...a pretty blonde girl. She started to scream madly, as could be expected from someone whose clothes suddenly disappeared on a busy street. She crouched down against a wall on the sidewalk, doing her best to keep herself covered between the wall on her back and the purse in front of her. People started to look at her in shock. The poor girl looked like she wanted to die.
I looked down the street and saw a pair of beat cops turning the corner, walking towards her. I didn't want her to get into trouble, so I wished that I had a large overcoat, one large enough to cover her, in my hands. It appeared instantly. I was quite amazed at the power of this ring. I ran across the street as quickly as I could. I offered the coat to the girl, saying, "Here, put this on."
She looked at me quizzically, but seeing the cops slowly approaching us, she shot right up and wrapped herself in the coat as quick as she could. "Thanks," she said. A frown formed on her face. "Did you see--you know," she asked.
"Yes, I did," I admitted. "Well, first I heard you scream, then I looked and saw you trying to cover up. So I really didn't see much." I figured I lied in order to make sure she didn't have any ill feelings toward me.
"Lucky you had that coat," she said. "Seems like it's something unusual to have in April."
Whoops. It most assuredly was. It was a very mild day, in the 60s. This coat was meant for winter weather. "Well, I was actually taking it to the cleaners. I figured I don't have to worry about it getting dirty again for a while."
"Oh," she said. "Well that makes sense. Thank you very much," she said. "What's your name?" she asked.
"Joe," I said, extending my hand.
She took it and said, "My name is Kristy. Again, I can't say how grateful I am." Just then the cops walked past us. One of them seemed to make a sideways glance, but they kept walking without saying a word. They obviously couldn't see anything, so they didn't think anything was wrong. They more than likely thought it was odd she was wearing such a heavy overcoat.
With that problem out of the way, I wasn't sure what to do now. Something felt wrong inside of me. But I couldn't figure out what it was. It didn't even have anything to do with what the ring had done. It had to do with seeing this beautiful girl naked. I just now noticed that seeing her naked didn't turn me on. My penis hadn't gotten hard at all. I absent-mindedly ran my hands over my chest and felt something unexpected. My nipples were hard. The feeling had come back after all these months.