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 The Breeze flowed over fields and down dirt roads, feeling his strength
return.  He started twirling in anticipation of the beginning of his next
adventure as his mystical instincts drove him onward.  He was a long
distance from any real city, but not entirely removed from civilization. 
Flying high he could spot a small town and several farms and country homes
around.  The closer he came to that rustic little town, the stronger he
felt and he knew that this was his next playground.

   His first victim he saw walking alongside a dirt road a little ways
outside of town.  She was the perfect example of a sexy country girl. 
Brown hair, somewhat dark under a worn cowboy hat.  Cut off jean shorts and
a small top that tied in front.  Very revealing.  The kind of picture that
you would expect to see in a poster but never in reality.  It was this rare
sight that had drawn the Breeze here in the first place.  Of course he knew
there would be others as well.  For a moment the Breeze thought his gesture
would be wasted.  No one else was near.  He needed witnesses to give his
pranks meaning.  Then he spotted the jeep with a few happy country youths.
When they got near her, the driver shouted, "Need a ride Jenny?" With an
expectant smile, she stepped toward the waiting chariot but it was at that
moment that the Breeze swept on her and untied the front of that top.  In
that instant, her firm round boobs burst into view changing every happy
face to an expression of shock.  For Jenny herself, that shock remained as
she clutched her top back over her breasts and turned around.  The two
young men started smiling wider than before.  The girl that was in the jeep
was also grinning at the entertainment of seeing Jenny embarrassed like
that.  After a couple moments of struggling with her top, Jenny turned back
around, blushing deeply.  She didn't say anything and she felt grateful
that no one else did either.  Then the Breeze burst her top back open
again. It had been tied much tighter than before, but he still found it
easy to bare those wonder tits again.  The Breeze, and the two happy
fellows staring, noted that her lovely tan didn't end at all.  Her tits
were tan all over.  She stepped back, boobs in her hands and almost asked
them to leave her there.  Before she could get that out, the Breeze
determined to find out if she tanned topless or nude.  As he had been in
other recent adventures, he started out so strong that removing clothing,
even tight denim shorts, was entirely possible, if not exactly easy.  With
a woosh, her shorts dropped to her knees.  Her plain panties didn't reveal
much, but were still a wonderful sight.  Jenny stared down, unable to get
her shorts since she was still covering her boobs with her hands.  Her
knees came together awkwardly.  Wide eyes were staring as her one arm
carefully covered both breasts.  Her other hand started bringing her top
back together as she waddled in place, trying to get turned around.  Before
she could make it far at all, the Breeze snapped her panties completely off
of her.  She did have a tan line!  A nice bikini line within which was a
nice brown bush.  It was shaped to fit in that bikini but was otherwise
very thick and full.  She screamed and spun.  Her back to her friends now,
they were staring at that wonderful firm butt with the bright white tan
line surrounded by her otherwise sun kissed skin.  It wasn't a thong that
she wore when she tanned, but it certainly couldn't cover very much.  Jenny
reached down to get her shorts back up giving a great bend over shot.  Once
she had them up and her top together, she seemed completely uncertain what
to do.  She (and the frantically pleased males) waited for the next
impossible baring, but it didn't happen.  The Breeze wanted more from her
but he circled above, waiting for a more public setting.  Besides that, he
wanted to see the other girl, quite cute and well built in a slender sort
of way, disembark from the jeep.

   Down the dirt road, the Breeze followed them until they were in the
limits of the town.  Before they got where they were going, the jeep parked
at the side of the main street and everyone got out.  The Breeze decided
that he loved this other girl as well.  She had a pretty, light skinned
blonde look.  Almost angelic in her blue dress which was much, much more
modest than the revealing outfit Jenny had on.  Speaking of that outfit, it
drew the derisive sneer from an old woman walking by who clearly
disapproved.  She was the only one who didn't appreciate it though.  The
two young men liked it well enough to steal looks and so did a couple other
men around.  Time to act then.  The Breeze had popped that top twice and he
knew it would be easy to do it again.  He waited until everyone was
looking, then, pop!  Her tits were back out in public view!  She didn't
make any sound, though her jaw dropped as her hands fumbled to cover
herself and gather her top.  Her blonde friend was laughing out loud now,
so the Breeze decided it was her turn.  He swept up under that dress and
blew hard.  Sexy legs and light blue panties showed while she fought to
press her clothes back down.  The dress kept breezing though.  It flew and
ripped until it was off her, leaving her in bra and panties, shrieking at
her predicament.  The dress found it's way into the hands of the jeep's
driver.  Jenny chided her while trying to tie the top back up, "Not so
funny now is it?" Then the top popped back open again.  The little blonde
ignored that though having her own problem.  "Give me my dress!"

   He was happy to hand it to her as he looked her over.  Once it was in
her hands though, the Breeze attacked her underwear.  Her panties gusted
down (Pretty little ass!!!) and her bra popped.  She had the dress clutched
over her front before any of that was revealed though.

