side as well as my white bikini style panties. I stood shakily while trying to clutch my torn dress together and someone said "Oops" and bumped into me and sent me sprawling. I crashed through the bush with a ripping sound and lay there trying to catch my breath. The class continued past without me as I struggled to get up and realized i was caught on something. My dress was shredded, and below the waist it just hung on me in scraps, and the top half was torn completely to right below my chest. I blushed and started to worry because i could see that my panties were snagged on the bush and my ankles were tangled tightly in them as i hung there helpless.

I shifted trying to get my balance and the bikini string snapped and i fell face down again and lost my breath. My hairband fell away and i had lost a heel and I looked and my torn panties were hanging from the bush. I got to my knees and swayed and then there was another rip and what was left of the front of my dress tore open and exposed my straining bra. I gasped as I was almost completely naked , my hair was everywhere and I was breathless and dizzy. I crawled out of the bush half naked and my torn dress snagged and i fell forward yet again and what was left slipped off my arms as i sprawled in the dirt and leaves. Frustrated, dirty and embarrassed, I rolled slowly onto my back trying to catch my breath and my bra burst open.

I sat up as my bra slipped down my arms and I looked down at myself in shame, blushing. I sat there in the grass and dirt naked and someone shouted "Holy crap" and I panicked and stood shakily trying to cover myself. My bra was ruined and I dropped it and tried to hide behind a tree but someone said "Oh my gosh" and I ran naked to the park entrance hoping to get back to the college and find something to wear. Horns honked, someone whistled and people shouted as I ran naked across the street and through the parking lot with my arm across my bare breasts and my other hand in front of my pussy.

I got into the locker room and hid behind a row of lockers and sat there trying to calm down. My nerves were frayed, I was a mess, and oddly I was very excited from the exposure. I heard voices and froze, had I entered the men's locker room by mistake? I slipped back to the last row of lockers before the showers and held my breath as several guys came in and started talking, laughing, and getting undressed. I looked all around terrified but none of the lockers was opened or unlocked and there wasn't a towel anywhere. Three of the men started my way and i had no choice but to duck into the showers and hide in the last stall, hoping they used the closer ones. I heard four, maybe five voices talking and laughing and my body fought my mind as I prayed they wouldn't find me but hoped they did. I heard water turn on and sighed when after a minute or so they were still talking but noone had come to the stall I was hiding in. My body was primed and I felt like I could climax without being touched and my skin tingled, especially my achy, erect nipples. I bit my lip softly trying to focus as I really wanted to rub my clit until I came, and then a blonde guy stepped into the stall and gasped.

He was 6' and muscled and fit, not bad looking with short blonde hair and a 7 or 8 inch cock just bobbing lazily as he glanced back at his buddies and realized noone knew I was there but him. He slid the curtain and smiled like a cat that had cornered a canary and I whispered "Hi" since I didn't really know what else to say. He didn't ask, he just stepped up to me and kissed me and he tried to ram his tongue down my throat while his cock poked my stomach. I took hold of him to adjust his cock but he got the wrong idea and pressed me against the shower tile and stuck himself inside me without a second thought. I gasped but he was kissing me and I was falling off the cliff of control as he stroked inside me. I think we kissed the whole time he fucked me, but I was in a haze to be honest, plus i can recall him mauling my breasts a couple of times, but I lost all control and buried my face into his neck as I came in a body wracking climax that felt incredible and he kept pounding into me while I held him gasping and panting. He had incredible stamina and I was winding up for a second orgasm when he started breathing deeply and I felt him tense and begged him to pull out.

The jock slipped out of my pussy and stroked furiously and then exploded all over me, splattering my neck and chest and all over my stomach and legs by the time he let go of himself and said "Thanks". He left as I slumped to the floor of the stall covered in his cum and I heard the shower start in the next stall. I sat there pent up and frustrated from being so close to a second orgasm and embarrassed to have been fucked by a stranger, and waited until it sounded like they all left. I never got his name and wasn't sure I had even seen him before on campus, and I quickly showered, stole a towel, then looted shorts and a t-shirt out of lockers. I slipped out of the locker room and managed to make it almost to my dorm in my stolen clothes and bare feet when someone shouted "Jenny, Hey Jen". I turned and gasped, wanting to hide as my advisor hurried over holding a tablet and a cup of coffee. She looked crisp and perfect as always in her smart skirt suit with her hair pulled back and just the right amount of makeup. Meanwhile I stood there in a baggy stolen t-shirt, shorts that were loose, dirty feet, and my hair a mess. Miss Clayton asked me where I was going, I was late for my Life Art class and I thought crap and asked her what time it was. She told me 2:09 and said she would walk over there with me and asked where my shoes were.

