Hitch a ride

While nothing too private was exposed, wearing only her panties made her nervous. It was still too much on display, and her panties were private enough. She was just glad she wore them.

A car went by; Waverly faltered as she looked at it, uncertain. Maybe…

Everyone knew everyone in Purgatory, so it wasn’t the most dangerous thing she could do. They’d probably get her home, if she hitchhiked, even if they’d leer. But all things considered, surely it was better to just have one person stare at her panties, than deal with everyone she passed on the street ogling her?

Someone whistled as they passed by, and Waverly’s cheeks flamed red. Case in point.

Another car went by; Waverly waved at it, jumping slightly, flushed.

It was slowing already as it passed her, the driver not even hiding how he was ogling her panty-clad ass. He wound down his window slowly, still looking her up and down as he stopped.

“Hey there gorgeous,” he said.

A lecher. Great, maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

“So, um, hi,” Waverly said. She tried to give a cheerful grin, act as though she hadn’t been thoroughly humiliated. “I had a… bit of a wardrobe malfunction, I was hoping you could get me home? I’d rather not, uh, walk there like this.”

She gestured to her legs, and then regretted it as he again leered. He licked his lips, and Waverly fidgeted on the spot.

“Sure, I’ll help,” he said. “Good Samaritan, me. Come sit in the front.”

He reached over to open the door. Waverly jumped.

“Th-that’s fine,” she said, “I’m happy to sit in the back. Wouldn’t want to, uh, you know.”

“What kind of man would I be if I **** you back there?” he said. “I insist.”

Yeah, sure, he was just doing it to be helpful, not to ensure her legs would be right next to him the whole trip there.

This was a terrible idea. But then, so was trying to make it through the streets in only panties and her top and bra.

She wasn’t entirely sure whether it was her will, or the will of the thing that had been controlling her, that made her walk around to the far side of the car and get in.

She sat down on the stranger’s car-seat, bare thighs laying on the coarse surface. She shifted, pressing her legs together, then crossing them and resting her arms on her lap.

A little nervously she glanced sideways, then caught a glimpse of the man still looking at her legs, before she opted to just look straight ahead an ignore everything else.

“Let me know where to go, gorgeous,” the man said.

“Um, right, uh, next right,” Waverly said, distracted.

Her cheeks still burned. She fidgeted, trying to focus on the positives. At least it was just one person, at least she was heading away…

The journey felt like it lasted forever. She was hyperaware of every moment, her legs feeling so exposed, air fizzing against her skin.

Finally she saw roads she recognised. The Homestead wasn’t far, thankfully.

“This is- I can get out here,” Waverly said.

“You’re sure?” the man said, “I’d be happy to take you a little further.”

I bet you would. Waverly shook her head hastily, quickly unlocking her door, stepping out half-afraid she’d be stopped.

But no. She was gratefully to find herself on familiar ground, so grateful that she hesitated for a few moments. She could practically feel his eyes on her ass.

“Thanks for taking me all this way,” Waverly said. “I feel a little guilty that I can’t give you anything.”

Wait, what was she talking about?! Waverly was suddenly inwardly shouting again, baffled by what was happening.

And then horrified, as she felt herself pull her panties down, stepping out of them and handing them to the suddenly grinning driver, while smiling sweetly herself.

“I hope this makes up for the inconvenience,” Waverly heard herself say.

“Oh, that it does li’l lady,” the man said.

Before Waverly could control herself again, before she could scream, and shout or even cover herself, the man shut the door and sped off. He seemed to be eager to make sure Waverly didn’t change her mind.

Though he was sure to get an eyeful of her bare cunt.

“Hey!” Waverly finally managed to shout, as he vanished down the road. She jumped up, waving again. “I didn’t- I… Why am I bothering?”

Disbelieving, Waverly stared down the road, legs suddenly cool. She felt the breeze rush past her pussy. Quickly, she moved her hands, one in front and one behind her.

And she’d hated eyes on her ass before.

Fidgeting, Waverly span on the spot. At least she could see the Homestead, she just had to get there. Probably running, she didn’t want to stay outside a second more.

Squeaking, unable to believe what she’d just done, Waverly began to run.