Samantha and Harry Potter 4

Stripped For Florida: Samantha and Harry Potter 4

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Samantha and Harry Potter

by Willie B. Florida
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PART FOUR

The McCloud family sat exhausted in the corner of the cavernous lobby of their Universal Studios hotel. Jan and Harris, mom and dad to Sam, Rod and Mel, lay slumped against the rich maroon leather of the hotel couch. Across from them sat a very naked Sam, a quite naked Rod sporting a hard erection, and Mel--dressed in a turquoise green sleeveless dress that went to just above her knees.

After the potion incident it became readily apparent that no clothes would adhere to Sam's body. Every bit of fabric simply disintegrated or dissolved. They tried rayon and nylon, wool and cotton, polyester and even paper clothes. They had already had to argue their way out of several situations where the SFF Stripped For Florida sensors picked up that a naked girl wasn't properly microchipped. Naturally they splurged on yet another SFF fee before getting themselves in further trouble. Universal Studios customer relations insisted that they had never heard of the potions shop, nor even of the alleyway where the family had been when they visited it. More to the point, they claimed no responsibility for the incident and politely offered them a week of free tickets to compensate for any "mental distress."

With a child who could not wear clothes, the McClouds quickly realized that it would be impossible to return to Massachusetts until the dilemma was resolved. Florida may be understanding about accidental nudity incidents, but Massachusetts--liberal as it might be in some regards--was strictly opposed to public nakedness. They could not imagine how they would get Sam off a plane and back home without breaking a host of laws and paying multiple fines, even courting prison sentences. Instead of returning to Harry Potter World, or wandering through the rest of Universal, or visiting water parks and Epcot, the family had spent their time trying to get clothes to stay on Sam, getting the run around with Universal Studios, and finally hiring a personal injury and liability law firm. In spite of the long days of worry, Jan and Harris had insisted on Rod taking a regular daily dosage of pills. They had found him to be much less surly and miserable when kept erect. Given everything else going on, they didn't need a sullen child in tow. Realizing that the family was facing serious issues, Rod had meekly complied, swallowing his pill each day at breakfast and getting used to being hard all day long.

For her part, Sam was surprisingly unconcerned that she was nude. But, she worried that she was somehow at fault for messing up her family's entire life. "I should never have asked to take that potion," she said apologetically.

"How were you supposed to know," soothed her mother. "We were at a theme park, not a science lab!"

"Do they even have science labs like that?" asked Rod.

"I don't think so," replied his dad.

The family sat silently in the lobby, letting the swirl of tourists flow around them. The children had been in Orlando long enough to observe that nearly all tourist kids were stripped, and nearly every naked boy -- tourist or not -- was erect. Rod now knew it was because of the pills. The same ones he was on. He'd also watched enough to see that girls seemed to be aroused as well. He conferred with his older sister to confirm that his observations were on target: erect nipples, flushed skin, puffed up labia, not to mention girls suddenly grabbing onto posts and furniture as they gasped for breath.

Out of the blue Rod asked, "What was it you wanted so badly, anyway, that you agreed to bring us to Florida?"

"We were hoping to win a condo timeshare on the beach," their mother replied without any enthusiasm.

"A condo?!" Rod exclaimed. This was the first good news since Sam had lost her clothes. He looked around at his family. "You mean on the beach, where there's surfing?"

His father nodded wearily. "It seemed like a good idea at the time, but . . . " He spread his hands out in a gesture of resignation.

"But, a condo timeshare. Doesn't that mean we'd come to Florida every year?" Rod persisted.

"I don't even know how we're going back home," sighed his mother, "let alone come back to Florida."

"But . . . " Rod didn't know if he should say it or not. If Sam couldn't wear clothes, maybe they would just have to stay in Florida.

"How were you going to win a condo?" asked Sam. "Is it a contest? Did you already try?" She eyed Mel curiously. "Mel said she'd get us to Florida by finding something that you two wanted. We didn't believe her, but it worked really fast. Did she tell you about the contest?"

Mel suddenly looked down.

"She did!" exclaimed Rod, correctly reading his sister's reaction.

"So, when do you find out if you won?" Sam asked, pursuing her earlier line of questioning.

Jan looked at her husband. "I guess we could drive over and find out?"

"We'd have to . . . you know . . . " he countered.

"It would solve a lot of issues. Not everything . . . we might be able to stay for a while so we could work out the rest."

Husband and wife struggled to have a meaningful conversation without involving the kids in all the details. The cryptic discussion served to bring all three children to full attention.

"Sam can't go back home without clothes, can she?" Rod ventured to voice the first part of his thoughts.

"I'm really sorry. I really am!" Sam burst into tears. Her mother bundled the naked little girl into her arms, stroking her hair and soothing her.

"Mom, dad," Mel spoke hesitantly. "Are you thinking that Mel -- well, I mean, I know she wasn't actually stripped for, well, for forever, officially anyway -- but she is in effect. Anyway, are you thinking that would work for, you know . . . "

"Jan, I think we should make a few more phone calls." Her husband stood up and held out his arms for her. Jan slowly pulled herself off the couch. Harris drew her into a hug as she stood. "I've got a good feeling about this, honey," he said softly into her ear. She nodded. "Kids," their dad said, "why don't you go swimming in the pool while your mother and I take care of a few things."

Hours later the family ate dinner at the hotel's outdoor cafe overlooking the "water feature" -- a Florida term meaning a nicely landscaped pond designed to capture overflow run-off during a rainstorm. Jan and Harris had gone up to their room to have a conference about the future of their family, but ended up making love. The sex was all the more passionate as it was fueled by a mixture of frustration, desperation, love and hope. By the end of their lovemaking they were feeling a lot more grounded and were able to make a series of phone calls.

"Kids," announced their father. "We'll be traveling back to Cocoa Beach tomorrow morning. I think we'll have some good news when we get there."

"Dad . . . " began Mel.

"Tomorrow." Her father held up his hand.

"Will I be able to . . . " asked Rod. He stood up from the table and moved his tanned body in the motions of surfing. His hard erection wove this way and that with his movements.

"Not just yet."

"Are things ever going to be alright?" Sam looked on the verge of bursting into tears again.

"Absolutely, yes! Don't you worry pumpkin." Sam nodded at her father, unshed tears glistening in her eyes. A smile slowly crept over her face. Her father held out his arms and the nude girl crawled into his lap, where she stayed for the rest of the meal.

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(The End)