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 The Breeze had traveled for miles and miles in his softened form of a mere
gust of wind.  He had, as he had expected, become strong enough to hold
himself together, but he hadn't recovered any of his power.  That wouldn't
happen without inspiration.

   Inspiration was easy to find.  The Breeze, following his magical
instinct now that his time had come again, discovered a lovely young woman
in a fairly short skirt.  She was slender but with very nice legs that
caught the eyes of men all around though she seemed oblivious to that. 
Probably because she was the kind of girl that might not think herself
attractive.  The Breeze decided to help her with that.  Even in his current
weak form, blowing up a skirt was a simple thing and a pair of simple, but
very revealing pink panties were revealed to the world.  The girl forced
her skirt back down and looked around, surprised and a bit angry to see
that several males were blatantly staring at her.  She flipped them off,
then her skirt flipped up again.  "Awp!" She started running away before it
could happen again leaving behind several satisfied chuckles, one of them
the nearly silent laughter of the Breeze.

   The Breeze was surprised how much power that little gesture gave him. 
He wasn't at full capacity yet.  He wouldn't even be able to rip any
clothing yet, but still, he wouldn't have to wait nearly as long to be
doing his best.

   The next girl he found was a nice, pert little blonde in a dress just
past her knees.  It was too long in the Breeze's opinion, so he decided to
give the world a better view of those legs.  He wisped down and around her
feet, waiting a moment, then upward he gusted continuously, blowing her
skirt up, baring her wonderful legs.  A little bit harder, now that she had
the attention of several onlookers, and the skirt rose up further
displaying her panties.  Someone whistled and several others pointed and
gawked as the girl pushed down the front of her skirt.  From behind it was
quite a show.  Her underwear wasn't exactly substantial so it gave a nice
view of her cute little rear end.  The Breeze tried to force them down but
wasn't quite powerful enough yet.  This would have to do.  The girl ran
down the street avoiding the stares as the Breeze looked for another girl
to test his ability on.

   The next lovely lady that the Breeze spied was, unfortunately, not skirt
clad.  She had a pair of sexy blue jeans, that were eye catching but would
be impervious to the power the Breeze had accumulated so far.  Her top
though, it was a nice, button down blouse, bright yellow, attracting the
eyes of people from a distance.  The rest of her kept that attention
easily. Her chest, even in a loose fitting blouse was obviously very well
developed.  The Breeze decided that he wanted to see more of it.  After the
skirts he had lifted would he be able to pop those buttons?  He felt up to
it, so he gave it a try.  He carefully and patiently weaved himself around
her top and even the brassiere under it.  It took a very strong effort on
his part, but determination had always been one of his strong suits.  The
blouse filled with air like a balloon momentarily, making the lovely woman
stop in confusion.  A lot of people seeing it were curious enough to keep
looking to see what was happening.  Then, just as he had planned, pop, pop,
pop!  The buttons flew away and the blouse was open wide.  Even her bra
tore and opened, giving a great view of her nice big jugs with their broad
nipples.  A moment of speechlessness was followed by a sudden shout as the
woman threw her hands over her own breasts.  Then she tugged her top back
together and held it in place with one hand.  She wasn't certain what to do
right off.  She felt insulted by everyone who had seen.  Should she stay
and tell them off?  Or should she just run out of sight?  The Breeze
simplified this decision for her.  Her one handed grip on her shirt would
have been enough under any normal conditions, but not with the Breeze
determined to get a second look at her tits.  He snapped apart her top
again and her twin wonders were everyone's eye candy a second time.  This
time she shrieked, covered and ran as a crowd of laughter sounded behind
her.

   Yes, he was enjoying his pastime as much as always and his strength was
rapidly accelerating.  For a new trick, he found a very nice looking woman
in a long skirt.  She was knockout blonde in her mid thirties.  Well
dressed and bespectacled.  The Breeze rolled himself up into a ball of air
that spun in place.  Faster and faster, he turned and then he moved up
behind her.  With a slow arc of movement, still spinning, he caught the hem
of her skirt and rolled it up as he moved towards her waist.  In a quarter
second or less, the skirt was rolled up tight all the way to her waist,
revealing her pantied butt.

