Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. After his country adventure, the Breeze was ready again for the big city. He sped along when he spotted in the distance the skyline of tall buildings. He felt stronger as he flew overhead, taking in the sights. The sights he really wanted of course were the sights of lovely ladies. With a sigh, he set about finding someone worthy of his attention. Down the streets, along the sidewalks, finally flying low until he found a knee length skirt on a very pretty, tall woman with very curly brown hair. It must have felt good to her when he caressed her legs softly. She moved a bit slower and didn't even bother looking down when the breeze tugged just slightly at her skirt. The playful motion caught a bit of attention. The Breeze kept up the flirtation for just a few moments, rolling up her body, rippling her clothes slightly from hem to neck and then playing with her gorgeous, long, curly hair. The pretty lady turned out to be obviously quite charming as well when she gave a smile and even a little giggle at the attention of the wind. It was almost as though it were touching her deliberately, which of course, it was! The sight, sound and feel of the woman had the Breeze's power rising and his desire along with it. He moved back down to her legs and got ready for a good skirt burst. Her skirt shot upward as she squawked. When it didn't stop, when the wind pushing her skirt up and baring her legs and panties just kept on blowing, she screamed helplessly. Right as that lovely panic shout ended, her skirt was torn up and off of her. Unlike his usual strippings, when the Breeze would carry an article away rapidly, he kept it circling around her as she reached and tried to reclaim it. With every moment he got stronger and stronger. Once he felt confident to blow two different directions, the Breeze lifted the skirt, making the lovely woman reach higher for it as he also managed to slip himself into her panties. A good burst carried them down to her knees. She couldn't see the men around since she was so busy trying to reclaim her skirt but she heard them. Men all around had gotten to see her bare ass and her curly brown bush right out on the sidewalk in broad daylight. With one hand over her bush (the corners of which peeked out around her hand) she managed to get ahold of the errant skirt which she quickly clutched in front of herself. She took a deep breath, thought about looking around, decided better of it and started pulling her panties back up with one hand while protecting her modesty up front with the other. "Nice ass baby!" "Don't know what's happening but I like it!" As these and other comments sounded around her, she quickened her repantying pace. The Breeze of course wasn't quite finished. Though still not quite at full capacity, he was more than strong enough to do serious damage to her blouse. She felt the wind inside it and that stopped her momentarily. She had a dreadful feeling about it but she didn't know how to prevent what would happen next. Then the sound of bursting buttons and bra signaled the baring of her beautiful tits. She screamed and squirmed as she struggled to pull her top back together. Now she didn't know what to do. Should she keep pulling her panties up and let her boobs free? Or should she hold her top together but leave her ass bared? Now in spite of herself, she looked around and saw that there were more men watching her than she had thought. Her blush deepened. Three Breeze attacks happened in short order. He burst her panties back down to mid calf. Then he pulled her top open again. Then he stole her skirt from her grip so that everyone would get to see her muff once more. The woman crouched down and struggled to get her panties back up as the Breeze absconded with her skirt. The Breeze carried the skirt along a ways before dropping it on a rooftop. Flying back down low, he found another sexy stripping victim in a small public park. A lovely place, full of people. What kind of gathering it was the Breeze couldn't tell. He only had eyes for the woman in the blue dress. Anyone looking at her would immediately have their attention pulled to the big round tits. That wasn't where the Breeze was starting though. Her skirt was only about knee length, so he decided to do a bit more of the old fashioned windy trickery to start off. With a quick gust, the woman's dress blew up in front revealing a nice dark string panty. The woman next to her laughed and that got people turning to see what was funny. By then the Breeze had stopped though the woman in the dress blushed. She felt safe for a moment, but only until the Breeze lifted her dress a second time to that larger audience. More laughs and some happy commentary sounded, "Whoa!" "Did you see that?" She pushed her dress back down and looked around, her cheeks turning a slightly deeper shade of pink. She looked like she was ready for another sudden wind which is why the Breeze circled above, waiting. After just a little bit she was unexpecting again. She wasn't quite relaxed when he struck, this time causing her dress to billow up much higher than before, her sexy panties on show on one side, her thong clad butt on the other. After a few seconds of having fun keeping her dress up against her efforts to force it back down, the Breeze let it fall, and he slipped up into her dress as a very thin wind. She felt the cool movement rise up through her clothes, so the poor woman panicked even though her hem fell back to its proper place. The Breeze, like everyone nearby, had been aching to see this woman's tits. They were a pair of nice, big round things held in place by the top of the dress that was rather skimpy. It was clear she was proud of her gems, but that didn't mean it was welcome when the Breeze untied the string at the top of her dress. "Oh no!" She was too late to catch it. The Breeze, the instant it was untied, forced it down. Her beautiful globes bounced as they popped free from constraint. "AAAaaAAHH!!" She clapped her hands onto her tits and stared around at everyone who was pointing and smiling. Someone even let out a long, perfect wolf whistle. Putting