Carrie Notices Her Shirt and Panics

Carrie watched as Penny stepped away from their cover first. Her nudity took on a whole new look once it finally emerged into the direct sunlight and Carrie felt as though she had to turn her head out of respect for what little modesty her friend had left. Now looking back the way she had come, Carrie noticed an odd, black string on the ground that seemed to start where she was and end much farther into the woods. It took the poor goth a few seconds to connect the dots before looking down and seeing her naked boobs, out in the open for the second time that morning. With her shirt reduced to little more than a black collar around her neck, the young woman cupped a breast in each hand while unintentionally letting out a scream of embarrassment that immediately made heads turn in the direction of her and Penny.

The scream was enough to startle even Penny, who snapped her head back to see Carrie's uncovered chest and then quickly snapped it right back, averting her gaze. The others who had engaged as onlookers were not to provide the same courtesy, as they simply stood and stared. There were not many of them, but even one would have been too many, as Penelope scrambled to cover up, jamming one hand down between her thighs as she crossed her legs, blushing a scarlet as vivid as her hair.

Carrie reluctantly came out of the bushes behind Penny, wearing nothing but a handbra and her laciest pair of black panties. With so much creamy skin already on display for their fans in the street, it only made sense that her faithful panties, which had endured so much with her today, managed to snag on the last branch before she came into the light. Carrie felt the all too uncomfortable sensation of her underwear tightening around her waist and glanced back to see the stretched out piece of black fabric, exposing her naked ass to everyone looking. Luckily, this extremely humiliating scene only lasted for a moment before the offending branch broke, sending her panties flying back to her butt with an audible snap of the waistband hitting skin.

The sound of the crack was enough to make Penny flinch, as she stumbled forwards, polka dots on full display for all to see. This really was like some sort of completely absurd nightmare. Such bad luck on both of their parts could surely not be real... Once again, she tried her best to shield Carrie, who was clearly the worse off of the pair without question. Success, however, was limited.

Carrie wasn’t proud of it, but **** times called for **** measures. She closed the distance between Penny and herself, effectively using her friend as cover. While this made Carrie feel slightly more covered, it did nothing to quell the ever-growing horde of onlookers. Every catcall made Carrie’s face turn an even deeper shade of red as she and Penny shuffled their way toward the crosswalk. To make matters worse, the now stretched out waistband of her panties were sagging as much as her pyjama bottoms had forever ago. From behind, Carrie was sporting an undignified amount of “plumber’s crack”.

Penny's response to the catcalling was to pull a face that she hoped encouraged the offender to buzz off, for she was not great at coming up with witty comebacks, particularly not when in her underpants. Eventually, all of the shuffling seemed to prevail, as the girls reached the fabled back door. Better still, it was hanging wide open.