Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. On a pleasant summer's day, a new breeze was born. Like all breezes, it meandered about without any real aim, just flowing where it fancied. Some breezes are benevolent, offering a bit of coolness when you need it. Others, like the breeze this story describes, are more mischievous. Some will blow away the dollar bill you drop. Some will scatter papers and garbage. This breeze however spotted his first potential prank in the form of a lovely young lady walking briskly down the sidewalk. On her own, this would have been fun. With this sidewalk peopled by several men taking glances of her lovely legs, it would be a lot of fun. The breeze flitted up to her and then blew upward as hard as it could, making her skirt flow up enough to bare her legs completely along with her silk panties. The breeze found the act itself immensely enticing, her blush and startled reaction were enjoyable along with the immediate appreciation from the men around. The breeze had discovered two things. One, it had a very juvenile and decidedly male temperament, and two, it had discovered purpose. Most breezes are expended quickly to be replaced by others, but this one had a job to do. In very little time, it spotted another young woman in a skirt out window shopping. As she stared through a shop window at some jewelry, males all around stared at her. The breeze flew low and at the perfect moment became a powerful updraft that raised the back of her skirt all the way up for a couple seconds, revealing the lady's expensive taste in lingerie to everyone around. Anyone with particularly sharp hearing and enough imagination might even have heard a windy chuckle. The next girl was walking near a construction site. The hardhats there left their work momentarily to eye her. Crafty glances became open gawking as her skirt flew upward revealing her panties for four full seconds as she fought to force it back down. Cheers and applause from the working men sped her on her way. Then the breeze understood that timing is everything. The next skirt he saw, he watched from above for a bit. Then he rushed below at the best of all possible moments, while she was bending over. Her skirt was blown up and over her back revealing, much to an oddly breathless breeze, a thong! Whistles from two men behind her made her blush madly as she stood and threw her skirt back down. Those buns were just too lovely to leave alone though, so the breeze tossed that skirt back up one more time to the delight of the onlookers. Such a lovely occupation! And so many available opportunities! There was another young woman, svelte and stunning. Beautiful legs, but the breeze wanted to see more than that. He got ready for a good gust and flipped up the front of her skirt expertly. Nothing underneath! He blew with a lot of force directly on the skirt effectively plastering it to her stomach leaving her beautiful beaver on display to everyone around. He lifted the back as well and her lower body had nothing to protect for the several seconds it took for her to force her skirt down in front. The breeze, with a bit of extra bravado, blasted the skirt up one last time, giving a last glimpse to all the hopeful eyes watching her. Amazing! A feat that perhaps no other breeze could have performed. He wasn't just loving his job. It was actually making him stronger. Putting on a gusting speed, he searched rapidly for his next target. He had something ambitious in mind. The next lady was very well dressed, very proper. Very well built. So the breeze followed her a bit as he gathered his strength and courage. This would be a masterpiece. For a few seconds, the woman felt the playful breeze wrapping softly around her legs. Then with a sudden burst, it blew upward and away, blowing her skirt completely off of her! Underneath was a very scanty thong that inspired immediate cheers and whistles. She screamed in panic, which was a mistake. That only attracted more unwanted attention. She ran for cover as the breeze admired his handiwork. The next poor girl got it even worse. The breeze fluttered to the buxom beauty, admiring her breasts with a soft tickling touch. He weaved himself as a soft, thin wind around the front of her blouse. Then, with a sudden strong gust, he managed to burst the buttons off. Her lacy bra was on display only for a moment before she pulled her top back together and tried, in vain, to fix it. While her hands were busy up above, the breeze tore her skirt off and carried it away, leaving her in lacy black panties that several people now knew matched her bra. This would allow the breeze to choose any girl he wanted! Until now he had avoided girls who weren't in skirts but with his newfound ability, he might be able to pants a girl! And there she was! A lovely young blonde woman in slacks. The breeze coiled around her waist and for a moment, the woman enjoyed the coolness. Then the breeze snapped the front of her pants open. They shot down her legs with a burst of air. Several hoots and hollers sounded, even a little applause while she quickly tried to pull them up. Before they were all the way on, the breeze burst open her shirt sending buttons flying. He then burst the pants back down a bit to keep her occupied. Could he do it? He had to know! He wrapped a little bit of wind around the front of her bra and Snap! It popped open exposing her breasts. She tried to run, difficult while keeping her pants up and her top together. The breeze hummed to himself delightedly as he looked for another woman. Another