one arm across her chest, she struggled to get her dress back up in place. It took some doing and that made the display a long and entertaining one since the Breeze lifted her skirt again and kept it flying waist high while she was busy retying the top of it in place. She squirmed and moaned at all the attention as her dress continued to float. Then, when her arms were in perfect position, the Breeze turned up the force on that dress. Gripping it as he flew up, he pulled the dress over her body, up her arms, to her wrists. Trying to keep it from getting away, her arms straightened. She caught it but that wasn't good news. Her body was stripped to a g string and the Breeze was cycloning the dress rapidly around her hands, getting them tied together. "What? How? OH NO!" Everyone had seen her glorious tits so it seemed a futile gesture putting her cloth wrapped hands in front of them as best she could. She felt entirely exposed, but she wasn't. Yet. The Breeze fixed that. He took a hold of the little strings of her panties on each side and snapped them. The resulting scream would have been enviable by any opera singer. Her short trimmed bush met dozens of greedy stares. It took a few seconds before she decided that she had to move her hands down. With them tied she had a choice. She could cover her tits or her beaver, but not both. With her hands down, her nice big tits were bared again. "Look at those tits!" Someone shouted and everyone did. "Awesome!" "Shake 'em for us baby!" She couldn't take all that, so she put her hands back to her chest. The crowd responded again with gleeful appraisal of her beaver. The woman wanted to badly to run, but people were on all sides of her so she seemed trapped by the crowd, her tied hands alternating between covering her pussy and her breasts as she turned in place. It took nearly three full minutes before she found a path that would let her out and she ran faster than a woman in heels should be able to, leaving the laughter and cheers behind. The Breeze's fun would be harder to accomplish after that stripping though. His exploits had attracted another elemental of nearly equal strength and speed. Our beloved Mischievous Breeze was more than a little surprised to encounter another that was like him. It was like him, but at the same time, entirely unlike him. As they wove in spirals around each other they talked in that silent magical way that natural forces have. This Gust (as I shall dub him to differentiate him from the Breeze) explained that it was not of the Mischievous variety but instead represented the Benevolent half of the natural world. It had in fact been chosen as a rival to the Mischievous Breeze and it was charged with stopping his antics and thereby depowering him until he was gone. It was long overdue, the Gust informed him. If only he had dissipated as a Breeze should, then he would have been left alone but he couldn't be allowed to carry out his frivolous antics for an unnaturally long span. The Mischievous Breeze laughed his soft, windy, cocky laugh at the threat and went to work. Under his bravado he was a bit nervous though. Could this Benevolent Gust really stop him? For a quick test, the Breeze swept down toward a beautiful young, skirt clad brunette. He could sense the Benevolent Gust following him at a speed that almost matched his own. He swept under that skirt and lifted it, baring a pair of nice panties and great thighs. The embarrassed yelp from the young woman became a grateful sigh when in the next moment, the wind had pushed her skirt back down. It flowed in the strangest wind she had ever seen but remained where it could protect her modesty. The Breeze had tested the strength of his enemy and found, much to his chagrin, that while the speed of the Gust might not be quite as great, his strength was every bit as powerful, perhaps even slightly more so. Quickly, as if throwing a sulky tantrum, the Mischievous Breeze flowed back down and away along the sidewalk. The Gust followed him and they led a fast chase. The Breeze twisted around and under obstacles and people. The Gust matched him, if not quite in speed, at least in maneuverability. This would be a problem. The Breeze had always been versatile though. He swept up a building and spotted an open window. He curled back to make his intent clear, then he swept inside. He knew that he could survive in there, but could the Gust follow? It seemed not. As one bit of wind circled around inside tauntingly, his enemy circled just outside, not quite daring to enter. Well that was one advantage. The Mischievous Breeze swept under a door and along a hallway. He could leave from any point and that would give him at least a few extra moments before the Gust could catch up. He flew from the building back toward the very same girl. He wasn't about to let her get away with just a little skirt lift and besides, maybe he could turn the tables on his tormentor by getting away with as much as possible. There she was at a bus stop just as the bus arrived. She was tall and lovely and from the Breeze's perspective, obviously the subject of many a subtle stare. He could feel the Gust catching up but it was too late, his timing was perfect. The bus doors opened, and then the Breeze lifted that skirt again. The poor girl yelped and started to rush into the bus. The perfect moment. The Breeze, exerting a sudden force, relieved her that skirt entirely, the skirt and the pink panties that were underneath. She had yelped before, but she screamed at being suddenly stripped bottomless. The Breeze himself couldn't enjoy the sight, he had to move to fast but everyone on the bus enjoyed the view of her nice, full derierre. She kept her hands clutched over her bush as she looked out the bus. Her skirt and panties were flying away! She was trapped like this! Not knowing what to do, she took a seat and looked away from everyone. The Breeze meanwhile carried the clothes away, taunting his rival as he did so. He had managed to bare a beautiful woman and was now making a getaway. The Gust was spurred on by this outrage to a heightened speed. For several blocks he chased his delinquent quarry and