   "Wow!" "Look at that!" "Awesome!" A few whistles accompanied the
critiques and compliments.  She was trying frantically to get her skirt
loose, but it had been wrapped around itself so tight that it took a bit of
doing.  No matter which way she turned, she was giving a panty shot to
someone.  She wasn't close to anything she could hide behind, so she just
hurried the process of unravelling her skirt.

   The Breeze let her work at it for a few moments, then in a glorious
gust, he blew her panties down to her ankles.  Her head shot up and her
eyes got wide.  Then she screamed as the men behind her gasped and pointed
and stared and chuckled at the sight of her magnificently curved and now
bared derriere.  She wasn't sure what to do.  Should she pull her panties
up or keep working at her skirt?  She thought that her skirt was almost
loose, so she kept at it.  That was the wrong choice.  It took her nearly
ten seconds, that's ten seconds of bare ass in public, before her skirt
dropped down.  She was about to reach for her lowered undergarment, but
this was just the moment that the Breeze was waiting for before making his
next move.  Balled up and spinning again, he went for the front of her
skirt this time.  Zzzziiipppp!!!!  And her pussy was bared!  It was a
great, thick classical triangle of blonde bush, just a shade or two darker
than her hair.  The lovely woman drew in a long, deep, shocked inhalation
that she then let out as a piercing shriek.  She started desperately
working at rolling her skirt down again as she started to run away from all
the gawkers.  With her panties still around her ankles though, she nearly
tripped and fell.  She could only shuffle on as men kept pace, staring at
her exposure.  After a moment or two she held one hand over her bush as the
other tried to get her skirt free.  It was another few seconds of this
before reason kicked in and she stooped to get her panties back up.  Then
she was running and unrolling as fast as she could.

   The Breeze flew along looking for more sport, the path of his flight
forming curves that resembled the curves of the women he longed to see more
of.  And he would!  He was already strong enough.  It was time to strip
some clothing off!

   He found a wonderful example of a sexy female in a long dress.  She was
a slim, gorgeous girl with long dark hair.  The dress she had on didn't
hide much of her figure really except for her legs.  It was long, past
mid-calf.  The Breeze was already enamored of her and he was determined to
get a good look at what he knew had to be a great pair of legs.  And why
not get a good look at everything else too?  He swept up under her and
started breezing her dress up.  It was so sudden that it stopped her in her
tracks.  It was a Marilyn Monroe moment, great legs that had moments before
been hidden, now exposed to several gratified males.  She pushed it down,
but only enough to cover the front of her panties.  The Breeze kept it up
and the girl actually seemed on the verge of laughter at this unexpected
occurrence.  That changed in a moment.  The Breeze turned up the gust a bit
while weaving his way around her underwear.  Then her panties were carried
down her legs, revealing her nice, pert little bum.  All the onlookers who
were smiling moments before were now cheering.  The Breeze let the dress
drop and he felt warmed by her furious blush.  She reached down for the
panties and right as she bent over perfectly, her skirt was blown up and
over her back giving another great view of her ass.  She shot up, one hand
still clutching her fallen underwear as the other swept her dress down in
back.  All traces of humor were gone now.  From her anyway.  Some of the
men around were laughing now.  She struggled to get her panties back up,
but the fun wasn't over.  The Breeze knocked the top of her dress down to
show everyone her beautiful little tits.  Nice mound shaped buds with
perfectly positioned nipples that stood up tall under the coolness the
Breeze had supplied.  She screamed and pulled her dress up as she started
to trot away.  She didn't make it far before the Breeze was blowing her
dress up again, this time with enough force that it swept up around her
head, keeping her from seeing so that she had to stop running.  She
wrestled with her clothes as the Breeze tore her panties away.  Now she was
bottomless in public!  Her sweet little patch of dark bush on display, but
she was too busy fighting her dress to cover.  That struggle ended as the
Breeze carried her dress up and off of her!  She gawked around, amazed at
what had happened.  Then she came to her senses.  She was stark naked on a
public sidewalk!  "I'm Naked!  What happened!  I'm Naked!" She ran along
trying to find cover, putting on a great show for everyone she passed.

