Making Do

Caught completely off guard by the suggestion, I find myself nodding to the idea. "Well, I doubt I can find them in time myself, so sure, I guess." just as I say that, he smiles back my way, before swiftly grabbing me by the hand, and I find myself being whisked along, back out into the main, guest-oriented sections of the shop. My high heels, the only thing I could get on in time, clicking loudly on the tile floor, quickly drawing attention to my nakedness within moments of stepping out from behind the "employees only" door.

As I find myself being pulled out of the storage space, and back out into the main space, I let out a soft gasp, looking every which way to see if I'm been seen. They are slow to see me, and I manage not to change that right away as he pulls me along and quickly leads me to the first item on my list. As he leads, I start to catch other shoppers looking my way, becoming aware of my nakedness, between him holding my hand as he leads, and how people were watching from all angles, and thus making any effort to cover up comical at best.

I find myself standing before an open-front refrigerator unit, my nakedness openly being reflected off the glass case. I f®oze, seeing my curves being so openly displayed, as every inch of me was exposed. My thoughts are cut off short as he opens it up, grabs an item off the list, and puts it in my cart before giving me a thumbs up and quickly leading me away. I try to remain casual about it, knowing the whole time my naked form was on display, my high heels only helping to draw more eyes over my way.

I do my best to remain casual, concentrating on helping him grab the product products on my list from the shelves. I can feel the coolness more than I would expect, as goosebumps form all across my skin. As he led me about, I notice my nipples seem to be standing out further by the moment, and I soon find myself looking around quickly, before turning in time to rush after him, my breasts bouncing lively as I rush along behind. I find more than a few people looking my way, and do my best not to notice. I find myself smiling at the thought of people staring at my exposed body, even as I try not to make it too obvious.

I keep at it for a few minutes, and every time I look over my shoulder, I catch someone, or several someone's, staring, pointing, and turning to look at my exposed ass, breasts, and other assets. I manage to keep at it for a few minutes, aware of the coolness flowing from the refrigerators upon my exposed skin, before I'm Interrupted by a voice inquiring of him, "Excuse me, can you come with me, please?