the clothes that were being carried away. He finally got them and with surprising ease slipped them from the Breeze's grasp. Pouring on the speed even more, the Gust flew back to the bus to return the woman's clothes. All according to plan for our hero though. As the Gust carried the clothes back to their owner, it gave a great, unimpeded opportunity to strip another unsuspecting woman. He had allowed the Gust to take the clothes from him that easily because he had already spotted a wonderful woman in a long grey dress catching eyes and turning heads all around. He knew he had time, but he didn't want to take any more time than was necessary so he flowed post haste to the top of that dress and flew softly inside it. The lovely, long legged lady looked a bit surprised but also quite pleased at the sudden sensation. Then, catching hold of the cloth, the Breeze slid her straps down her shoulders and quickly the dress dropped. She had no bra, so her sexy titties were right there for all the stares that were now obvious. Her back straightened and her step stopped abruptly, making her boobs bounce once very nicely before she shrieked and threw her hands across her chest. Squatting down, she managed to use one arm for cover as her other struggled for her dress. No one around moved at all, they just stood and enjoyed the show. She didn't have the courage to look up at all but she could hear the voices and chuckles. Standing up slow once the dress met her waist, she kept moving it up only to panic a bit when she felt her panties slide down her legs. Her skirt was in place so nothing below was bared but once they met her knees and were below her hem, people were pointing and wondering if they would get to see what was underneath. She panicked as she put her straps back as fast as she could. One was in place and the other almost there. Right then, right when she thought she could get her panties back up in the next moment, she shrieked again. The Breeze was lifting her dress this time, her sexy black bush and very firm buns were exposed now. She immediately started pushing her skirt down in front with one hand while her other tugged at her panties. Her dress straps dropped again while she struggled. Letting out another scream, she left off fighting her clothes and excercised the better part of valor, using her hands to cover tit and bush, she ran, panty hobbled, into the nearest building to get away from the wind. The Breeze half thought about following her but his enemy was returning and it was time to lead the chase again. The Breeze spiraled away as his exasperated enemy pursued. It was already evident, if only slightly so, that the Mischievous Breeze was getting stronger through his little victories. Was the Benevolent Gust weakening though? Not yet. So our hero had to find a setting that would work to his advantage. What he found, his magical attraction working at full capacity, was a tennis court where a doubles match was going on involving a quartet of lovelies in sexy outfits. The Breeze dove and rushed to one woman to blow her skirt up. The panty shot made the admiring males who had already been watching light up. In the next moment the skirt was falling again as the Breeze moved on to the next skirt and a second panty shot. Keeping just half a beat ahead of his rival, he blew up a third skirt, then a fourth. He flew around a second time, taking each skirt up momentarily and causing a nice rhythm of surprised sounds from the women. "Oh!" "Wha!" "Hey!" "Yow!" Keeping up that pattern could only bring the Breeze's enemy ahead of him though, so he doubled back. Time for more exposure. This lovely, dark haired beauty had been the third woman to have her skirt lifted each time but she was the first to have her skirt removed. The Breeze didn't tear it away. He simply forced it down and it fell all on it's own to her calves before she caught it. "What's going on?" The Gust had expected a fight for that skirt so he was surprised when our Mischievous Breeze switched targets again. Despite the dropping of a skirt, the other three women (giggling at their friend's loss) had kept playing. The pretty light haired brunette, youngest of the bunch, backhanded the ball and in the next moment, the Breeze shot her top up. Her top, and her bra. She squealed as her nice, firm little titties were popped out for a very enthusiastic audience. Before he could cause another stripping though, the Breeze was interrupted by the tennis ball. It had been slammed back across the net and carried by a furious Gust that drove it right through the Breeze crosswise. It couldn't do any harm, but it warped his flow, causing him to move the wrong way. The wrong way in two different directions in fact! This should have been a setback but our hero, always adaptable, took advantage of it. He kept flowing as two separate streams toward two different women, a trick that left even his enemy impressed. The Breeze could strike two while the Gust could protect only one. The two remaining women, a long haired, curvy blonde and a short haired athletic blonde were struck by the Breeze at the same time. Pretty short hair flew in the wind that caught a top and popped it up, revealing an excellent set of very taut, not quite small boobs. She and the Gust had fast success over the half Breeze. The bustier blonde had no protection though when the Breeze tore her skirt completely off. She shrieked and showed remarkable reflexes as she grabbed the fluttering bit of cloth before it could get away. Knowing that he had to act fast with her, the Breeze attacked her panties quickly. One side was snapped and they were blown down one of her legs. Bottomless, she was almost silent with disbelief now. Everyone had seen that her true hair color was brown but only momentarily before she clutched her damaged skirt in front of herself. The Breeze pulled that out of her hand and sent it upward. The Gust, predictably, chased that skirt to return it to her. For those brief moments, the Breeze, still divided, could do more garmental damage. This time the brunettes suffered. The dark haired one had her top burst open, baring her incredible tits. The lighter