   Blowing that dress up over his last victim had inspired the Breeze to
try another new trick.  He set out to find another dress of similar length.
As always, fortune favored him.  She was a sexy twenty something with
blonde hair in a red dress.  The red dress naturally attracted attention.
Her beauty and amazing figure kept that attention.  The Breeze knew he had
something good here.  He started at the hem of her dress, swirling around,
lifting it just slightly.  As he did this, he made his way up it, weaving
himself throughout the garment.  When he was ready, he burst upward but was
careful not to remove the dress or tear it.  People were startled by the
seemingly unnatural display, the blonde most of all!  The dress flew
upwards and didn't stop until it was reversed all the way up above her
breasts.  And they were wonderful breasts, a set of bouncy mediums with
rather large, puffy, pink nipples.  The only thing she had on under that
dress was a thong, so onlookers got a view of her nice ass with a curve
that perfectly matched those tits.  The dress may not have come off, but it
wasn't coming back down.  The Breeze had it high enough that she couldn't
force it back down, not after he cycloned himself around the hem, tying it
in an impossible knot.  She was bared and bound in her own dress, pulled up
over her head.  The way it was tied, she couldn't even get her arms low
enough to cover herself.  She screamed muffled cries for help.  It took
several minutes, but eventually a few people helped get her free.  Once she
was out, she realized, looking around, just how many people saw her
nakedness.  Her panic was replaced by a darling blush as she walked away
quickly.

   The Breeze couldn't have been happier.  His unerring instincts delivered
him an unbelievably sexy blonde on a pair of roller skates.  She was slim
and trim with the kind of adorable face that seems to always have a bit of
a smirk.  The Breeze tagged along behind her, trying to decide what to do
first.  She had on a white top tied in a knot in front that let everyone
see her slim waist.  That would be very easy to undo.  On the other hand,
her cutoff denim shorts were showing off the curve of a great ass.  Shorts
it was.  The Breeze caught up to her and flew carefully into the waist of
her pants.  She slowed a bit with a smile.  It did feel good.  The Breeze
was delighted to discover that she had nothing on underneath.  With a well
timed burst of one direction after another, he popped her jean shorts open
and down before she knew what was happening.  Her eyes opened wide and it
turned out that her perpetual smirk could be dispelled by embarrassment. 
Men on every side of her stared openly at her incredible lower body.

   Feeling out of control with her shorts around her legs, she rolled in a
tight circle, allowing everyone who had seen her perfect ass to get a look
at her beaver and everyone who had seen that lovely dark tuft of fur to see
her poetic rear curves.  With a small sound of indescribable desperation,
she threw one hand over her bush as the other tugged her shorts back in
place.  The Breeze let her cover and skate away for a bit before striking
again.  It was her shorts a second time.  Bush and butt were bared for
another group of gawkers as she struggled to keep her balance and get her
shorts up.  She rolled away quickly once she was covered.  The Breeze let
her skate untouched for about ten minutes, but he followed.  Then, once
there was a real crowd to appreciate his endeavor, he slid into the girl's
top.  With the speed of a well practiced master, the Breeze popped it open,
exposing a pair of lovely little titties and making the skater squawk in
panic.  Her top was blown down her arms and cycloned around her forearms,
binding them from covering her.  Next of course was her shorts.  The Breeze
popped them open again and dropped them down, just above her knees.  Behind
her men stared at her wonderful butt.  Ahead, men laughed and cheered at
the sight of the roller girl trying hard just to stay on her feet with her
bush showing and her little boobies jiggling.  The Breeze did his part to
keep her up.  In doing that, he also provided well timed gusts that caused
her to rotate and everyone on every side got to see everything.  Once he
let her go, she struggled to roll away, slowly with her legs bound by her
shorts.

