The Girl in the Mirror (Part 2) (Englisch) - Sexgeschichten

The Girl in the Mirror (Part 2) (Englisch)

... she was about to do.

The Unintentional Nudist VII: The Girl in the Mirror, Part 9

The car with the heat on full blast was like an oven. Tami didn't mind at all. She carefully gripped the steering wheel and worked the bare steel of the worn-out pedals with her bare feet as she drove the empty streets into town and to St. Mary's Roman Catholic Church. The parking lot was almost full. She was late, as planned. She parked facing the church on the edge of the parking lot and kept the motor running, hunched down behind the steeing wheel, even though there was no need to hide, everyone already being in the church.

The front of the church was decked out in style. Pine branches and a wreath, and a big lit cross on the door. Holly leaves. Tinsel. A creche on the little piece of grass in front. This was a drab church in a drab town, but tonight it really looked special.

Tami looked down at the dashboard gauges. Once this old car got warm it really didn't run too bad. She was interested in cars, and her dad had showed her how to change the oil and the spark plugs on this old thing. Tonight it almost didn't start, but the ride was smooth because of the warmup time. You've got to take time to warm up these old cars before driving off.

Tami pictured herself for a moment working on this car naked, crawling out from under it, with oil and grease smears on her bare skin. She smiled at the ridiculous image. I suppose my days as a junior mechanic are over, at least until ...

... graduation. Then again, maybe when I get my summer job and wear clothes . . . no, I won't be able to make enough money to get a car, at least not then.

The sound of "Oh Come All Ye Faithful" got Tami's mind focused again. Sung in tune and loudly for once, unlike those bland songs during ordinary Sundays. It was good to sing something familiar, it was part of the good feeling of this night. And look . . . now it's beginning to snow! How right on Christmas Eve. Tami had her sentimental side. She was really just your typical teenage girl.

She started shaking as she realized it was do-or-die time. Time to walk naked into the middle of Midnight Mass. Noyes's spy must surely be in there by now. She turned off the motor. The Christmas carol rang out, loud and distinct, bouncing off the silence of the surrounding buildings, mostly stores that were shuttered this time of night.

With the motor off the car would get cold soon. Tami figured she would walk in and then get thrown out. Then it would be over and she could drive back home. But first she would have to make her way well into the church to make sure Noyes's spy saw her. She would have to walk proudly and upright, not covering any part of herself. Oh God . . . oh God . . .

Tami found herself muttering this as she zippered the car keys into her ankle pouch, threw the pouch under the driver's seat (nobody would steal a car here) and gently opened the car door and stepped with bare feet onto the freezing pavement which was now ...