An art car

Misty saw something approaching. It was an art car, kicking up a trail of dust behind it. As it got closer she could see there were many people on it.

IN a panic Misty looked around, **** for somewhere to hide herself. Unfortunately, she was in the open desert- there was absolutely no way to hide. So, all she could do was stand there like an idiot, covering her shame as the car got closer and closer.

Then, all too soon, the art car reached her. The driver playfully slowed down and began doing donuts around Misty, to her complete mortification.

"Good day miss!" He exclaimed. "Lovely morning for a naked walk!"

The passengers on the art car all whooped and hollered at her.

"Why are you covering? Let your naughty bits free!" Laughed a woman who was topless on the art car.

Easy for her to say, Misty thought bitterly. Her tits were big, tan and full- Misty's were flat as a board!

"Please, I need something to wear!" Misty cried out.

"No can do!" THe driver laughed. "A naked girl in the wild can't be interfered with!"

"That's a rule!" Laughed another passenger.

"Smile for the camera!" Another passenger laughed, snapping a photo with a disposable camera.

"EEK! No pictures!" Misty squealed as everyone laughed...