Walking home naked

December in new York is a time of parties. When there is snow blizzard and cold wind outside, young people gather in apartments for partying, drinking, smoking pot and doing sex.

This happened with Linda on the evening December 31st, 20xx. Linda went to the Central park with her best friend Sarah to celebrate New Year. They joined a crowd of people, mostly young and drunk, waiting for midnight. It was a cold night, with snow and wind. But that did not deter crowd of young New Yorkers from celebrating. Linda and Sarah met with two young men, who introduced themselves as Fred and Dick. Linda and Sarah introduced themselves too. Dick opened a bottle of sparkling wine and poured it into plastic cups. Soon they were standing, drinking Champagne from the plastic cups and cheering the new year. At half past 12, Fred suggested to go to his friend s home, where a company will gather to continue celebration and partying. The girls agreed to go with them too.

They went to Fred s apartment, took off their coats, and joined a crowd of young people already partying there. They did what young people usually do at such parties. They ate pizza, drunk wine, then martini, then smoke pot, then drunk vodka and tequila. By 1 pm they all became very drunk. A few drunk girls started undressing themselves and danced nude and started doing blowjobs to the guys.

Fred bent to Linda s ear, nibbled it with his lips and then whispered “Let s go with me”. Then he took Linda by the hand and led her to the bedroom. She went with him, walking slightly unsteady because of the alcohol she consumed. In the bedroom she stood in doggy pose, holding hands on a sofa for support. Fred pulled down her panties, unzipped his pants and took out his cock. It was long and hard already. He inserted his penis and started thrusting forward quickly. She moaned and giggled drunkenly. Then she turned to him, bent on her knees and took his penis in her mouth and played with it, helping with her hands to massage it. Fred rolled his eyes and groaned with pleasure. Then she lay on her back on a bed, and spread her legs wide. He penetrated her again, with his hard penis, thrust a few times and ejaculated inside her, panting loudly. She felt a stream of warm sperm inside her and screamed with first orgasm. He pulled his penis out and some drops of white liquid poured from her vagina on a bed. Then she closed her eyes and waited. In a few moments, another drunk man entered the room, unzipped his pants, and penetrated her with his long hard cock too. She moaned again and protested slightly, but the man kept thrusting penis inside her until he ejaculated inside her too. Then another man entered the room. She passed out with alcohol blackout. During that night at least seven men fucked and ejaculated inside her. She did not remember well how did that happen.

Linda woke up on a tile floor in a bathroom. She was naked. Tile floor was cold. Her face and vagina were covered with sperm. The word “Slut” was written on her forehead with a pink lipstick. She stood up, looked at her reflection in the mirror, and she immediately felt sick. She threw up into a sink, then she washed her face with a cold water and immediately felt better. She wiped word “Slut” with a towel and soap. Then she went into the living room, looking for her clothes and underwear.

Most party goers already left, only a few remaining drunk men slept on a sofa and on a chair. The room was in disarray. Party goers left empty bottles, food leftovers, feminine tampons and assorted pieces of clothes. Linda did not find her clothes or underwear and she did not want to put on someone s else clothes. She felt she needed a fresh air to clear her head. She took a cigarette and a lighter and walked out of the apartment door on a stairs, still naked and barefoot. She lit the cigarette and smoked, standing naked with her back against the wall. She felt lightheaded and she sat on a cold cement stairs with her baked butt.

She thought about the word that somebody wrote on her forehead. “May be I am a slut?” she thought, “But so what of it?” She thought for a moment longer. “May be it is my punishment?” she continued thinking, “Or may be it is my destiny to be a slut, to satisfy men, to give them pleasure, and get some pleasure for myself in return?”

Her mind cleared from the cold air. She felt cold on a stairs, she shivered, stood up and tried to get back to the apartment. But the apartment door was locked. She jerked the handle up and down, but the door did not bulge. She pressed the bell many times, and knocked the door with her hands until her fists started bleeding. But no one answered. Obviously the remaining residents were so drunk asleep they could not hear her much less open the door for her. She was alone on a cold stairs in the unfamiliar house on the 4th floor, in the middle of the night, on New Year. She tried ringing bells of the other doors on a floor, hoping that someone would help her. But other doors remained closed too. She sighed and rolled her eyes. “I guess I d have to go home naked, ” she decided. She slowly climbed down to the first floor. There was no one on a stairs. All doors were locked and no one opened. She opened the front door of a house and stepped outside, into the cold night. She stepped barefoot on a snow, then yelped and tried to jump back into the relatively warmer staircase. But the heavy still door closed shut and locked behind her with a metal clank. She had no way to get back.