   His next lovely victim was a very sexy dark haired lady in her late
thirties.  She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and white button down
shirt, a shirt that the Breeze quickly formed a plan for.  The lady, along
with several other people soon to get a great show, was walking around a
circular path that was lined with a short fence.  Every few feet along that
fence was a lamp post that hung over the pathway.  It was tall enough that
most people couldn't reach it, but short enough that with a couple feet of
cloth...  The Breeze flew into her top and laced his way throughout it,
especially the buttons on the front.  Waiting for just the right position,
the Breeze burst the front of that top and had it almost all the way off of
her.  It was torn away from her body every where except for one sleeve that
the Breeze twisted so thoroughly that one of her wrists was trapped in it.
Then, in the brief moment of confusion that kept her in place, the Breeze
whipped that shirt over an overhead lamp and wrapped it around and around,
effectively tying it in place.  The woman was stunned at all this, but only
until she realized that she was, however impossibly, trapped.  She regained
her composure a moment, then gasped as she realized just how many people
were staring at her bra.  That sight alone was worth the effort the Breeze
had put into this.  It was already extremely evident that her breasts were
fairly ample and extraordinarily well shaped.  The bra of course didn't
last.  The Breeze tore it away with one burst, exposing the woman's
beautiful boobs to anyone nearby.  She screamed and threw one arm over her
tits as she struggled to get her other arm free.  It was hard for her to
get both nipples covered with one arm.  One of them peeked out from over
the crook of her arm.  "Help!  Get me out of this!" She wasn't fortunate to
have any sympathetic females or gallant males to come to her rescue.  What
she had was a small gathering of wide eyed and smiling appreciators.  She
stared around, realizing that she was stuck topless and she screamed again.
The Breeze floated into her jeans and with his remarkable control, undid
them and started sliding them down.  He didn't want them to drop too fast.
It was too much fun watching her struggle to keep them up.  Her one free
arm was now clutching the waistband of her absconding pants, leaving her
boobs free and uncovered.  Hoots and hollers accompanied her struggle.  The
Breeze applied just enough force to let her maintain a hold on her pants
without keeping them up for several minutes.  Then, finally, her jeans went
past her knees revealing her expensive taste in panties.  Tied up as she
was, she couldn't bend far enough to reach them.  "NO!  Stop looking!  Stop
looking at me!" She was covering her breasts as well as she could again,
but only for a few moments before the Breeze started a second tug of war,
this time with her panties.  Again she maintained a grip at the cost of
covering her upper body for a minute or so, then with a sudden gust, her
dark triangle of bush was part of the show.  Her scream this time was more
shrill than it had been so far.  She threw her hand over her beaver and
stared around at all the onlookers.  Their comments had her completely
embarrassed.  "What a body!" "Nice tits!" "Great nipples!" With so much
attention on her boobs, she lifted her hand and covered there instead,
putting her bush in sight again.  Of course the crowd shifted attention
there and after a few moments her hand went back down.  Then up again, then
down.  She couldn't make up her mind what to cover as the crowd seemed to
be thrilled by whatever she left unprotected.  Finally she managed to pull
her arm free from her entangled shirt.  She pulled her underwear up fast
and then wriggled into her jeans as quickly as she could, the sight, while
heralding the end to this spectacular display was still appealing.  Once
her pants were back up, she threw her hands across her breasts and ran. 
The Breeze continued to flow along seemingly at random, trusting his
instincts to provide him with opportunities to practice his craft.  He was
eventually drawn to a particular spot, slowing up intuitively.  At first he
didn't understand what he was to do here.  Perhaps he should have paid more
attention to where he was going.  There were no attractive women in sight
and the apparent aim of his current wandering was a short and pudgy, almost
tourist looking fellow, far from the Breeze's interests to say the least.
Then the Breeze noticed something inspiring.  He determined to follow this
man for a bit hoping to help him get the most out of his day.  It was a
fairly hot day out and the little guy was using one of those small hand
held electric fans to keep himself cool.  The Breeze saw the potential for
a great prank there.  As he gusted up and around the little guy, the Breeze
kept himself from any kind of contact that would betray his presence to
anyone.  He kept this up until their paths crossed that of a statuesque
brunette.  The Breeze waited until the right moment.  Carelessly, the
little guy would sometimes allow his fan to point in random directions and
sure enough, it pointed at the lovely lady for a moment.  The Breeze was
there with a speed and dexterity that made it seem as though he were
flowing from that little fan.  Suddenly, the woman's dress blew tight
against her spectacular body.  In what was about an eighth of a second, the
little guy holding it stared drop jawed.  It certainly got the attention of
other men around as well.  Of course, he kept the fan pointed at her to
continue this display, but his look of shock turned to a broad grin when
her dress tore away!  "AAAaaAH!" She stood there in bra and panties,
stunned as she tried to work out what had happened.  The little guy with
the fan stared at her another moment, then he stared at his little fan. 
Then back at her.  He smiled with a bit of trepidation, then pointed his
fan again, aiming it at the lady's bra.  The Breeze was eager to help out.
He flew behind the fan, then burst forward, this time carrying away the
woman's bra, exposing her incredible breasts for everyone.  She shrieked
again and then slapped the little guy before using both arms to cover and
run.  As she trotted away she was belting curses over her shoulder.  The
smile on the little guy's face made it clear that it was well worth it. 
The Breeze decided to follow him and help out a little bit more.

