A little surprise

A quick pain, almost like a bug bite, came from her backside. This startled her, and she let out a little pee. Luckily her panties were black. She turned to look as she was squeezing between the guys, and she saw a hand move away from her butt.

“Did someone just pinch my butt?!” She squeaked, alerting some guys to look at her in this awkward position between the four men. She squeezed past the other two, using her hand to propel herself a bit. She failed to notice where her hand was placed, however, and grabbed the man’s “sensitives”. She could tell he had a boner but didn’t want to think about it. She blushed yet again.

Finally she made it to the front door. She peered through the glass as if she thought no one would be outside. Fortunately (for us) she was wrong and there were people all around. She opened the door and walked out to the sidewalk, where there were pedestrians all over the place and cars driving by. To make matters worse, she realized she had her back turned to the glass window. She turned around and saw all the men from the conference absolutely salivating over the sight of her near-naked rear. They were waiting for her to pass through.

Lea huffed and scowled as she used her hand and arm to cover what little she could of her behind. This is the best example I have of what that looked like:

(Credit to the artist I’m sorry I can’t find your name!)

Lea walked toward the crosswalk, still doing her best to keep her covering her butt (it wasn’t really working). A car zoomed past and the wind it blew made her very conscious of how little fabric there was between her nipples and the air. As she approached the crosswalk, she couldn’t help but think how she went from a confident, sexy, influencer, and Passes model, to being humiliated and exposed in broad daylight in the middle of the city.

Waiting at the stoplight crosswalk, she whispered, “Please fucking change I need to cross!” This did not help her case of looking like a lunatic to the many pedestrians around her.

With people looking her up and down in their cars, on the sidewalk, and next to her waiting for the light to change, it felt like an hour before it finally did. Her bladder was practically screaming by this point, and she couldn’t keep her hands off her crotch. This partially worked as cover for her panties.

She finally approached the theater, but she noticed a huge problem right away.