   Jenny seemed to realize that this was getting worse, but before she
could run, the Breeze forced her shorts down her legs.  Her gorgeous ass
and brown bush were now public entertainment as the men around (men she
knew!) stared openly.  Her top was torn away an instant later.  The Breeze
returned to the other girl and snatched away the dress and the broken bra
under it.  Bare boobies and light blonde beaver were exposed!  The girls
were both screaming as they piled back into the jeep demanding to be taken
away.  For a moment, it seemed uncertain whether or not that would happen,
then the jeep driver realized that he had two naked girls in there, so he
got in fast and took off.

   The Breeze looped around happily.  What a beginning!  He swept through
the small town and found a sexy lady at the post office.  She had a large
box in her hands that prevented anyone from enjoying what had to be a
rather full set of boobies.  Everything else was wonderful.  She was blonde
and a somewhat big woman.  Not unattractively though.  She just had very
ample curves to her body.  Before she could get inside, the Breeze swept up
to her legs, nice legs even if they were thick, and he curled around them,
preparing to burst upward.  She had on a loose skirt and this would be a
great sight for the guy walking out of the post office.  Just as he was
about to say hello, the Breeze shot upward and the lady's panty clad lower
body met his surprised eyes.  Wide hipped and very rounded, she was about
to fight the lifted skirt but the Breeze let it drop.  Whatever was in that
box, she didn't want to damage it.  She still held on to it.  The Breeze
wondered if he could get her to.  She breathed in hard and was about to
actually laugh good naturedly, but suddenly an impossible wind shot her
panties down her legs, around her knees.  The man in front of her stared
down at that in shock, then his eyes wandered up, hoping for another
updraft.  He got his wish of course!  There was a nice, full, light brown
bush!  She screamed and suddenly crouched.  In that position, she set her
box down and held her skirt down.  The Breeze left her alone a second time,
so she stood back up, carefully taking her panties back up as she did so.
She looked around nervously.  Was there anyone else who had seen her?  Yes.
She slumped a bit when she saw the two pairs of happy male eyes behind her
that had taken in the sight of her nice, big, bare ass.  With an almost
genuine sound to his voice, the gentleman in front of her said, "I'm so
sorry that happened.  Let me get the door for you." It was the least he
could do after the entertainment she had given him.  In a hurry to get
inside, she picked up her package and was about to dart forward, but she
was half a moment too late.  She squawked in disbelieving embarrassment as
her dress flew again.  For a fraction of a moment her panties were
displayed as she stalled in confusion.  Then, amazingly, her skirt and her
panties both tore away from her body in that wind, leaving her bottomless!
"Oh my god!" She lowered the parcel to cover her front side.  Behind her
she could hear happy commentary on her posterior.  She spun to shout an
insult at them, not realizing until she did so that she was putting her ass
on display to someone closer.  She still had the package in her hands
though!  The Breeze, despite the entertainment, would feel defeated if he
couldn't embarrass her enough to drop it.  With speed and determination, he
swept into her top.  She could feel it, but not in time to save herself. 
Just as her skirt and panties had done, her top and bra tore away.  Her
tits were a real pair of nice, wide set, big nippled jugs.  Public jugs
now. She screamed louder than she had before and raised the box to cover
her breasts.  This of course let her beaver be bared again, bringing
laughter to the two men watching her.  She spun again to see the other man
had been staring at her butt but was now treated to the furry front side
again.  She lowered the box to cover her beaver, too panicked to realize
the folly of that.  The wide eyed stare that met her big tits brought her
to her senses.  She shrieked again as the full embarrassment of her public
stripping hit her.  The box hit the ground and her arms flew to cover
herself, one across her tits, the other over her muff.  The Breeze rejoiced
at her victory as he (and three other happy viewers) watched her trot to
her back to her car.  After that, the Breeze drifted along happily and
lazily until he felt the pull of another fateful moment.  This place had to
have an abnormally high percentage of attractive females and they were out
and about on this beautiful day.  A plethora of country beauties to be
targeted for the ultimate nature sport.  Before long, the Breeze found
himself flowing toward a slender lovely with very light, very long brown
hair.  She seemed to be a in a very happy mood.  That wouldn't last.  The
Breeze swept up under her feet and into her dress.  It billowed out
momentarily before flowing up, not in his exaggerated fashion, but still
more than enough to let a handful of men see her perfect calves and quite a
bit of sexy thigh as well.  She was a little taken aback.  She blushed ever
so slightly, but she wasn't concerned by it.  The Breeze had done this only
to get the attention of the males around.  Not more than ten feet from that
first little updraft was a flagpole.  Once the unfortunate lady was near
enough to it, the Breeze pulled a delightfully juvenile prank.  Her dress
was swept again, but this time the corner of it wrapped tightly around the
rope on that flagpole.  The next moment took two separate and difficult
movements that the Breeze was very proud of.  The flagpole rope shot upward
at the same time that he popped her dress so that it would tear away
easily. Her dress and the bra under it were off of her body and were
tangled in a rope that sent them high up, flying like a flag.  "What!  How?
OH MY GOD!" She suddenly realized her pretty tits were all that existed for
several wide eyes.  She screamed and threw her arms over them.  She pulled
desperately at the rope to get her clothes back and they descended slowly.
It was terrible for her.  Try as she might, it was impossible, even one
handed, to bring her dress and bra back down without giving some titty
peeks to the men who refused to stop staring at her.  In fact they had
gotten closer, in an approximate circle to watch her struggle.  After what
seemed like forever to her, her dress was almost within reach.  If it
weren't being flowed upward by the Breeze, it would be there.  Then, before
she could get a good grip on it, her dress shot down in a sudden,
inexplicable downdraft and at the Breeze's careful direction, the very
corner of it snagged around the side of her panties.  It was a moment
frozen in time.  She could tell with sinking heart what was about to happen
but since, in reality, it happened so fast, she was unable to stop it.  Her
dress, still on that rope, shot back up and her panties, though no one
could tell how, tore right off and flew at the end it.  It was a wonderful
moment for her smiling audience.  On one side her pretty little buns were
bared.  On the other it was her oh so light brown beaver.  She didn't even
scream.  She just grabbed the rope with both hands and pulled with all her
might.  It was useless now.  The Breeze had knotted the rope so that it
wouldn't come back down, so there she was, stark naked in public with her
stolen clothes flying up high on the flagpole.  After several seconds, she
realized that she couldn't get her clothes back and finally did scream. 
Arms across her breasts again, she took off running as laughter and hoots
rang out behind her.

