A shirt and a skirt

I began looking around to see if I could find any of Tina's clothes. There was nothing near the restroom, and a scan around the nearby tables didn't reveal anything obvious. I expanded my search further and finally spotted something hanging on the back of a chair at an empty table on the other side of the room. "I see the shirt," I whispered.

After several more seconds, the door to the bathroom finally opened, Tina darted toward the nearest table, dropping down to all fours as she reached it, and then we lost sight of her below. Soon, she emerged under the other side and quickly crawled to an adjacent table. Methodically, she managed to skitter under the empty and partially occupied tables without anyone noticing her. Finally, we saw her hand reach up and grab her shirt. Shortly after that she slid up into that chair now wearing her shirt while the tablecloth covered her lower half. Then Tina began scan the room again, looking for another garment. From the lack of reactions of the nearby students, no one had noticed anything so far.

After a bit more looking, I saw Tina's skirt hanging from the top of a tray return cart near the exit. The area was devoid of tables or other cover. "That's rather devious," I muttered. Tina must have seen it as well as she began looking in that direction trying to find cover. Suddenly, she did something unexpected. She slid back on her chair and grabbed an empty tray from the table behind her, and then slid it onto her lap. For a split second I could see her neatly shaved bush, but I doubted anyone else besides Stacy and I had noticed. The students at that table briefly looked toward her, but soon their eyes went back to other things of interest.

"Clever girl," Stacy exclaimed.

Next, Tina stood up while holding the tray sideways to shield her exposed pussy, and then she proceeded toward a table with another empty tray. Quickly, she grabbed that one, and began holding it in a similar way to hide her bare butt. A couple students at the next table seemed bewildered, no doubt wondering why she was grabbing trays and holding them against herself, but from their vantage point, it likely appeared as if she was wearing shorts or a short skirt behind the trays. They too lost interest after a few more seconds. Tina shuffled awkwardly toward the cart, and once she neared it she swiftly grabbed the skirt with her teeth and ducked down behind the frame. After a few more seconds, she stood up wearing the skirt and shirt, and then she neatly placed the trays into the cart.

"That should make it easier for her to search and find her panties" I stated to Stacy, but she just tilted her head and slightly raised her eyebrows as if to imply, 'Are you sure?'