Another complication

Her wet, bare feet slapping against the fake marble flooring of the mall, Jenny resumes her mad dash towards the hopeful safety of the department store.

As she ran she mentally cursed her voice of underwear, sure the shorts did a good job of covering her arse, despite their water logged state, but this was not a bra for running in, and she could feel her breasts bouncing with each step, as if threatening to break free of their confinement.

Her cheeks were flushed with both the exertion and her embarrassment at dashing through the mall in her underwear, knowing that at any moment she could be found.

Half way there she finally had to slow down, grabbing at her breasts to make sure they were still stuffed in her bra, when she heard the sounds of footsteps once more.