Just a t-shirt

"Here," Naomi's mom shouted, quickly tossing her a plain white t-shirt.

"What? That's it?" Naomi exclaimed.

"I put your bottoms in the other suitcase, but there's no time for that now! We have to run!" Her mom hastily zipped up the luggage and started sprinting toward the gate. She grabbed her husband's arm as she passed, pulling him with her.

"Eeep!" Naomi exclaimed. Her dad's attempt to be helpful ended up having the opposite effect. He had drawn a large, curious crowd by holding up the towel, and now they all got to see what he'd been hiding. At least fifty people stood there gaping at Naomi's naked body. Turning a million shades of red, Naomi was so embarrassed and flustered, that she struggled to don her shirt. Arrgg... why isn't this stupid thing going on? She pranced around, wiggling her bare bottom as she struggled, trying to ignore the cheers and whistles from the horny men amongst the crowd. Finally Naomi realized she had been trying to stick her head through the hole meant for her arm. When she finally got dressed (well, as dressed as she could hope to be at the moment), she sprinted after her parents.

While running, Naomi pulled at the hem of her shirt on both sides, stretching it down as far as she could. Even then, it would barely cover her ass and crotch if she had been standing still. As she ran, the hem of her shirt waved in the wind teasingly, giving a glimpse of her privates and perfect ass to a few of the lucky onlookers.

Ugghh... it might be better if I had just gone naked! Naomi thought, as she became increasingly aware that most stares were concentrated on her crotch area.