I suggested a quick stop at my dorm room for a change of clothes and shoes, and i was thinking about a real shower, underwear, a bra, and definitely brushing my hair. Instead Miss Clayton said she would walk me to the class and have someone get me some shoes, and she chuckled and reminded me I wouldn't need clothes as the model anyways. I sighed and when we got to the hall the instructor, Mrs. Green looked relieved to see me and after a stare at my rumpled, drying hair, she told the class to get ready and thanked Miss Clayton. I went over to the stool where once a week I model for the Life Art Class as part of my workfare towards my tuition. I also work in the library, but that's not important right now. I fumbled with my hair and sighed as I pulled the t-shirt off and slipped the shorts down and as usual all the guys were happy to see me naked as I sat on the stool. Mrs. Green came over and brushed some of my hair behind my ear, reminded me to relax, then gently posed me facing the class. She had me sitting straight up, arms to the site and it made my ample chest practically heave outward. As if my large breasts didn't get me enough attention, my nipples were rock hard and poked out proudly. Mrs. Green whispered that I needed to relax as she moved my legs together and then walked away.

I was warm and tingly and struggling to concentrate as I was very aroused and horny and naked... Oh, did I mention I was naked? I rubbed my nose and pulled my hair back and Mrs. Green admonished me to sit still as the class was drawing away while taking turns glancing and staring at my nude body. I was warm and achy and very excited and it felt like my entire body was humming or vibrating and I realized the jock fucking me and then just leaving me there had left me wired. I tried to focus, to control myself, and somehow I knew with all the attention and staring and exposure I might very likely climax sitting there naked without being touched. Mrs. Green came over after a bit and asked if I was ok and I panted that I was fine and she smiled. She touched my thigh and her fingers were warm on my bare skin as I tried to think, to focus. Mrs. Green moved closer to me and whispered "Jenny are you okay?" and I felt a hot flash and just kissed her.

I put my hands on her neck and pulled her to me and kissed her like there was no tomorrow and she squirmed and mumbled but her tongue explored my mouth. She finally broke from me and gasped and even in my daze I could see the entire class staring at us... at me. I gasped that I was sorry and she was blushing as she mouthed it was ok and she brushed a hair from her face and backed away slowly. She let out a sigh and as if ignoring the entire class full of students moved close again and whispered, asking me if I would be ok to finish. I swallowed and whispered that I was real close and her eyes widened and she coughed and again stepped back slowly. Mrs' Green stared at me for a moment, then her eyes slowly surveyed my naked body, oausing the longest to stare at my moist, pink lips between my now parted legs.

Mrs. Green kept her back to the class and swallowed while staring at me and she closed her eyes and then opened them after a moment and dismissed the class, promising a makeup on Thursday. I sat there on the stool ready to burst into flames until the door closed behind the last student and then Mrs. Green helped me over to a small sofa in the corner of the room. I think she went and locked the door and pulled the blind, but I may have imagined it as she gathered my shorts and shirt and asked where were my underthings. I mumbled and she sat next to me and touched my hair and asked how i had gotten in this state and it felt like my blood was boiling and water was rushing and I tingled everywhere. I leaned back and she asked how close I was and I gasped breathlessly that a touch would... and she stroked a finger against my wet, fiery lips and caused me to grind against her hand. She slipped a finger inside me as I gasped and thrashed on the sofa and she was wriggling that finger inside me as I came intensely. She eased her finger out of me and said she thought I needed that, and then suggested that I take a minute as she went over to her desk and sat down doing something.

It continued like that for several days where the littlest thing would excite me, arouse me, invigorate me, and many times I ended up naked, exposed, embarrassed or humiliated and I didn't know why. There was noone I could talk to about it and my advisor and the school counselor warned me that I had to stop my ‘antics' on campus or I could get suspended. I tried to explain that I didn't want any of this to happen but they insisted i needed to be modest and proper, not teasing and slutty.

Great, just what I needed.

A couple of days later i was paying for my coffee between classes when the jock from the shower walked by holding hands with a hot redhead. He saw me and said something to her and she tensed and let go of his hand and turned and knocked the coffee cup out of my hand. Someone behind me shouted "Hey. What the fuck?" as the redhead grabbed my blouse and dragged me out of the store. She was taller than me, about 5'11" and shapely, curvy, not fat, just not skinny, and she was huge, possibly a 36D chest. She let go of my blouse and I stumbled back and landed on my butt in the grass and she called me a bitch and asked who I thought I was. I don't know why I said it, I don't even know why I thought it, but I smiled at Red and said that aside from her boyfriend fucking me the other day i didn't know her at all. Red flared and slapped me so hard my eyes watered and I stumbled backwards trying to clear my vision. She called me a bitch again as she dragged me to my feet tearing my blouse in the process and she shoved me. I tripped or fell and sprawled on my ass again and when i tried to stand she pushed me back on my ass for a third time.