woman? How about two! Like a pair of attractive young women idling their day away by shopping. The breeze wasn't quite confident enough to try going after them both at once, but he could move quickly enough that it wouldn't matter. First came the girl in the blue jeans. Harder to burst off than anything else he had tried yet but he had mastered the ability to flow into clothing, making it possible. The woman slowed up slightly as she felt the air flowing down her lower body. Then her pants were undone and dropping. She dropped her bags but not before the breeze managed to blow her panties down as well! Bush and butt on display, the woman yelped as she struggled to pull her pants back up. Several people were staring and some were laughing, including her friend! That would only last a moment. The breeze quickly (and with some considerable effort) burst her panties downward at the same time he threw her skirt upward. He concentrated his wind on the front of the skirt making it hard for her to push it back down. When he was satisfied that the onlookers have had enough of a view he turned back to her friend. Her shirt was blown upwards with a great deal of force and there was no bra on underneath. Wonderful! Almost done, but he couldn't let the other girl off. While she had managed to get her panties back up under her skirt, the breeze had coiled around her top and she got the same treatment as her friend did. She had a bra on, but the breeze managed to snap it open revealing her breasts to the world. Happily, he wandered off but behind him he saw the panicked girls take off so fast that they almost abandoned their bags. Could it get better though? It could and the breeze knew it. Lifting skirts and shirts was fun but he had managed to carry away two skirts. He wanted to do that again. For his next victim, he discovered a good looking woman, perhaps in her early forties. She had on an expensive dress that the breeze took a good deal of time to explore by wrapping around and under it. She seemed disconcerted by the odd sensation but she kept on walking. Then the breeze funneled a burst of wind upward through that dress that carried it up, over, and off of her completely. The dress flew upward and away as the woman screamed and covered. For a moment she was too nervous to even decide what to do next. That's when the breeze blew her panties down and snapped the back of her bra. Gasping in surprise, she pulled her panties back up but then her bra burst off of her completely leaving her nearly naked right on the sidewalk! She rushed away looking for shelter, leaving a very self satisfied breeze behind her. And then there was a pair of young women wearing shorts and t-shirts that bared a lot of midriff. They were rather exposed already but not nearly enough to satisfy the Breeze. He went after the shorts first, just to make sure of his ability. The Breeze wrapped over and into their pants then he bursted outward in all directions, tearing the girls' shorts apart. Two scanty thongs left two lovely posteriors undressed and there wasn't much for the girls to do but try in vain to cover with their hands. Next it was their tops. The Breeze was happy to discover that there was nothing worn under them as he slid underneath. Then he burst outward again, stripping them topless. The girls shrieked and covered their breasts with their hands. The breeze followed them as they ran past several pleasantly startled men. Then he managed to gust downward, slipping their thongs down to their knees. Incapable of running like that, the girls had to stop to pull their underwear back up leaving everything exposed momentarily. Cheers, applause and laughter followed the girls and the Breeze hunted for another mark. The Breeze truly reveled in his feats of strength. How very rare for a minor wind to accomplish acts so strong and so focused. There's nothing like inspiration to bring out the best in anything. Inspiration like a stunning blonde. She was turning heads all around her and seemed oblivious to it. She wouldn't be oblivious for long. The Breeze wondered just how fast he could strip her. He swooped down and tickled under her dress. He went to work weaving his way around every article of clothing she had. After getting in position, he blew outward with enough force to tear away all her clothes all at once! Stripped naked in a heartbeat, she was screaming and covering and people were gawking all around. The Breeze was overjoyed at the sight and satisfied at revealing to everyone that she wasn't a true blonde. She didn't seem to have sense enough to run for cover, not immediately anyway. The Breeze wished that he could stay and watch but staying in one place is hard enough for a piece of wind, and he was exhausted from that effort. So he moved on in search of more clothing that would be better placed away from the wearers. It took a while for him to recover but not nearly as long as he would have thought. This made him bolder, wanting to do more. As fortune would have it, he was able to spot not one, not two, but three attractive women. Dressed casually, they seemed to be enjoying their day without any particular destination. It seemed almost heartless to ruin that for them, but the Breeze justified his actions by recognizing that he would be giving a gift to every man around. The Breeze wound himself around a long haired, well tanned brunette. He traced around her small t-shirt and sweatpants. Next was a very well endowed woman with dark hair. The Breeze enjoyed making his way under her shirt and bra along with the rest of her