   A lovely young lady was spotted shortly after that wearing jean shorts
and a pink top with white buttons.  She was a slim and pretty woman with
dark hair and sunglasses.  She caught the Breeze's attention right away
along with the Breeze's accomplice.  Naturally as possible, the pudgy
little fellow walked up along side her and turned the fan on her.  The
Breeze followed through, flowing around the little fan and ripping at the
woman's top.  The buttons all popped off as it burst open.  Before she
could grab hold, her shirt and the bra underneath were away in the wind. 
No one got a good look because she covered so fast but seeing her topless
was a treat, especially with that open mouthed look of shock on her face.
She stared at the impossibly strong little fan and was horror struck to see
it turn toward her shorts.  The Breeze had to loop back around quickly to
provide the illusion this time, but he was up to it.  The shorts popped
open and blew down her legs.  Her knees came together as she looked down at
her own exposed panties.  She started to shuffle away as fast as she could,
which was not fast with her shorts around her legs.  Several men offered
cheers of approval to the fan wielding prankster who followed closely and
got his fan right behind her at butt level.  The Breeze happily followed
through and the poor girl was blown bottomless!  The fan man smiled at her
adorable ass and a few gents in front of her were treated to a nice view of
dark bush.  As fast as she could, she pulled her shorts back up, allowing
more than a glance at her pretty little tits, and she started running away
as fast as she could.  Applause was offered both to her and her assailant.
A loud voice wanted to know, "How much did you pay for that thing?"

