Grin and bare

Although she had experienced an orgasm just moments before, Gracie suddenly felt her arousal returning. Before she had been in absolute control of time and mind; now she was stripped bare of all power and clothing. Something about being so **** in such a public place made her feel hornier than before.

She made no effort to cover up as the ride came to a stop. Breathing heavily, she climbed out of the raft and stood on the loading area not three feet from the semi-nude trio. The eyes of the girls and the crowd shifted to her. It took a tremendous amount of effort not to start playing with herself right there and then.

"What's going on here?" a woman's voice demanded.

A forty-something year old woman wearing a business suit pushed her way through the crowd flanked by a pair of male security guards. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw the impromptu wet t-shirt contest and the fully nude girl standing before her.

"Your fucking ride is broken!" the leader snapped. "It took our clothes somehow! And your staff is selling pictures of us!"

The woman's eyes were glued on Gracie. "And you?" she asked.

"S-same." she managed.

The woman turned towards the photo booth and quickly grilled the staff on duty there. The crowd and the security guards kept their eyes on Gracie and the girls, however. After a few moments of fierce debate, the woman turned back to us.

"What happened with your clothes?" she asked, a little more calmly now.

"We don't know!" Bubble-butt whined.

The woman looked towards the river. Gracie followed her gaze, and saw one of her own sneakers floating past.

"Ah." The woman said. "They're in the water."

"So what now?" the leader demanded. "I'm not going home like this!"

"Of course. If you four ladies would like to follow me, we shall arrange some temporary clothing for you while our staff gather your belongings from the water. You have our sincerest-"

"I have a remote thing." Gracie blurted. "It fell out. It's very important to me."

"We'll get that too." the woman said soothingly. "Now come on, ladies - there's a souvenir stall just up the path which should have some clothing for you."

The security guards made a path for them through the crowd, and took the lead as the group began to walk through the park. The woman walked just behind them, with the three girls following. They were covering their breasts as they walked, but at the back of the group Gracie could see their wet t-shirts clinging to their bare behinds. It left nothing to the imagination.

Not that anyone would be looking at them, of course. Not when they had a fully nude girl, completely obliging everyone by not covering her body in any way. She could feel her breasts bouncing with every step, and she was sure her behind would be doing the same. Her face was burning red with embarrassment, and she was breathing heavily - panting, really. Down below, she could feel the moisture and the heat of arousal, and the feeling of her bare lips brushing against one another as she walked. It took maybe two minutes to walk to the store, but to Gracie it felt like a month.

"Okay then," the woman said, clasping her hands together. "You can take anything you want free of charge, and then the guards take you to the rest area near the front gate where you can wait for your belongings to be recovered from the water. I will go and make the preparations."

She didn't leave straight away, however. The three girls quickly set about the clothing, leaving Gracie standing just outside the store. The woman approached her and, when she was sure nobody was within earshot, said quietly "Of course, if you're rather enjoying the attention and don't wish to get dressed, the park cannot **** you to do so against your will. The rest area will be made available to you regardless."

And with that cryptic comment, the woman left.