haired one had her skirt and panties blown down to her ankles. Barely a glimpse of either woman was had as one clutched her tits with remarkable reflexes and the other crouched down in place. "Let's get out of here!" One woman shouted. The Breeze rejoined himself, having expended the time that even he could pass as a divided force. For a moment (and he vowed to remember this for later use) his rejoined body was supercharged with power. Power enough to shove a heavy bench in front of the only way out of the fenced court. It was on their own side, but it would take a bit of time for the embarrassed women to move it. Time for the Breeze to keep playing his pranks as the incensed Gust tried to prevent it. It was a ridiculous sight. Only one of the women, the short haired blonde, still had her clothes in order. One of the ladies was pulling her skirt and panties back up. One was struggling to hold the torn skirt around her lower half, giving her only one hand to help move the bench. The last also had to work one handed as she used the other to hold her top together. The Breeze went after the short haired blonde, blowing upward, lifting both her skirt for a panty shot and her top for another look at her wonderful, superfirm tits. Squawking and pulling her top down, she had to abandon the attempt at moving the Breeze's blockade. The Gust was working against the Breeze at her skirt, pushing it down. The Breeze had anticipated this though and changed directions as soon as he could get ahold of her panty band. The skirt shot down, protecting her, but her panties also fell, all the way down her legs. Exercising poor judgment, she bent over to get them and this lifted her skirt enough for a little bit of athletic tennis girl ass to be seen. Shouts of approval at that made her blush and stand right back up. While that happened the Breeze had stolen the torn skirt off the curvy blonde again. He tossed it over the fence. The Gust almost followed it, but this time he recognized it as the delaying tactic it was so he left it out of reach and left the screaming blonde bottomless. The Breeze went after another skirt but the Gust arrived when he did, counteracting his force so that it stayed on and didn't even fly up. A top was protected, then another skirt. The Breeze was furious at being stymied three times in a row after he had so expertly maneuvered around his enemy. The bench that had the women trapped was moved just far enough that one by one they could slide out. First was the light haired brunette. The Breeze pushed her skirt up, knowing that the Gust would work against him. Even with that help though she stopped, blocking the way out, as she held it down. The Breeze flowed up, still trying to lift that skirt, but also subtly invading the top above it. It was hard to do without the Gust noticing but he got it done. Suddenly, pulling himself altogether in a remarkable maneuver that swept under his opponent's efforts, the Breeze was carrying and ripping the woman's upper garments. The Gust fought it but the Breeze had torn them too expertly. They flew up and off of her as she stood, silently shocked and covering her bare tits a few moments too late to keep them from the view of the men around. Instead of blowing that top away, the Breeze threw it back into the tennis court, right at the bottomless blonde who, of course, immediately used it to cover her brown bush. "Give me that!" the sweet brunette said as she tried to get back in. Two other women were in her way though, so determined to get out that they blocked each other. The Gust was so furious with these silly women that he almost wanted to give up on them. The Breeze took that frustrating moment as an oppotunity for some fast maneuvering. He blew the torn top of the dark haired lady open, baring boobs again. The slimmer blonde had her skirt blown up though by now she didn't seem to care. The Gust was on that, forcing the skirt back down. In the resultant hullabaloo, that one woman, the only one with her clothes still intact, got out and rushed away. That was a small loss though. The Breeze still had three other lovely females to embarrass. In quick order he attacked, always just one half step ahead of the Gust. Dark hair had her top opened yet again and that brought out a wonderful scream of helplessness as her beautiful boobs were exposed yet again for the now very audible crowd of men. The bottomless blonde, who was about to have the purloined top stolen from her, had her own top shot up and in that moment the biggest, bounciest tits on the tennis court were out for everyone to enjoy. Since she was struggling with her `friend' for the torn cloth being used as pussy cover, she couldn't even do anything about it. It was great. Two bare breasted beauties fighting over a small piece of torn cover. All that had happened in only a couple moments though and in the next moment the Breeze had burst the light haired girl's skirt and panties both down to her knees. The resultant shriek was wonderful. She was nearly nude now, bare boobs, bare butt and bare beaver right out in public! She stopped fighting for her top and struggled to get her bottoms up. It took her several seconds to do. Several seconds during which her pretty little boobs, tight little bum and petitely trimmed brown bush were all on display to the hooting and hollering audience. Of course while she was busy getting as recovered as she could the Breeze was on the cury blonde again. The Gust tried to help her but the fabric she was holding over her muff was just too easy for the Breeze to pull away. She screamed wonderfully and with one hand over her lower body, she tried to pull her top back down over her nice big tits. Both of the women started running to the exit. They were the only ones left now and the Breeze started after them but only as a bluff. The moment he knew the Gust was moving, he doubled back to gain a second or two for his next victim's stripping. In a race for the next attractive woman, what he found was a lovely long haired brunette who was twenty at the very most. She had nice long legs leading up to a slim, delicious figure, outlined in very tight clothes. The