Be bold, girl!

After just a short moment of hesitation, Vivianne decided to take the risk. She opened the crate a bit more and shot out of the hiding place, moving straight under the table.

Once there, she could hide behind the drape of the tablecloth. No one saw her!

The underdressed girl couldn't believe her luck; and she almost laughed when she saw all those pairs of legs of people sitting around, ignorant of what's going on down there. But then she realized even the slightest mistake could now expose her nudity to every last one of those individuals, and her smile died out. She crawled further under the table to put some distance between her and the crate.

Of course, she had **** but to move forward on her forearms and knees, as slowly and quietly as she could, praying nobody kicks her or touches her by their feet by accident.

Her situation was now a bit better than just a minute ago, but the sword of Damocles still hung over her dignity. As a matter of fact, she was still totally and hopelessly naked; and what was worse now, Viv's bent posture on all four – with her buttocks sticking out – made her feel extremely ****.

"What if someone was watching me from behind?" dreaded the stripped girl. "It that case everything, and I mean everything, would be perfectly visible to their prying eyes... and I wouldn't even know about it!"

With a deep flush on her face, she realized her back-parts are practically put on a view, as if she was being intentionally provocative. The sweet place between her thighs, partly hidden under a tuft of fair pubic hair, was still soaking wet with indecent, unladylike arousal; and even her second hole, pink and sensitive and perfectly clean. Viv would die out of embarrassment if she was seen now!

"Don't even think about it!" she thought. The unlucky blonde knew very well she couldn't stand up and moving around without touching anybody's leg would be extremely tricky, so her intimate spots just had to remain unprotected for a moment.

Blushing and biting her lower lip, Vivianne pushed forward and after a few seconds she successfully reached the other end of the table. She was aware it wasn't too far from here to the door out of the dining room; but if she tried to run for it, it was certain she'd be seen from behind by at least someone, if not everyone.