Most people walked on or ignored us, but there were a few people standing and watching, and of course everyone had their phones out taking pictures and video. I tried to stand a second time and she pushed me down so I yanked her blouse and pulled her down as well with a horrible ripping sound. The redhead screamed as she rolled away from me and her blouse was torn completely open exposing a silky purple bra straining to contain her massive chest. Red screamed and yanked at my skirt and of all the luck she pulled it down and off me on the first try and flung it as she glared at me. I said "Hell No" as I finally stood to face her and slapped the taste out of her mouth and she screamed. She yanked my blouse violently open and it spun me so that i landed face first on the grass and I was dizzy and out of breath. I eased up to my hands and knees trying to catch my breath and she stood beside me and grabbed a handful of hair and hissed "You Die Bitch". The pain was blinding and I swung wildly at her and it felt like I knocked her down as my head hit the ground and jarred my teeth. I struggled to roll onto my back and through the red haze saw I was holding at least half of her shorts and she was on her back nursing her elbow. We were both stripped to our lingerie and pissed and I stood shakily to square off against her and she was furious. At that point some of the faculty broke it up and we ended up in the security office, both given college logo shorts and t-shirts to wear and left with a glaring officer watching us both.

Every time either of us tried to speak to the other we were silenced and then a Captain or something brought us into his office and made us watch several different videos and clips of the fight. The redhead's name was Beth and she said she attacked me because I seduced her boyfriend in the men's shower and it pissed her off. How was I supposed to talk my way out of that? I said I didn't know what she was talking about and the man sighed and asked if I were sure that was my answer. I swallowed and nodded and he cued up footage of me naked on campus that day skulking into the men's locker room, then going towards the shower, all the guys entering, then me sneaking out afterwards. I gasped and said I could explain, but I really couldn't and the man said he wasn't going to suggest suspension because the school didn't need the publicity. Instead he dismissed us separately and asked us to meet with our advisors Monday.

I was quietly suspended and told I could return to finish my degree in the fall, or transfer, and so I moved back home and found a job in a well known fast food place. My luck had it that the first day they had no uniforms in my size so they gave me what they hoped would fit, ordered some, and sent me home to wash the one they gave me. The shorts were loose and at least a size too big and I couldn't wear a belt because of the bulky radio kit belt i would have to wear to communicate with drive thru. The shirt was a size too small and sheer white and you could see my bra in detail, front and back. I thought about not showing up but my mother insisted after my problems at college that I make a fresh start and drove me there and dropped me off. The shirt was so tight and clung to me that the manager was shaking when he handed me my nametag and suggested that I be the one to put it on. Every eye was on me, and when the lines backed up he suggested it might be better if i tried drive thru. I had to pull my shorts up after every four or five steps, even with the bulky drive through radio belt thing on. Or maybe because of it.

Things only got worse as someone was trying to fill a dispenser with water and splashed me which soaked my entire sheer t-shirt exposing me further and making it heavy on me. My nipples were so erect and hard they pressed against my bra and the wet shirt so that everyone could see them. The last straw happened when I was carrying a tray with four drinks to the window and as if in slow motion I could feel the shorts slipping down my body. I was distracted and bumped the counter and caught part of the radio and there was a loud shredding sound and I was spun and thrown to the floor. All four sodas burst and splashed me as I lay on the floor in front of everyone without my torn shorts. My thin white bikini panties were wet and askew and partially down my thighs as I lay there soaked, filthy and half naked trying to collect my wits as everyone stared and took pictures of me. The manager was gasping and asked if I was alright and he was helping me stand when I slipped and he caught my shirt and tore the front of it right off me. I saw stars as I bonked my head on the floor and my bra burst open as I lay there naked, dizzy and with a pounding headache. The manager was apologizing and trying to get me up and for whatever reason he was tugging my panties trying to pull them up and with a snap, the bikini style waist gave and he was holding them.

I was humiliated and I sat in the office with a borrowed coat over me until my mom showed up with a dress and some underwear and took me home crying. I was crying, not her, she was pissed. The next day my dad hugged me and said my mom would calm down and to just use the car to look for work. I spent most of the morning and part of the afternoon putting in applications, but all I got was asked out by a guy at the music store. That evening I went with some friends to a party but it was odd how most everyone there seemed nervous around me and they always seemed to look at their phones and then at me as if comparing something. I had a couple of drinks and was sitting talking to my friend Julie when She suggested we go outback where we could talk privately. We were sitting by someone's pool, I wasn't even sure whose house this was, and Julie showed me some pictures of me and I gasped. Someone had a whole website with pictures of me naked, half naked, in lingerie, a tight dress, a bikini, even pictures of the disaster at work today. There had to be 70 or 80 pictures of me and there was commentary wondering what I would do next, what kind of trouble I would end up in.

I was shaking and confused and angry and... and somewhat aroused... and I asked Julie what was going on, whose website was it? Julie clicked and scrolled and followed a link and she gasped and blushed and turned her phone so I couldn't see it. I pulled at her wrists and when she let me see I froze in panic to see myself in somewhat of a superheroic pose half naked and wrestling with Beth, the redhead from college. I gasped and stared and I couldn't believe it...

An entire website dedicated to my fails and exposure...

And it was called ‘Miss Adventure'...

............................ to be continued...

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