About as well as the rest of your day

You sprinted through the terminal, not even bothering to cover, hoping that if your fast enough no one will get a good look. Your face burned with every woman you passed. You weren't sure if there were more women than usual here today or if you were just hyper-aware of them. Finally you reached your gate.

"Are you still boarding?" you desperately asked the attendant.

"We are" she answers. "Can I see your ticket?"

You hand it over, belatedly covering yourself as best as you can with your hands.

"And can I see your ID?" she asked with a smile. You stared at her dumbfounded. "I guess not. I did get a call from security about you. I guess I can let you on without an ID, but you'll have to write a quick testimonial explaining what happened."

You went even redder as she handed you a clipboard and you were **** to uncover. You could feel her gaze on your hard cock as you tried to put into words what had happened

<i> I was going through security, trying to rush to catch my flight on time, when the agents discovered a potential problem with my clothing. I declined a private room and opted to remove my clothing in the line to save time. During a subsequent cavity search another passenger presumedly stole my belongings leaving me to board my plane without my clothes or possessions.</i>

There was absolutely no what to write it that didn't make you look like a total idiot, or make it look like you were exposing yourself intentionally. Cringing you reluctantly signed it and handed back the clip board, only then noticing a crowd of women had gathered to stare.

Finally you were waved in to board and you immediately noticed the plane was filled with young women in cappa phi nu mu t-shirts. These couldn't be the same women from earlier. You had sprinted here. This must have been a different group. Maybe from a different school? There were several women's colleges nearby.

A Stewardess looked at your ticket at directed you to the very back of the plane. groaning that you would have to walk pass every single passenger you started along your way. None of the women were shy about starring and a couple even reached out and gave your rear a pinch as you passed by. Finally you made it to the back, but you couldn't find your seat. They all seemed to be occupied. Another stewardess noticed your confused and looked at your ticket. She giggled and told you your seat was actually right in the front of the plane. You started the long trek back, and this time the women were even bolder, with every third or fourth reaching out for a pinch, or a squeeze, or a slap.

When you finally reached your seat you hoped your ordeal was over. Unfortunately you had a middle seat between two particularly attractive women, also both in sorority shirts. They introduced themselves happily, but you shut down the conversation quickly. A third stewardess came by to check your seatbelt, insisting that you raise your hands, to the delight of the women on either side of you.

The flight passed in relative peace. The women to either side of you were obvious friends, and they kept leaning over you to chat with one another, constantly brushing your bare skin with there clothing, an obvious reminder of your nudity. Worse the close contact seemed to keep your arousal levels high and your erection stuck around. Every time a stewardess passed by your seat she insisted on checking you and your companions seatbelts, forcing you to uncover each time. As the flight progressed you noticed women in other aisles timing walks to and from the bathroom in order to sneak peeks during this inspections.

Finally you landed. Disembarking was slow and allowed several women great opportunity to squeeze and caress your bare ass, but once you got off the plane you managed to break free from the crowd and run towards baggage claim covering yourself feebly with your hands.

You made it to the luggage carousel before anyone else on your flight, but you didn't see your suitcase. You waited patiently as case after case conveyed past you. Soon the ladies from your flight made it, and grabbed their luggage one by one, leaving you naked and alone watching an empty carousel. Eventually an employee approached you.

"What happened to you" she asked.

"It's a long story. I can't find my luggage" you answered.

"I meant why are you naked it the airport!" she said.

You gave her an abridged account of your day. You could tell she was fighting back laughter at your predicament.

"Alright" she said. "Give me your name and I'll look up your bags."

You give her your name and she types it into her tablet.

"I'm sorry sir. It looks like your luggage was accidentally sent to Pheonix." she said, failing to hide a smile. "We should be able to get it shipped here in a day or two. If you give me the name of the hotel I can have it forwarded."

"Can you give me anything to wear?" you asked "I don't even know how I can get to my hotel like this."

"We don't really have any clothing" she answered, "but given your situation I can have the airline comp a cab ride to the hotel"

It was better than nothing. You gave her the name of the hotel.

"Hi Cloe, you aren't going to believe what just happened. This man let himself get stripped bare ass naked by airport security, then got his clothes stolen and took his flight naked, and then when he got here his luggage had been shipped to the wrong location! I just set him up a cab straight to your hotel, and I'm going to make sure his luggage gets sent to his home address. I'm sure if he managed to get himself into this situation we can come up with someway to keep this up. This is going to be so much fun"

As Cloe hung up the phone a group of four women had approached her desk, presumedly ready to check into their hotel rooms.

"Did she say there was a naked guy coming here?" one asked one of them.

"That has to be the guy from the plane, right?" remarked another.

"Did she say you were going to mess with him" asked the third.

"Can we help!?" exclaimed the fourth.

Cloe smiled.