clothing. Their other friend was an athletic blonde in a loose top (easy to remove) and blue jeans (much harder, but the Breeze was confident). He even made certain to include her sunglasses. Blowing gently around them, he begun to move more and more quickly, giving the women a brief and pleasurable cool sensation, then all of their clothes burst away. Three of them, totally naked! All at once! Wonderful reactions of surprise and panic from them. The tanned one screamed and covered her breasts, then her bush, then her breasts, then her bush, moving back and forth not certain what needed covered more. The voluptuous one stood stock still, big, round boobs in her own firm grasp as she stared, shocked at everyone staring at her. The blonde was also screaming, very shrilly, but almost too panicked to cover. She did have the presence of mind to want to get to shelter, so she grabbed each of her friends by the hand and led them away as a group of admirers followed. What sport! The Breeze had enjoyed the sudden bursts, but this would only be an occasional act for him. He found it much more satisfying to strip women bit by bit. Ah! and this young woman walking out of the library would be perfect. She wore glasses and dressed demurely but there was no hiding that figure. The Breeze began by pressing a wind against her that made the curves of her body stand out under her dress. This alone attracted a few more than momentary glances, but it was just the beginning. He wrapped himself around the shoulders of that dress and the bra straps underneath and burst downward, carrying the top of her dress and her bra down, baring a pair of magnificent, pink nippled breasts. Stunned, the woman let out a shocked sound that wasn't quite a scream as the books she was carrying became a shield to protect her nudity from interested eyes. Yes, the quest for literacy certainly had it's rewards today! Anyone on the way out of or into the library had a real treat as her dress was torn away completely, leaving her in panties, stockings and the remnants of a useless bra. The Breeze knocked the books from her hands, baring her breasts again. In a bizarre moment of misplaced priorities, she rushed to pick up the books before covering. As she was crouched down, the Breeze managed to rip away her panties. She stood upright fast and then placed a book over her breasts and one over her bush and rushed back into the library in hopes of finding sanctuary. The Breeze decided that he wanted to find a woman that had no shelter to run to. So he wandered his way to the park and wisped around in search of worthy sport. Eventually he noticed a very athletic jogger. She was marvelous, toned everywhere, wearing a sexy little pink outfit. But she wouldn't be wearing it for long. He breezed around her, which was a more than welcome sensation to her. He weaved his wind around the threads of her clothing, especially the seams, then RRRIIIPPP!!! She was topless! She stopped running and stared at her own taut breasts for nearly a full second in disbelief. Then she covered up and stared around. No one else was jogging on the jogging path, they were all too busy staring at her. Then her shorts flew away suddenly, leaving her in very skimpy underwear. Now she screamed. She turned around looking for help or cover but there was nothing near. So she started to run again, hands over her breasts, as fast as she could. She was fast. She was not as fast as the wind. The Breeze had little trouble at all catching up to her and blowing her panties down her legs, revealing a completely shaved pussy. The jogger screamed again and had to let her tits be seen again as she tried to pull her panties up. Once she was running along again, the Breeze blasted her panties down a second time. Every onlooker gawked, confused but delighted, at this spectacle. Again she pulled them up and ran. Finally, the Breeze wrapped around the panties and burst them off of her completely. It was surprising how fast she could move using her arms to cover both her boobs and her pussy! The day was winding to a close and the Breeze felt the end of his time closing in. As strong as he had become, he would still dwindle away rapidly. So he set about looking for one final target. How about a police woman? A police woman who, at that very moment was writing out a parking ticket. That car's owner would be lucky that that ticket would never be finished but unlucky that he would not be there to see the show. The Breeze flowed through her uniform, making her pause as she wrote. Then he began to gust around her slightly. The sudden pick up of the wind tore the ticket from her hand, sending it flying away. Then her pants followed! In one burst, the Breeze tore them away. She screamed, but in vain as her panties followed. And there she was, a bottomless policewoman, the focus of several lusty leers. She covered as best as she could but only a moment passed before the breeze tore away the rest of her clothing as well. He managed, through some considerable skill, to keep her hat on along with her gunbelt so that everyone could enjoy some remnant of the uniform. She used her hat to cover her bush as she rushed into her car. The keys were in her pants! She had no way to escape! All she could do was radio ruefully for help. All around, men pointed and stared at the naked policewoman trapped in her car. The breeze had accomplished a final masterpiece and was satisfied. As he gusted out of town, he began to dwindle, but remarkably, did not vanish. With luck and a little will, he may even be able to return.