   The man with the fan set out at a brisk pace now, hunting for more
beauty to expose.  He found another good looking woman looking over a
railing on a raised walkway.  Whatever it was that had her attention kept
her from noticing the pudgy fan wielder as he crept up behind her.  She had
this wholesome sort of flawless beauty to her, somewhat short blonde hair,
flowered dress, white high heeled shoes and some really, really great
calves.  Once he was behind her, the fan prankster got down low and put the
fan below her dress.  Whooosh!!  It was blown upward to show the really,
really great thighs that went with those calves and the pretty white, lace
edged panties that covered a really, really great butt.  The woman spun
around and looked shocked at the sight of the little fan that could lift
her dress.  She held down the front of it, giving a classic, Marilyn Monroe
pose.  That lasted only a moment.  Her dress lifted higher and she was
unable to hold it down.  It swept up, inverting itself in a way that kept
her from seeing or pushing it down.  Blinded by her own flowing clothes,
she couldn't resist the Breeze's power, directed by that little fan.  With
her dress like this, everyone around, including a couple with fast cameras,
got a great view of her body all the way up.  Her bra matched her panties
and it was evident that underneath it was a pair of really, really great
tits.  The man with the fan gave a look of wonder that the dress was still
on her.  The Breeze though, was doing this intentionally, knowing that she
couldn't really escape if she couldn't see.  Instead of tearing away the
dress, he tugged at her undergarments and ripped them away first, baring
the woman full frontal.  Now there were gasps, cheers, laughs and loud
commentary on the spectacular sight of her incredible breasts and thick
dark bush.  The embarrassment was too much for her and she started to try
to walk away.  Turned this way, everyone got a nice look at her classically
curved ass.  The little fan was able to keep up with her, holding that
dress up so that her body stayed bare for everyone's enjoyment.  Not
wanting her to take a spill, the Breeze ended her sightlessness by lifting
her dress off of her completely.  This sudden shock made her stay put a
moment and look around.  It was bad enough just hearing the people around.
Now she could see just how many people were staring at her nakedness.  She
put her hands over her breasts and screamed.  Then she ran off, stark
naked.

   The fan fiend's next victim was a very tall woman with long dark hair
and a very, very fit looking body with some really nice, not big, but well
pronounced tits that were highlighted by her light blue tank top.  That
tank top didn't stand a chance once the little fan was pointed at it.  The
pudgy little serial stripper smiled broadly when his fan went into action.
The Breeze burst around it and pressed the woman's top to her body
alluringly for a moment, then it tore away.  Her taut breasts were visible
only a moment before she threw her hands over them wide eyed.  "HEY!"
Cheers and whistles sounded at the sight of this tall, topless beauty.  As
it turned out though, he had picked the wrong gal this time.  She was not
only tall, she was muscular enough to knock him on his ass when she slugged
him.  The little fellow toppled over and dropped his fan.  She stomped on
it and it shattered.  Ah well, it was fun while it lasted.  The Breeze
looped around himself, enjoying the embarrassment of this aggressive woman.
Now that her anger was satisfied, she stared around at everyone staring at
her.  "aaAAH!  Don't Look you perverts!" She was clearly about to run, but
the Breeze decided not to let that happen.  Fan or no, this sexy amazon was
too good to leave alone.  He flew into her jeans and then burst down,
turning her pants inside out without them even coming undone.  This hobbled
her lower legs so much that she could barely even shuffle forward without
falling.  Everyone hooted and hollered and gaped at her wonderful, panty
clad lower body with those amazing, muscular legs and that toned ass.  The
fan man himself was wonderstruck that she was being stripped even without
his little weapon.  She shuffled along slowly, yelling insults and curses
at all the men who refused to look away.  Then, the Breeze slipped her
panties down.  Beautiful ass!  Great, great, great, short trimmed, jet
black bush!  One of her hands shot down to cover her beaver for a moment
before she determined to pull her panties back up, revealing tits and bush
to everyone again.  Of course the Breeze pushed her panties back down after
a few steps and she had to reveal herself again.  And again.  And again. 
The fifth time her panties dropped, she just let them be and trudged along
with one arm over her breasts and a hand over her bush, applause, cheers,
compliments and whistles all around.