   Next the Breeze found a pretty blonde in a tank top and blue jeans.  She
wasn't voluptuous but her clothes still showed off a remarkable body.  Only
one man was around to see her, but it was still worth the effort.  The
Breeze swept down to her, timing it so that he knew she was being watched
out of the corner of the man's eye.  The Breeze quickly snapped her top at
both shoulders.  It dropped, giving a momentary view of beautiful nipples.
"What the hell!  Hey turn around, Derrick!" So she knew him!  That made it
better.  Derrick wasn't sure if he should follow her angry advice or not.
The blonde, while holding her top in place in front, examined the broken
cloth a bit as though she expected to see how it had happened.  The Breeze
took that moment as an opportunity to weave his way into her pants. 
"Huhn?" She looked down at herself, feeling the odd coolness, then her
zipper burst apart and her jeans were shot down to her knees.  "AAAAH!"
White panties met Derrick's approving eyes.  He couldn't help smiling and
staring as she struggled to get her jeans back up, letting her top slip
once in the process.  Once she had her pants back up and found that they
could not be zipped back up again, she looked furiously at him, "Are you
doing this somehow?"

   "What?," Derrick said, revealing both innocence (of a sort) and
confusion.  "How?"

   Then her top was blown upwards with more force than her hands could hold
on to.  In fact her arms were pulled up with it until it was off of her. 
She had almost lost her balance while her nice, pert boobies came into full
view.  She gasped and threw her arms over her chest before running around
the corner.  She needed shelter so, without thinking it through, she rushed
through the first door she could, right into the local diner.  The
surprise, and for the men the delight, was quite vocal.  "What's going on?"
"Is that Cindy Lou?" "Wow!" "Girl what are you doing?"

   Cindy wasn't sure if it was better to look for help here or run back
out. There was some animosity coming from a few women who didn't seem to
realize that the poor girl needed help.  So, she ran back outside.  Derrick
was there, just ambling along happily, delighted to see the topless Cindy
Lou again.  She turned from him to run the other way but a couple people
were there.  She looked across the street, and seeing no one, was about to
run, but the Breeze kept her from it by bursting her broken jeans down to
her ankles.  With a short scream, she bent back down to get them, letting
go of her breasts, much to the delight of everyone who could see them. 
Everyone in the diner got a great view of her pantied butt bending over. 
With her jeans back up, she sprinted across the street.  Once there, the
Breeze, who had matched pace with her, struck again.  By now everyone
outside was staring at her and a few of the diners had come out to see what
would happen next.  The seams along the sides of her jeans tore apart all
the way down to mid calf.  The opposite sides fell down so that her lower
half was peeled like a banana.  "OH NO!" She had to let her pretty boobies
go again as she tried to collect her severed pants.  She had the front in
hand when the Breeze relieved her of her panties.  With her loudest, but
briefest scream yet, Cindy Lou threw one hand over her bared butt and
gawked at everyone staring at her a moment or two before she had the sense
to gather up the rest of her pants.  The Breeze finally let her be so that
he could watch the wonderful sight of the poor girl rushing away using both
hands to keep her pants at her waist.  Her lovely bare boobies bounced
away.

   The Breeze's day settled down for just a little while but then he
spotted a woman, a pretty, pretty light brunette in her late twenties,
getting out of a red pickup.  Her sweet and almost fancy dress seemed to
clash with the vehicle she was stepping out of, so the Breeze set out to
rectify that, using the truck itself as his instrument.  She got out of the
passenger side and as she shut the door, the Breeze blew the edge of her
dress into the door.  She said something hurriedly to the man who dropped
her off, then, as she turned, the truck started away.  Ordinarily the
physics of a dress being torn off by a speeding car are extremely unlikely
but with the Breeze slipped into the seams of that dress, the necessary
rips were assured.  The tearing of her dress was loud, but her scream was
louder as she was bared, totally naked!!, to the town.  The Breeze hadn't
been paying any attention to what was under that so he was as amazed as
everyone else (a little over ten people) at what was, or rather wasn't,
under her dress.  How could a respectable country woman like that wear
nothing under her clothes?  Still, there she was, bare pussy naked for
everyone's enjoyment.  Her hands were clenched across her tits, but a
glimpse had been gotten by many since she screamed a moment before
covering. Her beautiful brown bush was right out there still.  The pickup
had come to a tire screeching halt and the driver was staring over his
shoulder at her, as pleasantly dumbfounded as anyone.  With the shock worn
off, she switched from panic to anger as her delightfully cute face tried
to look threatening.  She stormed to the pickup (and what a nice full,
round ass on that body!) and opened the door, pulling her torn dress out to
use as cover.  She covered her front side right away and quickly wrapped it
around herself to cover her rear end as well.  With remarkable pride, she
was cussing out the now shame faced pickup driver as she got in the seat.
The Breeze watched her drive away wishing he had reacted fast enough to
carry he dress away a second time.

