I have to...

“You can wait outside if you like?” Suzy said, looking concerned

I shook my head, “No. I want to help.”

“You’ve done enough, really dear. Won’t people recognise you from around here?”

I nodded, “But I don’t mind, I want to help.”

I don’t even know why I’m fighting her like this. I don’t want to humiliate myself further. I don’t want the security cameras to capture my shame and my once private parts. I don’t want the employees to forever know me as the slut from down the road who went out naked one day to show off her ugly, drooping boobs, her jiggly butt, and her shaved pussy to anyone who looked her way.

And yet I started pushing Suzy’s wheelchair into the store anyway.

The store’s interior was cool, instantly my nipples stiffened and I was aware of how wet I was down there as the cool air from the fridges and freezers in the store licked at my pussy. Was it puffy? Did I look like a horny slut to the people who passed me in the street?

An older woman passed us as she exited the store, shaking her head and giving me an angry look, that is, once she looked me in the face instead of staring at my saggy breasts.

“You can go look for some clothes Jasmin,” Suzy suddenly said, staring daggers at the older woman as she left, “I’ll get what I need, I should be able to manage.” She smiled.

“O-okay.” I said.

I didn’t quite know what to do, I didn’t have the heart to tell her that this grocery store had no clothing department. It was more for convenience than for a weekly shop.

Suzy rolled herself down an aisle, her two young daughters following her. I looked up at the ceiling and spied the domed security cameras there, suddenly aware of how naked and alone, not to mention how exposed, I was, and had felt all day. Slowly my twitching hands covered my once private parts, too late to save them from being seen by anybody who would end up watching that security footage, but at least shielding it from anybody else who I happened to meet in the store.

I slowly made my way down one of the aisles nearest me hoping to at least have a moment that I wasn’t on complete and utter display for anyone who happened by, luckily the store seemed quite empty today, that was good, I think I’ve had enough humiliation for one day-

“Jasmin...?”

Oh no. I knew that voice, and it was the one voice that I would have wished more than any other to not hear today. Maybe if I ignored it and carried on down the aisle they wouldn’t realise it was me-

“Jasmin.” The voice said, more insistent this time, “I know it’s you. What are you doing? Are you okay?”

The shaking in my hands had suddenly spread to the rest of my body. What do I do? WHAT-DO-I-DO?

“Jasmin, lovely as your back is, and I see now, your arse is too, I’d much prefer to speak to your face, and have you explain to me why you’re shopping in the nude, and to reassure me that you are indeed okay.”