   Having lost his new entertainment, the Breeze went about finding another
diversion.  What he would discover would be a challenge.  At first, he
thought about hunting, as he often did, for another lovely girl in need of
public stripping.  A second thought occurred to him though.  He had allowed
himself to float freely and move on pure instinct when he had discovered
the fan prank.  What might he discover now if he were to allow fate alone
to direct his travels?  So he let himself unwind and relax in the fashion
of an ordinary bit of air, flowing wherever his self determining current
would take him.  He was directed to a fairly tall office building where he
began to drift up and around, spiraling the building.  At first he thought
that his instincts had finally steered him wrong.  Then he spotted her. 
Through a window he saw the most alluring lady executive he would ever
likely see.  She was working furiously and barking at her secretary when
the Breeze stopped to watch outside her window.  She was in her late
thirties or maybe just barely forty.  She had a sultry, confident look that
was enhanced by the rush she was in.  Her suit was expensive, well tailored
and did very little to hide the remarkable figure under it.  The Breeze had
to have fun with her.  But she was inside!  The Breeze had traveled inside
for a prank once before but that had been a building that he knew he could
escape from quickly if his survival had been threatened by the close
quarters.  A wind needed space to move in to remain a wind.  On the other
hand, he was a unique wind, powered by magical lusts that had sustained him
well beyond the life of any normal breeze.  Maybe he could survive inside.
He was of two minds.  He didn't want to take the risk, but then again, if
he really could travel inside freely then it would open up a whole new
world of possibilities.  In the end there was only one decision he could
really make.  Focusing again on the lovely, dark haired lady within, he had
to try it.  If he denied his lusts, then his magic would surely be
diminished.

   Finding a way into the building was easy.  No structure has ever been
built that could keep him out.  The expensive climate control on this one
made entrance a snap.  He was careful to remain in motion, circling around
and above any obstacles as he flew through the building.  Getting past his
first anxieties, he was delighted to find that he was in no real danger. 
He could not only survive indoors, he could do so indefinitely!  All he had
to do was to keep in motion most of the time, but with his skills,
maintaining a very tight circular gust was easy.

   He made his way through the place, keeping up to the ceiling to avoid
any contact until he found the amazing lady suit.  When he got to her
office though, she was gone.  Her secretary (unfortunately not attractive)
was outside, but the businesswoman herself was nowhere to be seen.  He
determined to find her, but he learned all he needed to hear just by
listening to the secretary on the phone.

   "No, Miss James isn't in.  She's in a meeting right now.  That's right
the presentation on the Walker affiliates deal.  Yes, I'll let her know you
called.  Thank you."

   Perfect!  He would not only get the chance to strip this lovely lady, he
would be able to do so right in the middle of a business meeting!  The
search for her took a bit of time, but he found her in a closed conference
room along with several of her colleagues.  All of them but her were male
and they were about to be blessed with the greatest business presentation
of all time.  Miss James was at the head of the table.  It was apparently
her own presentation as she was standing there, charts just behind her,
delivering a droning address involving numbers and names that would mean
nothing to anyone not in the know.

   The Breeze of course had no patience for any of that.  It was time for
what was certain to be his greatest prank of the day.  His last, if feeling
served correctly, so he was determined to make it inspiring.  For starters,
he wanted to see under her skirt.  She had on dark stockings over her
exceptional legs but you couldn't see above her knees at all.  The Breeze
moved under her and swirled around her, building up the force for his
performance.  Then, right in the middle of a sentence, as she pointed to a
chart behind her, her skirt flew upward, completely inverted, revealing her
beautiful legs in their stockings, the garter belt holding them up, and the
sexy, dark lacy panties framed by that garter belt.  He let go momentarily,
just as soon as he knew that a good look rather than a brief glimpse had
been given.  Miss James stared wide eyed through her thin framed glasses at
everyone around the table.  None of them had the appropriate poker face. 
Some were simply stunned.  Some smiled a bit too much and two snickered
loudly enough to have to cover their mouths.  Miss James blushed almost
audibly once the situation set in.  "I-I'm sorry gentlemen.  I don't know
what happened."

   "It's no problem Miss James," a white haired and somewhat stoic
gentlemen told her, "continue."