   As fun as that had been, it had been all too brief.  The Breeze vowed
that his next stripping would take a bit longer.  Not a problem at all when
he saw the next sexy girls.  The next two made it evident that he was in a
small town.  Both were young and pretty with bodies that could be described
as very, very appealingly corn fed.  One was in blue jeans and a tank top,
her dark hair braided in back.  Her friend was even more countrified.  She
also wore denim, but cut off shorts on her.  Her top was a blue and black
flannel with the sleeves cut short and left frayed.  She was also a
brunette but not as dark, short haired with a cowboy hat on.  The Breeze
swept to them and softly touched each one on a cheek, a little windy kiss
in thanks for the show he knew he was about to get.  The girls had three
friends, all male surrounding them and there were a handful of others near
enough to stop and enjoy once it got started.  For starters he swept to the
tank top and fluttered under it.  That caused a ripple that got attention.
Under that shirt he was happy to find that there was no bra.  So it was
obviously his duty to blow that top up and give everyone a look.  She had
nice tits, a bit above medium sized with that forward roundness that made
them seem so desperate to attract attention to the dark pink, faded edged
nipples.  All of that detail was taken in completely by every man who
caught sight even though they had only a moment to see it all before she
clapped her hands to her tits and shrieked.  Open mouthed, she looked
around and then took it in good spirits.  She laughed, albeit nervously,
which allowed others to do the same.  She wouldn't let go of that
delectable bosom, so her friend helped her with it, sliding her top down.
That act of good samaritanism should not have been punished but the Breeze
felt that his course was set, so with only a little guilt, he swept into
the flannel top and popped it open.  Her bra was all that could be seen as
the buttons flew.  "Oh!" She clutched her top together.  The other girl was
now able to let her own top down without sacrificing any modesty.  There
was a moment of wonder before one girl said, "What's happening?  Is the
wind doing this?" In response, the Breeze, who had carefully positioned
himself, snapped both shoulder straps of the tank top and down it came. 
There were those remarkably beautiful pink capped boobs again accompanied
by a beautiful little scream of embarrassment.  Again, the look at those
tits was brief before she had them in her own hands.  The Breeze knew a
runner when he saw one, and he wasn't going to let that happen.  The
instant after he hand knocked her top down, he had made his way into the
front of her pants.  They popped open, the button and zipper broken so that
they couldn't be fastened again.  Of course in the very next split second,
they were blown down her legs.  It was a wonderful sight.  From her feet on
up it was cowboy boots, jeans peeled to her knees, sexy thighs, sky blue
panties, torn top around her waist, her own hands on her fabulous tits and
then that oh so pretty face with a look of terrible shock.  Her friend had
a similar expression, though less extreme.  The Breeze set about changing
that.  She felt the odd wind flow into her top but before she could really
make sense of it, her shirt was torn to shreds, flying away from her.  She
still wasn't as panicked as the other girl since she still had her bra. 
The bra girl shouted, "We've got to get out of here!" That was about to get
harder since her shorts were popped open and burst all the way down her
legs.  Immediately she bent down to pull them up.  Once she was adjusting
them at her waist, the Breeze struck again.  It took good timing but he
popped her bra at the front and blasted it down her arms while her hands
were at the back of her waist.  She might have thrown her arms over her
exceptional bouncy boobs, but the Breeze with his amazing speed cycloned
the bra where it was.  Her hands were tied up behind her back.  "NO! 
NOOO!" She tried to get moving but the breeze slipped her shorts back down
so that all she could do was shuffle away.  The movement made her pretty
boobies jiggle so well too!  Her little stand up pink nipples highlighted
that perfect bounce for everyone.  And everyone was looking.  The other
girl had her top up, held to her boobs with one hand while her other worked
her pants back up.  Before she could get them up, the Breeze blasted her
panties away.  This time she didn't just scream.  She shrieked.  Her nice
dark fur was not only out in public, there were immediate cheers and loud
appraisals of it from the men watching.  She couldn't get her pants up now.
The hand she was using for that was held in front of her dark muff instead.
The Breeze brought her pants back down where he liked them before turning
to the bra bound girl who was still shuffling away.  Another pair of