The cold was excruciating. She winced and shivered form chill, hugging her body with her hands to stay warmer. Her feet were in 4 inches of fresh snow.

It was a snow storm that night, with the cold wind and wet snow. See YouTube video of a snow storm in New York in the night like that

https://www. youtube. com/watch?v=YoasJLe8L9g

She walked from the house to the corner of a street, keeping face down from the wind. She glanced around and recognized the place where she was. She stood on the corner of 67th street and 1st Avenue.

It was early morning, approximately 5 o clock. The street was empty. No one walked this time of the night. A few rare cars passed by on the snow covered street.

She tried to stop some car to possibly hitchhike the ride home. The drivers of a passing cars saw a crazy looking naked woman who jumped and waved her hands on a side of a road. Some blew their horns. But no none stopped. She looked apparently drunk and no one wanted to deal with a strange drunk woman at night on New York street. She got angry and threw a large snowball into the back of a passed car. But that won t help. She was standing alone and naked on a street, in a snow storm.

She thought “I can walk home from here. Just walk half a mile along the 67th street, then cross the Central Park, then a few more blocks until the Columbus Avenue, and then I would be almost home. I can manage that. I am a tough woman. ”

“It s not too bad, ” she thought. “I have been through worse. ”

She had her share of alcohol and d**g use before. She was in an alcohol rehab once or twice. But that does not make her a bad person, right? Now she stayed mostly clean, except of occasional partying. She slept often with different men, rarely more then two times with the same man again. Linda was obviously a slut. But that does not make her a bad person, either. Do you agree? She was not a bad person, just misguided. She did not have a center in her life, and she looked for one.

That s what she though when she walked along the empty street, wincing and shivering from cold, dragging her bare feet through the fresh snow. Linda felt her feet were terribly cold at first, then she felt as if her feet soles were hot, then in 5 minutes she stopped feeling her feet at all, her soles become completely numb. She shivered and sneezed a few times, wiping her nose with a back of her hand.

The street was almost empty, except of a few early morning pedestrians and cars passed by. Passersby looked at her astoundingly, but most said nothing and kept their distance from the strange naked drunk woman. This was New York and people were used to see almost anything.

Some used their cellphones and took pictures or videos of her walking. She did not care. She did not have enough strength to protest.

Someone made this video with her, through the window, when she walked on a snow street in a blizzard and uploaded it later on YouTube.

One hardy man worked with a large shovel, cleaning a side walk from snow. He looked at her in a disbelieve, shook his head and continued his work without saying a word.

A homeless man sat on street, with his back against the wall. He was dressed in a nylon winter jacket with a hood, and warm pants and boots, and he wrapped himself with a piece of tarp or blanket to protect from wind. When he saw naked Linda he smiled.

“Hello, sister, ” he said in a low voice, “you sure chose a bad night for walking naked. Aren t you cold to the bone?”

“Hello, yourself” she said weakly. She rub her body with her hands trying to warm it, crouching from wind, and covering her vagina with one hand. “I am frozen badly. And what about yourself, sitting by the wall on the street all night, aren t you get cold too?”

“I am all right here, ” answered the homeless man, “I used to sitting here on this corner every night. I have plenty warm clothes on me. ”

“Only I need more booze to keep me occupied and warm through the night, ” he added, “Do you happen to have a few dollars to give me for the booze, sister?”

“You see, I don t have money or anything on me, ” she replied.

“I s all right, sister, ” said the man, “is there anything I can help you with? I would give you some of my clothes, but I need it too, you see. ”

“Will you give me a cigarette? “ she asked tiredly.