   Miss James took a second or two to get herself straightened out, then
she went on.  The Breeze enjoyed that as an appetizer, but it was time to
get serious.  He weaved his way through the top of her suit, around each
button and seam.  He invaded every weak point of the brassiere underneath.
Miss James could feel the odd coolness moving through her clothing, but she
disregarded it in favor of continuing her address.  At the perfect moment,
right when everyone seemed to have at least momentarily forgotten the
lifted skirt, the Breeze struck again.  Everything she was wearing above
the waist burst open all at once and slid down her arms.  Her sexy, big
nippled, bouncing breasts were the subject of so many blatant stares that
Miss James didn't react to immediately other than to stare back.  Her
clothes were bound around her arms by the Breeze to prevent any covering.
For a moment the room was held in a state of wonder and on Miss James's
part, panic.  Then she let out a loud shrill shriek that would have made an
opera singer proud.  Her tits were on display to many important men who
would never take her seriously again.  And what was more, she was helpless
to cover!  She took a deep breath once that first panic scream stopped. 
Then she let out another.  A half second after this splitting scream
started, the Breeze continued his work.  Her skirt was torn away instantly
and, though the further exposure was exciting, all eyes were still on those
magnificent tits.  Miss James's tits bounced wonderfully as she tried to
escape her own clothes.  She slipped back behind the stand holding up her
charts.  She was just tall enough to see over it.  From below her eyes, her
body was concealed now all the way down to her navel.  Below that, her
sexy, stockings and panties were now the object of everyone's attention.

   "Uhm, um, um, if someone could perhaps open the door for me?," With her
arms tied up behind her, she had no way of even getting out of the room. 
Of course, no one moved immediately.  It seemed that a few of the gentlemen
were ready to respond to her shakingly voiced request, but the Breeze
wasn't ready for her to leave just yet.  He knocked over her flimsy
sanctuary, exposing her again and a split second after, all of her lower
lingerie was peeled down just above her knees.  Everyone gaped at her
gorgeous bush.  It was the type that was composed of almost straight hairs
rather than short and curly.  In accordance with the rest of her
appearance, it seemed orderly, almost combed.  Smiles and dropped jaws
filled the room.  One of the older gents had his hand on his chest as
though experiencing heart problems.  Miss James didn't react as fast this
time as she needed so much concentration to keep from fainting.  Once her
sense of self returned, her sense of embarrassment did too and she let
loose yet another deafening scream.

   Her screams had gotten attention from outside the room and the door was
opened by a rather cautious looking office drone who peeked in to make sure
everything was okay.  Of course he spotted the gorgeous, naked and
notoriously icy executive right away.  "What the hell is going on in
here?!"

   Miss James took the opportunity to retreat from the meeting as fast as
possible.  With her knees together, that wasn't near as fast as she would
have liked.  Again, her beautiful bosom jiggled poetically as she moved. 
From behind, the curve of her thighs and butt was a great final treat even
if it was partially covered by her bound hands.

   She pushed her way past her unwitting savior roughly.  "Out of my way,
dickhead!" She shuffled past quickly, out into the hallway.  As she hustled
her bound nakedness to her office she was spotted again and again by people
who were shocked, amused, confused or titillated.  By the time she made it
to her secretary's desk, she was blushing a deeper red than she ever had
before in her life.

   "Miss James?  What happened?"

   "Get in here and close the door." A handful of men who had followed to
get a better look could hear the muffled shout from inside her office,
"Untie me!"

   The Breeze had also followed her, and he considered his mission a
roaring success.  As he made his way back down the hall he could see a lot
of men laughing and discussing what they had just witnessed.  High fives
and hurried cell phone calls to spread the word were everywhere.  As he
spun at the ceiling, the Breeze could feel his power wane, so he rushed to
get back to the outside.  As he floated away from the excited office
building he hummed to himself with satisfaction.  This day was over, but
what would the future hold?  He set out for another day of stripping in
another place.