panties needed removing.  She felt the coolness of the Breeze's touch at
her waistband and she let out a mournful moan right before her panties were
snatched off.  "Oh my god!  Everyone can see my pussy!" There wasn't a big
amount of it but her bush was very thick.  Unable to keep her bare tits or
light brown bush from view, she hobbled her way to a wall (great
derrierre!) and pressed herself to it so that at least her front side would
be protected.  Her friend took that cue and did the same so two nice, bare
country girl butts were there.  At that moment a police car pulled up and
the siren sounded a note that broke up the crowd of men right away.  The
Breeze was near the edge of town during that last incident.  It was to be
the last of his exploits within city limits.  He felt the urge to sweep
away.  He was downhearted at first, thinking his country adventure was
already at an end, but he felt no loss of power, so it had to continue.  He
raced along a dirt road, awaiting the treasure he might there.  In moments,
he found himself zeroing in a small group of people not quite two miles
from town.  As he got close, the Breeze saw happily that one indeed was a
lovely young lady.  With her were a pair of young fellows that were about
to get quite a thrill.  At first the Breeze just thought he might rip her
skirt and blouse off.  Then he got a better idea.  He waited until she was
near some thick bushes and blew hard enough to knock her over into them. 
Normally, the Breeze tried to avoid doing any harm to the girls, even just
superficial harm like this, but the nature of the prank was worth it.  At
most she would have scratches and not even deep ones.  The foliage she was
in wasn't really thorny, but the branches were jagged enough in pattern to
accomplish some fun with the Breeze's help.  As he had in the past, he
whispered a quick suggestion.  Waves and water and great winds had helped
him in the past.  Flora wasn't as adaptable to these kinds of things but
with the Breeze's magic helping, the plants were able to stick into her
clothes quite well.  As she staggered, she found it difficult to get up, so
she demanded help almost frantically from her friends.  They grabbed her
arms and gave a quick pull that would be disastrous for her.  The bushes
would not let go and by now the Breeze was woven into her clothes.  With
those two forces working together, her clothes ripped right off of her body
easily.  "OoooH!  You idiots!  Look what you done!" In her bra and panties
the poor girl seemed embarrassed but also quite angry with her friends who
seemingly were responsible for her torn clothes.  She kept on complaining
as they stepped back and looked her body over.  They could do that with
impunity since she was paying them no attention.  She was already trying to
retrieve her clothes.  Of course the Breeze gusted and knocked her right
back into the clutches of his plantlife partner.  At the Breeze's
direction, it cushioned her fall a bit but managed to snag it's branches
into both her bra and panties.  For a little bit the young lady cursed and
struggled to get back up.  While she did that, the Breeze both worked his
way into her clothes and helped the branches maintain, and even strengthen
their hold on her.  It was a difficult task that required weaving himself
in several different directions but it had an even better effect than hoped
for.  Once she was standing partway up, the flailing beauty thrust her way
forward in order to get free.  What a mistake!  Between the branches and
the Breeze, her underwear stayed where it was, so that when she lunged
forward, desperate to keep her balance, she was butt naked for her friends.
They started laughing loudly as she gave a stunned look and then stared
down at herself.  With a terrible shriek, she threw her arms over her chest
and started running.  She must not have been thinking clearly since she was
running toward town and it would be a two mile naked run anyway.  Her
friends gathered her tattered garments and chased after her.  "Layla! 
We've got your dress!" Hearing that, she stopped suddenly, looked over her
shoulder to make sure it was true, and doubled back.  The two young men had
of course been staring at her bare ass as she ran away.  As she got closer,
they both blatantly stared at the brown bush that she still hadn't covered.
She snatched her dress back and held it tightly to her front, not as
grateful for it as she could have been.  "You two!  How'd you do that?" Of
course they protested their innocence but since they couldn't get the
smiles off their faces, she doubted them greatly.  The Breeze decided to
let them have their fun together without him, but only after he revealed
himself for certain as the troublemaker.  With a strong, circling gust, he
got her dress from her and carried it away.  "Hey!  What the hell!" So she
was naked again, screaming at her friends.