“Sure, ” he said and handed her a cigarette and a lighter. She lit a cigarette and then stood smoking it for a few minutes. She felt better from the cigarette smog, and her shivers and chills subsided for a moment. She finished smoking, coughed, dropped a cigarette butt, then she said, “thank you, I have to get moving, or I ll freeze here. “

“There is a homeless shelter not far from here, you know, ” said man, “they usually full and don t service at night. But they would not turn down a woman in need. ”

“No, thank you, ” she said, “I am not far from home. ”

And she continued walking.

Soon she got to the Central Park alley. She had to cross the central park now. Normally she would avoid going through Central Park and that time, but now she did not care. She just need to cross it on a shortest path. She walked along the alley in Central Park, with snow covered trees and benches. She did not notice much of it now as she was frozen and half conscious already.

Suddenly a lonely policeman appeared in front of her. He looked at the naked woman who walked unsteadily along the park alley. He approached her, blocking her way and said loudly to her “Could you stop for a second, mam?”

She staggered for a moment and looked up at the policemen.

“Why are you not dressed?” he said, “do you require any assistance?”

“No, ” she said, “I am just walking home, please let me go. ”

“Mam, it is a violation of law in State of New York to go naked on a streets. ” the policemen said. “You can be fined up to $100 or placed in jail for that. ”

She sighed and said nothing. She knew from a past experience that if a policeman focused his attention on you, he would not let you go easily. He would either arrest you for something or question and then release if you prove innocent.

“What s your name and address, mam?” he asked sternly.

Poor Linda stood in front of a policemen, shivering, and covering her boobs and vagina with her hands.

The policeman opened his protocol notebook, took a pencil and started writing, filling in a protocol form. “What s your age?” “What s your phone number?” he asked.

It took him unusually long time to fill the form, and Linda thought he did it that slow on purpose.

Then the policeman said that he intended to put a handcuffs on her hands and then to escort Linda to a police department for arrest and questioning. He said they would give her clothes.

But Linda protested. She said sobbing, “I cannot walk to the police department. I am naked, I am frozen, don t you see!” she sobbed. ‘The nearest police station is at least one mile away. I would freeze on the way to there. And the whole town would see me naked and take pictures of me. ”

All right, said policemen, “you may go home, but you will receive a ticket and you will pay fine for violation. ” He did not want to hurt a poor naked woman indeed, and he would not want to be accused of cruelty later. So he let her go. Policemen looked at her back and naked butt while she walked away and shook his head.

Poor Linda kept walking along the alley, then on a city street, frozen and half conscious. She did not feel cold any more, did not look at the houses and at the pedestrians on the street. She was in such hypothermia state when everything was blurred. She missed her intersection and continued walking straight along the 67th street, staggering sometimes.

A little more and she would certainly fell and pass out and may be die on a street of hypothermia. But a stroke of luck finally happen to her.

A man walked toward her on a street. He looked at her astonishingly and recognized Linda. He was one of her men. Not a boyfriend of cause, just and acquaintance with whom she shared a bed a few times in her small apartment. But he remembered a woman that he met in a bar and had a few night stands. He rushed to her, and held her by the elbow.

“Linda, is that you? What happen? Why are you naked?”

“Live me alone, ” she said weakly. ”I am going home. ”

“But your home is the other way, ” he said, “you are going away from it. ”

“I did not see that, ” she said, looking around.

“Come on, I will walk you home, ” he said. Luckily, he remembered where Linda lived.

He took off his coat and put it on Linda s shoulders, then took her by the elbows and directed her to her home. She did not protest. She thought may be that man knows. And even if not, he would probably take her to his home which was fine by Linda. Any place where it is warm.

He helped her to walk home, went with her in the elevator, then asked her what is her apartment number. She said it was 87. She was correct. When they got up on a 8th floor on elevator, they got out and looked at the door. “Where is your key?” he asked. She looked at him incomprehensibly, then looked down on a door mat. He searched under her door mat and found a key. He opened the door and helped her to get inside. She nearly collapsed on a chair. He covered her with a large blanket and waited patiently. She sat there without moving or saying a word for a long time, so he began worrying. Then she looked around, and recognized her room. She sat straight, then she asked

“Can I have a cigarette?”

*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author s imagination.

But the YouTube video of a half naked woman on a street is real, someone made it in New York during a snow storm. Half naked woman walks bare foot in New York blizzard.