Breeze swept into her shorts, knowing that their form hugging appeal had to have more than a few eyes directed at her pert though surprisingly full bottom. The sudden sensation of the Breeze in her shorts made her stop in midstep and look down but no sooner had she reacted, than the Breeze had burst outward with great force that popped the seams of those shorts and carried them off of her. She let out a yelp and threw her hands over the front of her underwear. That reflex wasn't the right one considering that it was a thong and her beautiful buns were now bared to the world! In the next moment her hands were behind her but too late as a few cheers and whistles sounded. The covering was futile anyway, as her hands were slim and her derrierre wasn't! The Breeze had swept around again, having tossed the rended shorts away, and he invaded her top this time. She felt it and let out a tremulous, "Oh no." The Gust had arrived already though and had followed the Breeze into her shirt. She was trotting along, trying to keep her butt covered as two elemental forces fought for dominance of her attire. The Breeze tried to force enough pressure to burst the top or at least sever the seams but the Gust was able to parry it with his own pressure. The Breeze was stronger by now but not enough to tear the clothes against the Gust's counterforce. The bizarre ripple within that top would have attracted a lot of attention if the gorgeous exposure of that lower body weren't demanding it all. The Breeze, desperate not to lose this struggle began swirling around quickly, twisting the top tight. After a moment of that, a loud rip was heard as one side of the shirt started to give way. "NO! NO!" The screams only got more attention to the lovely bare assed lady as she started moving faster in search of some shelter. She darted inside a building, hoping to find a restroom or something to take refuge in, but none were immediately evident. With wide eyed desperation, she asked a sales woman, "Where are your restrooms?" Talking to a frightened, somewhat undressed young woman with a shirt that moved and seemed to tear on it's own should have confused the woman beyond the ability to answer. Instead, she gave the typical answer, "It's for employee use only." The wind ravaged girl rushed back out to get to the next door. With a loud rip, her shirt nearly parted company from her body. Two shoulder straps were all that were holding it in place and that made the bra underneath very easy to see for anyone at her sides. "No no no no no!" The young woman rushed into another store and there were plenty of people around to see. "Help me!" The Breeze at this point blew over her back, seemingly to slip her torn shirt off. The Gust swirled over and out of it to keep it down. The Breeze's maneuver had been a feint though and he kept moving over her shoulders, down to the front of the bra where the clasp was. With the Gust outside the cloth, there was nothing to keep the Breeze from popping that open and spreading it wide. The front of that shirt was plastered down over her breasts by the Gust but the strange spectacle of the bra popping out from it had people pointing, whispering and a few of them laughing. A woman with a name tag offered the girl some assistance, "The dressing rooms are this way." She led the way, but slowly, needing, out of curiosity, to keep an eye on the shifting, tearing clothing. The Breeze's misdirection continued as they walked. It was in fact only a step beyond that point that he took advantage of the Gusts's business with the shirt to renew his attack on her thong. He swept it down her legs quickly and the lovely young thing let out a shriek of terror as her shaved pussy was exposed. She threw one hand over it, without even breaking stride, and that left her wonderful buns entirely bare for the lucky people behind her. The Gust of course, exhausted by trying to keep up with the Breeze, started blowing that thong back up, a welcome, if strange experience for the girl. The moment that underwear started climbing though, the Breeze flew up and carried her shirt like a pair of sails upward, baring a glorious pair of firm young titties as the cloth left her body. She shrieked momentarily and finally made it into the women's dressing rooms. The Breeze instantly left her there and the Gust followed him. At that moment, the Gust realized that he was indoors. It was a big place but still, he couldn't maintain himself in here. Survival instinct kicking in, he flew away but the Breeze was content inside. Unlike the Gust, or practically any sentient wind, he had developed the power of indoor survival. He took advantage of having a private playground without the Gust's interference. He spotted two attractive women that could use his services and he set about embarrassing them both. The first was a delightful thirty something with light blonde hair and a figure that was curvy or modest depending on which angle you viewed it from. The Breeze wondered what it would like exposed, so he swept into her clothes carefully. She felt the odd sensation but didn't know what to make of it as the Breeze crawled through every bit of clothing she had. She wasn't far from the dressing rooms herself and he didn't want her getting to shelter before she was sufficiently stripped. Besides that, he wanted the practice at fast stripping for his war with the Gust. Once he was ready, every seam and thread invaded, he burst away from her body in every direction. In an instant, every bit of clothing was torn from her beautiful body. As it turned out she was curvy, if not exactly voluptuous. Her tits were perfect mediums and the lines of her body, her waist, were poetic, running down to a wonderfully round bare ass and a bright blonde bush. It was a lot of detail to take in for a moment but that was a long moment of quiet, wide eyed wonder as she stared down at her own nakedness. Then with a long, unbelievably well pitched scream, she threw her arms uncomfortably in front of herself. Surprisingly, she didn't rush away immediately. She looked around coyly and blushed as she carefully arranged her arms for the maximum amount of coverage. Then