   As he swept away, the Breeze wondered.  Just how many more women were
out here?  He followed his senses to an isolated building near some fields.
It was a shed or something, big enough for whatever tractors or combines
were used there.  It's roof though was the point of interest.  There was a
lovely young lady up there sunbathing.  It was a great place for it, and it
was pretty evident by the way she had it set up that it was one of her
special places.  The Breeze noticed from his high vantage point that she
wasn't entirely alone.  In that field were some workers who were getting a
show.  Two pairs of binoculars were being traded around so that everyone
could see the bikini girl.  She had to have known they were there so she
must not have minded, or maybe she even liked it.  The Breeze though,
decided that she was about to give the best show she ever had.  He moved on
up close and admired the lovely body there.  Her tanning was evident on a
body that was very lithe except for the chest.  A nice round pair of
hooters, were they almost big mediums?  Were they big but only barely so?
Hard to tell.  He slowly caressed his way down that body and she apparently
enjoyed the feel of it since she stopped singing along to the radio for a
moment.  He would start with her bikini bottoms.  In position, he wrapped
all the way around the waist of them and suddenly carried them down. 
"What?" She looked down and saw that her bottoms had indeed dropped.  From
a distance a gratified male voice sounded, "Whoa!" The sunbather gave a
little start as she threw one hand over her short trimmed black bush.  The
roof wasn't steep but it was angled enough that whoever it was behind those
binoculars got a good look.  She rolled onto her front to avoid further
beaver shots.  The Breeze had done his job well though, she couldn't quite
reach her bottoms lying down, so she got up on her knees quickly.  She
heard, "Look at her ass!", right as she pulled them back up.  She turned to
her voyeurs and acknowledged them for the first time ever after who knows
how many bikini sessions.  Her furious look and middle finger brought
laughter.  She saw that there were a couple pairs of binoculars over there,
being passed now to others.  She wasn't about to stay, but as she started
gathering her things, the Breeze popped her top at the back of her neck. 
It stayed tied below but the top of it fell.  "Hhhn?  How!  How did that--"
then she realized that, even though she had her arms across her chest now,
her tits had been seen by her audience.  "AAAAAAAAHH!!!" She turned from
them and the crowing cheers made her shudder a moment before she could do
anything else.  She struggled to get her top tied as fast as she could and
as she did so, the Breeze dropped her bottoms again.  Instantly there was a
shout of "Bare ass!" She was still busy tying, so she left her buns bared
as she did a sort of bouncing embarrassment dance.  Top tied again, she
quickly yanked her bottoms back up.  She couldn't help looking out at the
happy binocular men again.  They applauded her.  They actually applauded!
Angry again, no make that furious, she was about to shout something at
them. She just couldn't figure out what.  Then the Breeze speedily tore her
bottoms completely off of her baring her pretty muff again.  "NO!!!" She
covered desperately as she shouted pleadingly, "Stop looking!  Stop looking
at me!!" Then her top followed her bottoms off of the roof.  The
realization that she was now completely naked under the scrutinous eyes of
the men she had always teased had her completely stunned for nearly two
full seconds.  Not much time?  Time enough to sear forever in the minds of
her viewers the sight of her lovely bare bosom.  Then, still totally
flustered, she grasped her breasts which only left her pussy exposed again.
Turning in place, her bum completed the set of body parts that her bikini
covered.  She grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her.  On unsteady
feet, she rushed to the roof opening only to find that the Breeze had
gotten there before he had made any other move.  She couldn't understand
how it happened any more than she understood how the wind had suddenly
stolen her clothes, but she knew that she was trapped.  "It's locked!" She
couldn't get down.  She had nothing to hide behind.  She couldn't even move
to the other side of the roof because it was higher up.  "What do I do?"
She thought a bit and shuddered at the thought that the only way down was
to get some help.  She didn't have a phone with her so the only people
around were the ones that had witnessed her unwilling strip.  After a
furious struggle with the door and several moments of hesitation, she
shouted, "It's locked!  Can someone help get me down?" Laugher.  She could
see the discussion but couldn't hear it.  Then one of them sounded, "We'll
be right over!  If you say please!" She grumbled a bit but shouted back
some gratitude as sweetly as she could manage.  It was then that the Breeze
played his final trick.  She felt the cool touch and knew what was about to
happen, but she wasn't fast enough to stop it.  Her towel blew right off,
leaving her naked again.  Now she could hear an argument about who it was
that got to help her.  She could also see the unrelenting binoculars.

