Homeward Bound

Emily thought it over a bit longer, but in the end decided her best bet was probably just trying to get home. The allure of making it back into her own place, safe and sound and all alone, was just too great. The thought of rinsing the mud off her body, getting nice and clean, drying and warming her body back up, and finally putting on some soft clean clothes was simply too tempting to dismiss. Besides, who knew how Sophie would handle her showing up on her doorstep unannounced, absolutely covered in filth? Based on what she knew about her friend, Emily figured there was at least a decent chance Sophie wouldn't take too kindly to that. Probably best not to risk it.

As Emily began her mile-ish long trek back to her place, she was still faced with a problem, though. With her keys and phone still securely trapped in her locker back at the fairground, she didn't exactly have an easy way to get back inside her place. Her super stiff panties rubbed against her lower body as the curvy woman slowly trudged forward. Emily adjusted them slightly and tried to ignore the uncomfortable sensation.

Given that Emily always made sure to lock the door behind her when she left, any chance of walking through the front door was gone. She'd previously thought about hiding a spare key somewhere nearby, in case of a situation just like this one (well perhaps not just like this one), but Emily had always been afraid someone might discover it and easily break into her place! The blonde woman paused for a moment to readjust her uncomfortable panties. They were really beginning to get irritating!

Her best option might've been to look for an unlocked window, then. Emily thought they were all locked, but couldn't be sure. Perhaps she'd forgotten about one? That would provide quite the easy way inside for her. And even if they were all locked, maybe she'd be able to **** one open somehow? Or even break a window? It seemed like an **** move, but then again, Emily was in a rather dire situation. Emily winced in discomfort once again. It was becoming nearly impossible to walk in these things! It felt like trying to walk with a tight cardboard box clinging to your most sensitive bits!

Although, maybe the better option was to ask a neighbor for help. Emily had at least had enough foresight to give a nearby neighbor she trusted a spare key not long after moving in. That was probably the safer option, although it would mean inevitably having to explain why she was completely covered in black mud, with barely any clothes on underneath. The rough material of her ruined underwear scraped against her womanhood again, causing Emily to finally come to a halt.

That was her breaking point. Emily couldn't go any further with these hardened panties on. She simply couldn't keep walking while wearing them! She **** them down her legs and stepped free of the formerly red underwear. Emily couldn't help but chuckle as she held them up under the light of a nearby streetlamp. They were still completely rigid and had molded themselves perfectly in the exact shape of Emily's hips! As the bottomless woman stood there, it was as if she was clutching the hips of a similarly curved woman.

After getting over the ridiculousness of that thought, Emily took a moment to see how exposed she was... down there. It wasn't quite as bad as she'd feared. There was dried mud covering everything, including her pussy (which, while gross, did at least help conceal it from sight). But the mud wasn't quite as dark in the region where her panties had been, at least not compared to the rest of her body. So oddly enough, Emily did still at least somewhat appear to have something on her bottom half (even if a closer inspection would quickly reveal the truth).

Now able to walk freely, Emily resumed her mile or so trek home through the outskirts of town. She was still unsure how she would proceed when she arrived. And that was assuming she didn't run into any further difficulties on the way...