Erica gets cold

I don’t know how long I walked. I had no way of knowing. No method to perceive how much time had passed since my trek began. I couldn’t see the lot behind me any longer, but aside from that I had nothing to go off of.

Even the road had remained empty thus far. A fact I was slowly growing less and less content with. While it would be nice to somehow get home without being seen, I recognized that would be next to impossible. Even if it meant being seen like this by a stranger, I was beginning to hope for one. As long as I didn’t get picked up by a murderer or a ****, I didn’t care who it was.

As time went on, the night air only grew colder. My skin was covered in goosebumps, and my lips were beginning to chap. Every time a breeze blew by, I had to stop walking and try to rub my hands over my body to keep warm. But worst of all was my panties. They were still wet with my own pee and cum, thoroughly soaked all the way through. My skin that was in contact with them felt numb, and despite my arousal the cold kept my clit from exiting it’s hood. I had the horrifying thought of possibly getting frostbite, in my vagina of all places.

I knew what all this chill was building to, but I tried to put it off as long as possible. Just once I wanted to get through one of these situations without getting completely naked. It was stupid really. The panties weren’t even offering any help. My pussy was easily visible through the wet fabric, and I assumed the same could be said for my ass. I walked another few minutes, trying to distract myself in any way I could from the cold. I hummed to myself, pinched at my arms, I even tried rubbing my bag more aggressively against my chest.

But it didn’t take long for the inevitable to happen. The cold became too much to bare, and I couldn’t hold out any longer. I had to get this ice trap off me.

I took off my backpack for a moment to make bending over easier. I looped my hands into the waistband, and peeled the offending garment down my legs, before stepping out of them.

There. I was totally naked outside, save for my shoes, and it was done entirely of my own volition. I had to admit, there was a strange feeling of liberation knowing it was me that made the choice, and not one of my so called friends. Or perhaps it was just the feeling of the cold midnight air passing over my labia. Whatever it was, it was new. Not necessarily good or bad, just... new.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I quickly opened my bag to store my panties, before zipping it up again and putting it on. My hope was that maybe after they dried off I could wear them again, and without risk of freezing my bits off. I adjusted the straps on my shoulders, and began my walk anew.