   The Breeze flew along to another out of the way place where he saw two
lovely young ladies hanging up laundry.  If he were a different sort of
breeze, he would have certainly knocked some of those clothes off the
lines, but as it was, he was more interested in the pretty females.  The
problem was, there was no audience for his actions.  He needed someone to
watch.  That was his reason for being.  He swept along, confident that
there had to be a reason that his senses brought him here.  Before long he
spotted them.  Inside the house he spotted no fewer than three males
interested in the bodies outside.  All were watching unobtrusively, nowhere
near their respective windows.  The Breeze would consider himself a failure
if he couldn't bring them all from sitting inside to being pressed against
the panes of the glass.  And one of them had to be seventy.  As he flitted
along near the lovely ladies (sisters certainly) he heard one complain to
the other, "How hard is this anyway?  Why can't they do this?"

   "Now we said we'd help out until Mrs.  Deebs's broken leg healed didn't
we?" That explained it.  These girls didn't live here.  They were just
doing a good deed for a neighbor that needed it.  A shame really to punish
them for that, but then, the Breeze was what he was.  The older sister was
a blonde, very pretty with a simple face.  The other looked very similar
but probably was a bit slimmer and it showed not only in her figure but
also in her face.  Her hair was brunette but very very light.  Which one,
which one?  The Breeze had to start somewhere.  He flew back and forth from
one to the other a few times, very quickly, all the time making sure to see
how many of the girls' subtle viewers were watching at any given moment. 
The first time all three pairs of male eyes were on the lovely ladies, then
something would happen.  Blonde, brunette, blonde, brunette, blonde NOW! 
Her shorts were suddenly blown down her legs.  "What happened!" Her panties
were tight enough that the curves of her lower body were evident, soft and
simple and pretty, just like the rest of her.  Of course their audience of
three was now riveted rather than indirect.  The younger sister was
laughing but that lasted only a moment before her top was burst open.  She
screamed two notes as her pretty tits were bared for three smiling faces
inside.  She clutched her top together as her sister pulled up her shorts.
The younger one (mouth still wide open in shock) stared at the windows of
the house that now stared at her.  "Angie!  They saw my tits!" A good cue
for the Breeze's next act namely, bursting the other top and the bra that
was under it.  Her tits were just as pretty.  She didn't scream.  She just
clutched her top like her younger sister did and demanded, "What's
happening?  Is the wind doing this?" "I don't know!  What do we do?" She
glanced at the house again to see the youngest of the three faces pressed
against a window, smiling wide.  Before she could get an answer, the Breeze
had her shorts and her panties in his grip.  RRIIIIIPPP!!!  There they flew
and her very light brown bush was on display.  "Oh no!!!" She didn't
immediately have the sense to cover her lower region.  She stared a full
three seconds at the happy oglers.  Her sister met the same fate a moment
later.  RRIIIPP!!  So now they knew for sure that she was a real blonde. 
She threw a hand over her beaver fairly quickly though.  Her younger sister
turned around which protected her muff but had her nice ass pointed to the
house.  Angie, the older of the sisters, said, "Missy!  We're naked!" Not
quite.  Their tops, though torn, were still on.  Only for a moment though,
as another almost simultaneous pair of loud rips had the girls stripped
completely bare.  Their shrieks of panic were delightful.  Angie was a bit
clearer headed though.  She grabbed an item off the laundry line and used
it to cover her front side.  The black piece of cloth didn't quite hide
everything though.  She didn't realize that the lower part of her blondie
was still exposed.  Missy repeated her sister's actions.  A wet towel was
draped over her to keep the eager eyes in the windows from getting any
better a look.  After a few deep breaths, Angie started to speak.  "The
keys to the car were in my shorts."

   Missy's eyes got desperately wide.  "What?" Before any more could be
spoken, the Breeze had snapped her towel off, baring her naked body again.
As she shrieked, her sister was stripped a second time as well.  Again they
covered with the wash.  Again they were stripped.  Again and again.  The
Breeze considered this a roaring success.  The men in the house,
representing three generations of the family, were all getting the treat of
seeing these two sexy girls stripped over and over.  After she had lost
about five items, Angie decided, arm pressed tightly over her tits and hand
over her bush, "This isn't helping us."

   "What do we do then?" Missy held both her arms over her tits so her
lovely brown bush was still eye candy.  She looked at her sister's more
sensible pose and imitated that.

   "W-we've got to go inside and get something to wear."

   "What?" Sexy, naked young Missy glanced at the house.  Her dreadful
expression took in the smiling faces of grandfather, father and son.  "But,
but, but..."

   "Do you have any better idea?" So the Breeze left the two agonizingly
naked young women shortly after they started knocking timidly at the door.

   Now that was fulfilling!  He wasn't done yet though.  He could feel his
strength not only remain, but improve.  What more was there to do?  How
many people could there be out here?  He swept along, up high, coming down
close to any homes he spotted.  Then, he found the place for him.  An
idyllic country home, obviously of someone well to do, had a nice social
gathering there.  Lots of people, mostly nicely dressed, though they mainly
still had that pastoral air to them.  The women were all in very nice, very
pretty country style dresses, but not for long.

   The Breeze swept through them all, finding every attractive lady
present. He wanted to strike very quickly, one woman after another after
another.  First though, to make sure that there would be no sanctuary for
them.  He swept into the locks on the house's doors, carefully turning
them. It was difficult to manipulate objects with that much resistance in
such small spaces, but it would be worth it.  He then gusted into every car
and made certain that they were all locked tight as well.  A nearby shed
was already locked, so it needed nothing.  The only place left for a woman
to hide was the garage.  The Breeze locked the door but the actual openings
for the cars, though closed, he had no way to lock.

   Good enough.  Now to get to work!  First a pretty brown haired girl
around the age of twenty five.  She was wearing a light green dress,
looking very wholesome as she took part in a conversation with a handful of
other people.  The Breeze flew under her skirt and circled around, making
it move in an odd way.  This caught the eye of everyone right near her and
a few others as well.  Then the Breeze used his circular motion to lift the
dress and tear it.  In half a moment, the pretty young lady's dress was up
and off.  She was standing there shocked in her bra, panties, stockings and
garter belt, all pristine white.  In that moment the Breeze enjoyed the
fact that every male pair of eyes that should have shown some decorum by
turning away, simply widened at the delightful sight.  She let out a long
scream but couldn't figure out just what to do.

   Quickly, the Breeze moved to another woman, thirty five maybe, a blonde
in a red dress.  The Breeze flew into her sleeve and filled the top of her
dress, inflating it a bit.  With speed and precision, he wrapped himself
around the seams of it and also around the bra underneath.  With a pop the
top of the woman's clothes burst and her marvelous pink-red nippled boobies
were bared before friends and neighbors.  She clasped her hands over them
and rushed to another woman nearby, about the same age and also blonde. 
"Sheila!  Look what happened!"

   "I saw it.  Come inside." It was pretty evident that this was Sheila's
home.  That meant she might have the keys to get back inside.  The Breeze
was grateful for that knowledge.  With a sudden gust, he stripped her dress
off and blew it to the roof.  If her keys were on her, they were out of
reach now, and of course another lovely body had been reduced to
undergarments.