another woman grabbed her arm and rushed her toward the shelter of the dressing room. The Breeze looped happily. Outside, looking in furiously, the Gust waited for his enemy to leave. One more woman would get the treatment before that would happen though. Another wonderful blonde, but of a darker shade, taller and more tan was still laughing at his last victim. The Breeze swept into her clothes. She had on a pair of slacks that kept anyone looking from truly enjoying any of her lower body. He fixed that with a forceful downard burst that had her pants past her knees, plain white panties on display. With a yelp she shot down and grabbed them and pulled them back up. Looking around, she saw, much to her dismay, that she wasn't fast enough to keep her underwear from view. Grins all around had her heart pounding too fast to decide what to do. Then her pants shot down, out of her grip, falling past her knees again, this time accompanied by her panties. "Oh no, not me!" But it was happening. Her dark, sparse bush made it clear that that natural looking hair color of hers was anything but natural. She tried momentarily to pull up both underwear and pants together but found it too slow. Those eternal moments gifting the other shoppers with a longer view of her pussy. Once the panties were almost back where they belonged though, the Breeze popped the buttons of her blouse free and carried it with amazing speed down her arms. This was at the moment that she was pulling up the back of her panties, so it was positioned right at her wrists. With his cyclone speed, the Breeze twisted the top around her arms to bind them behind her back. She realized she was trapped and the heavy, panicked breathing made her body, especially that full, brassiered chest, move enchantingly. She couldn't run with her pants partway down, but she did her best, making for the same dressing rooms that the other two women had taken refuge in. She made it only two steps before her pants were blown all the way to her ankles, turning her walk to a short stepped shuffle. "Oh, oh, ooh, ooOOooH!" Everyone around her was pointing and laughing. A few camera phones were clicking away and it was about to get much worse. As he had before, the Breeze put her panties down, this time as far down her legs as her pants, it slowed her walk even further and bared her gorgeous ass and sexy pussy to everyone as she whimpered and kept on moving. Finally, the Breeze unsnapped her bra and dropped it so that her boobs, perfect boobs, big but not too big, firmly positioned and proportioned, were as bare as the rest of her privates. The Breeze knew that the Gust was just outside, fuming at these attacks that were out of his reach. Unfortunately, there were no more Breeze worthy bodies here, so he prepared to go outside and rejoin the struggle with his enemy. Strengthened further by the two defenseless strippings inside, the Breeze was able to push his way past the Gust and begin searching out a new target. The Gust gave chase but found it hard to keep up. The Breeze, relying on his superior speed, went for a series of quick strippings. He was fortunate that there were several strip worthy women in range. A young blonde's skirt flew up baring her thong clad buns. Next a red head's a sleeveless top was burst down baring her pretty little gems as she shrieked. A tall, devilishly attractive black lady had her shirt buttons burst fast and with no bra underneath, her big jugs caught a lot of eyes before she angrily held her top closed. The Gust was starting to get close again, but a pair of pretty women had their shorts dropped before he could reach them. One had pretty light green panties and the other a very narrow thong that let everyone behind her see her tight buns for several seconds before she had her pants back up. At that point the Breeze had time for only one more before his enemy might reach him. This lovely, slim, tall innocently pretty brunette was wearing a dress with very small shoulder straps, straps that the Breeze could easily snap. Both of them popped before she realized it, then the Breeze blew her entire dress down to her ankles. She let out a soft but thoroughly embarrassed moan as her body, clad now only in panties, turned every head nearby. The Breeze left her there, crouched down, trying to pull her dress back up over her body with hand while the other arm covered her breasts. The Gust had finally reached him and it was time for a struggle again. The Breeze and the Gust rushed side by side, leaving a wake of fluttering papers and debris. Then they both spotted the women destined to be their next battleground. A pair of pretty thirty somethings that had to be sisters. They looked much alike, both with charming cute faces and well proportioned, round boobed bodies. One was a light brunette though and the other a blonde. The Breeze swept to the blonde first since she was wearing a skirt. He blew it up to give a panty peek to the people around but only a momentary one as the Gust countered that by forcing it back down. The Breeze switched to the brunette and took her blouse upward, baring the bra. Again the peek was only momentary. Both women looked at each other in surprise, not certain if they should blush or chuckle. The Breeze switched again and twirled around the skirt, lifting it partway. This feint, that again gave only a momentary panty peek, was really meant to cover the act of loosening the zipper a bit. Back to the brunette, the Breeze flew inside the top to burst something. The Gust followed him in and the resulting billowing of the top attracted attention. It was a strange sight as the top seemed pushed in one spot then another for several moments before the Breeze finally found a spot that the Gust wasn't protecting. He couldn't overcome the Gust enough to pop the buttons, but he could snap one of the shoulders. The fabric popped there and the Gust had to act fast to keep it from falling. The sudden break of her top prompted the lady to say, "I think we should get inside." The Breeze though, before that could be resopnded to, had gotten ahold of the waistband of the blonde's skirt. Before the Gust could get to him, since it was already partly undone, the Breeze had it blown downward. It dropped, leaving the woman's lower half protected only by her panties. She squawked and demanded, "Suzy! Help me!" as she bent down to grab her skirt. The Gust had caught it, so it hovered just below her knees where she could reach it easy. This of course gave the Breeze the chance to attack the other woman again. He was in her top again and this time, without the Gust's immediate interference, there was nothing to keep him from bursting the buttons of her top and blowing her bra downward, the clasp of it having been undone in the prior top fight. The resulting scream brought the Gust rushing to her, but he couldn't help her. She was open mouthed with her hands covering her tits. In a moment she was struggling to pull her clothes back in place. Right after that another struggle for the skirt began. Both of the winds were fighting over it as it swayed. Then the Breeze got ahold of the panties as well and the Gust gave up on the skirt. It dropped but the panties didn't. The Gust kept the Breeze from blowing them down. However, he couldn't completely save them from damage as one side snapped. The woman's reflexes grabbed the front of those broken panties before they fell enough to bare anything. She grabbed her skirt up and once she had it in place, she got ahold of her witlessly embarrassed sister and started pulling her along to safety. This kept the brunette from using both hands to keep her top together and the Breeze was able to give the attentive men around another titty peek before the Gust could stop him. Then the Breeze, instead of switching targets, surprised the Gust by simply blowing downward, taking the Brunette's pants down to her knees and slowing the unfortunate women. The brunette pulled her arm out of her sister's grasp so that she could pull her pants up, her broken top and bra falling away from her pretty round tits as she did so. Her sister urged her, "Suzy! Hurry up!" But she screamed in the next instant as her skirt was torn off. Due to the damaged clothing, the Breeze had the upper hand again. Despite his desperation, the Gust was just not able to keep the Breeze from tearing off the torn top, then the torn panties, then the broken bra. In only a few seconds one woman was topless and the other bottomless. They ran away and the Gust followed to help, but the Breeze was ready to move on. He would have loved to strip them further but he knew that it would be another hard struggle and he wanted to defeat the Gust while the Gust was weakening. The Gust's sense of purpose was only held together by desperation at this point and without that, his form would lose cohesion. He knew it. The Breeze knew it. It was time, the Breeze decided, to play a truly will breaking stunt on this meddlesome do gooder. He attuned his senses to finding the perfect girl for his spin trick. When he found her he was very pleased. Dark hair, light skin, very sexy. She was wearing sunglasses, an off the shoulder top and a loose skirt. The Breeze didn't dive right away. Instead he curled himself up into a ball and begun to spin as rapidly as possible. He timed his move so that the Gust could see what he what he was up to. Then the back of the woman's skirt was caught in his spinning force and it wound up so that her lovely buns in their sexy orange thong were bared. The Breeze looped away and prepared for another spinning strip trick. The Gust saw how tightly wrapped the back of that skirt was. There was no way it could be undone quickly, so he let the woman struggle with it on her own. Desperately. The Breeze meanwhile was moving for the front of the skirt. The Gust set up a counter spin to protect her though. For a moment she felt the front of her skirt caught in the competing winds and she held onto it. She could never have kept it out of the Breeze's grasp on her own, but with the Gust's considerable help, it stayed where it should. That of course left her bare ass on display while that little duel played out. The Breeze looped away again and the Gust let out some wheezing boasts. While the hapless woman worked the back of her skirt again, the Breeze moved toward her top. The Gust of course kept pace in order to help her maintain her dignity. What surprised him was the Breeze's sudden surrender. They fought for that top for only a fraction of a second when the Breeze flew away quickly. The Gust was spinning too fast to stop and as a result he himself had her top wound up tight above her breasts! She had no bra on so her splendidly curved wonders were right out there for every eye to feast on. Her fingers tore at her shirt to get it back down but it couldn't be quickly done. The Gust was mortified. The Breeze had tricked him into baring this woman. It was all too much for him. Cursing his luck, he flew away, dissipating until he was little more than a puff of air. The Breeze flew a few loops and spins to celebrate his victory, then he determined to finish the job of baring this lovely lady. Her fingers were working frantically to get her top free of itself and dropped back over her breasts where it belonged. A few catcalls had sounded and a camera or two had saved the moment for posterity. "Oh! OooH!" Her buns were still out in the open and it would take several seconds at the very least for her to cover her tits. The Breeze did his spin trick again, running a circuit all the way around her skirt until the entire thing was in a narrow bunch around her waist, leaving her lower body protected ony a thong. She stopped her clothes fixing a moment, too panicked to know what to do. The Breeze took that opportunity to rewind her top again tightly so that her tits would stay out in the open where he wanted them. Finally she realized that she had been standing in place, body bared out in public. With a soft moan that crescendoed into a high pitched shriek, she started to trot away as fast as her fancy shoes could carry her with her hands over her boobs. This lasted only twenty footsteps or so before the Breeze had burst her underwear down to her knees. Now not only were her tits and ass exposed, her nicely trimmed bush