   While those three pretty ladies ran to the front door, the Breeze was
busy going after yet another victim, a very pretty young woman, who was
twenty at the most.  Like everyone, she was watching the odd occurrence
involving shredded clothing.  Before that she had been carrying a tray of
lemonade around to everyone and it was still there in her hands.  The
Breeze infiltrated the waist of her dress.  With a rapid rip, he whisked
them away.  Not only was the bottom half of her dress gone, but so were her
panties!  All she had on below the waist were her dress shoes and some
white stockings to mid thigh.  She was dumbstruck at that, staring down at
her own impossible nudity.  Several other pairs of eyes were eyeing her as
well.  Finally she shrieked and danced in place.  Her panic kept her from
realizing that her exposure was a greater priority than the lemonade.  She
kept the tray in her hands so that she was unable to cover her pert butt
cheeks or her nice blonde muff.  By then the other three strippees were
rushing again, having found the front door barred.  One of them, the
underwear clad brunette, noticed the unfortunate young blonde and shouted
at her, "Emily!  Cover yourself for crying out loud!" Emily realized that
she could do that.  The lemonade crashed to the ground and the tray was
placed in front of her, denying any more sight of her beaver.  Her
beautiful bum was still out in the open as she ran to join the other half
dressed women.  The one that had shouted to her the Breeze went after
again. The Breeze popped her panties off and everyone got a great look at
her brown bush before she threw her hands over it.  Then her bra followed.
All she had on were her garters and stockings now!  And she was too
desperate keeping her pussy covered to cover anything else so her lovely
tits just stayed out, bouncing as she ran with the others to the back door.

   The Breeze was satisfied to let them go momentarily.  They couldn't get
in back there either.  In the meantime he decided to add to the ENF
population by two.  Two more attractive thirty somethings in very expensive
looking dresses could definitely use the Breeze's treatment.  One, a big
titted dark haired woman, seemed to have disdain for the undressed ladies
as though it were their own fault.  The other, a less voluptuous but still
very curvy red head, seemed not annoyed by it so much as smug that it was
happening to someone else.  Then, the Breeze disabused them of their
notions of superiority.  He had to have the big tits out, so he just burst
the top of her clothes open.  They were gorgeous, overdeveloped things with
broad nipples.  The red head next to her, in the very next instant had her
entire dressed stripped away.  Underneath, her lacy lingerie was quite a
feast for the eyes, especially to those behind her.  Her thong drew
attention and elicited a few comments about her nice round ass.  These two
suddenly demure ladies with hands clapped over their tits and butt, seemed
almost relieved to have the other ladies rush back around the house. 
"Sheila!" "Wait for us!"

   All the women were making their way now to the garage.  The Breeze raced
back to them and targeted the young woman who was still holding a lemonade
tray over her front.  He whisked that away from her and she panicked
completely again.  She actually turned toward everyone watching her,
screaming as they stared at her blonde bush.  The two women catching up
practically had to push her to get her to move again.

   The six of them got to the side door of the garage.  The Breeze tore
away the dark haired lady's dress, leaving her in only her panties which
made her nice voluptuous butt a real treat.

   Of course that door didn't open.  "Why is everything locked?," Sheila
moaned.  Then her bra flew away.  She didn't even bother to cover her
hooters.  She just ran (and bounced) to the front of the garage and lifted
the big door there with the help of two other women.  Inside the garage
there wasn't a car, so they had plenty of room for the six of them to run
in and close it up.

   Outside, though many of the males were roguish enough to just enjoy it
all, some of them wondered what they should do.  Conversation about saving
the naked ladies was just starting as the Breeze was getting to work in the
garage.  Getting in and out wasn't too hard, as the ladies hadn't dropped
that big door all the way.  From any who were not completely exposed
already, he ripped one item and carried them back outside.  The women were
still angry but not panicked since they were safe from view here.  Of
course the Breeze lifted the garage door to expose them all again!  It was
a symphony of embarrassed screams as their hands rushed, half a moment too
late, to protect themselves.  All in all, three were totally naked (except
for one set of garters), one was in panties, one in a thong and one in
nothing but her bra.  The ladies struggled to get the door closed again. 
Three of them reached up, Sheila (naked completely), the big titted one
(also nude) and the red head (thong clad), so three nice pairs of tits and
two beautiful country lady bushes were very well displayed as they pulled
the garage door back down.  The Breeze set up a counter force to keep the
door from closing all the way.  This was too good to do only once.  He made
another rush among the women and by then nothing was covering them except
for some stockings.  Of course the garage door opened again, exposing all
six of them, bare ass naked, to everyone outside.

   "We can't stay here!," one of them shouted, barely audible over the din
of shrill screams.  As though that had been an intelligent observation, the
ladies rushed from the garage back outside.  Having no other real options
for cover, they ran for a not quite distant copse of trees, a mass of
observers, many pleased, some shocked and some both, watching their naked
bodies running along.

   That was the end of the Breeze's country adventure.  This final hurrah
had used up the last of his power, so he returned to his weaker state, but
happily so.  He wondered to himself where he would strike next.