was on display as well! Unable to run, she continued a cautious walk as she grabbed them to pull them up. The Breeze spun around them so fast that they tightened up around themselves and pulling them became so difficult that the poor woman could barely waddle along as men stared, some keeping pace with her to get a continuing eyeful. Though the Gust was gone, the Breeze still wasn't quite finished yet. Fate would reward him further for his triumph with one final stripping. It wasn't long before he found his next victim. She was a lovely, slim blonde in jean shorts and a small red top who was already putting on a show for the locals. She knew that everyone liked to watch her when she washed her car. What she didn't know was that today she would be giving the best show she ever had. The Breeze also noted that a lot of eyes were on this pretty young woman, so he didn't need to do anything to attract attention. He could dive right in and be assured that nothing would be missed by the audience of greedy neighborhood eyes. For starters, the Breeze just wound his way up her body from her ankle all the way up until her hair flew fetchingly. This was noticed by and commented on by an ephemeral voice that only the Breeze could hear. The water hose itself had been imbued with a primal intelligence having taken part in this sexy ritual so many times. It wanted very much to help and with the direction and support of the Breeze's magical strength, it would have more fun than it ever had before. The Breeze slipped along the hose and helped it kink itself so that the water died down to a small trickle. Predictably, with all too human foolishness, the pretty blonde looked directly at the hose. At that moment the kink was undone and the water pressure was boosted up more than should have been possible. With a shriek of surprise the lovely lady's face, hair and top were soaked before the water hose fell and resumed it's normal flow. She heard a few chuckles and she knew there would be inaudible comments at the way her top now clung to her. With a grimace she got back up and resumed washing, though with less enthusiasm than before. When she bent over the car (a favorite moment of all of her neighbors) the Breeze struck. From inside her jean shorts he burst the back seam, splitting her pants. "Oh!" She shot up and spun in place, one hand over the clothing mishap. Now that she was facing everyone, the Breeze burst her top open. Pretty, pretty, firm tits that everyone had imagined were now bared for real. Her yelp was one of shock more than embarrassment as she clutched her top back closed again. Then, realizing that so many people she knew had just gotten a good look at her tits, she blushed deeply. She started to sidle off but oddly, she noticed that the water hose was looped around one of her ankles. She kicked to get it off so that she could move unimpeded, but it seemed almost to hold on tighter. The Breeze took the moment of her distraction to get ahold of her shorts and with a surge of power, he burst the zipper open and had them down a little past her knees. Her panties were adorable and some laughs and cheers sounded at the sight. Her eyes opened wide and she struggled to get her shorts back up and kick at the water hose on her ankle all without letting go of her torn top. It wasn't until they were almost all the way back up when she felt the odd sensation of the Breeze winding around them. Then with another sudden burst, the Breeze had torn her shorts completely along every seam, leaving her holding a few scraps of denim, her underwear exposed again. Before she had time to realize that that had actually happened, the water hose let loose another unnaturally powerful spray of water that soaked her panties. Too late, she put her hands in front of that stream until it died down again. While the hose had soaked her, the Breeze had worked his way into her top. With a terrible rip, it parted from her body, putting her tits on show again, in fact, leaving her clad in nothing but a pair of thoroughly wet panties. This time her noise was not just yelp or squeal, it was a full blown, shrill scream of panic. Then her hands clapped over her boobs and she turned to get away. The hose of course wasn't about to let her escape that easily. She tripped, though was spared a painful impact by a quick updraft from the Breeze. Furious, she struggled to get back to her feet, but, against any normal odds, the hose had also managed to loop itself around one of her wrists. It was a comedy worthy of a silent movie as she fought to free herself from the grasp of an inanimate object while it continued to give her regular sprays of cold water. Everyone stared and smiled as her gorgeous body was seen from varying angles, on her back, on all fours, in various sitting stances and so on. Finally she pulled free and stood, but in that very moment, when she almost felt a small victory, the Breeze separated her from her panties. Her sexy smooth pussy was visible only a moment before she put one hand over it and ran to her front door, her lovable bare buns moving delightfully. Her trouble still wasn't over though. Before he had started with her, the Breeze had carefully worked his way into the lock so that it couldn't be opened. After pulling with all her strength at the latch for a few seconds, the naked, blushing cutie turned with one arm over her tits and one hand over her beaver. No one made any pretense of looking away. What could she do? Nothing really except panic and point out the obvious. "I'm naked! I'm naked! Oh my god! Is that a camera?" One of her neighbors had a habit of filming her discreetly during her car washes but this time he had gotten bold enough not only to do it openly but to get close to the action. "Stop it! Turn that off!" But another neighbor shouted, "Can I have a copy, Frank?" "Sure. Everyone gets one. Ten bucks a copy." His work here finished, the Breeze looped away and, like his defeated opponent, began to die down. He was happy with his efforts though and well satisfied in the knowledge that even against another elemental force, his mission to strip and embarrass beautiful women would continue.