Naked at Burning Man!

Misty stared down at herself in shock. She was naked! Totally exposed! From her pale legs, to her clean shaven crotch. Up her flat stomach, to her nearly equally flat chest... yes, she barely had breasts. She'd heard guys said they didn't mind small tits, as long as there was handful... well, she didn't have enough to fill a hand. AA cup breasts were her curse, though she always wore a slight layer of padding to at least give herself a respectable B cup! Except right now, her minuscule tits were exposed!

With a squeak, Misty slapped an arm over chest. She pushed her belt down, using it to hide her pussy. Every other inch of her body was exposed... she was fucking naked! The girl she'd called a skank yesterday at least had bottoms on... but Misty was now fully nude, in the middle of the desert, with no idea where to go or what to do! She wasn't an exhibitionist, despite her punk edge she was actually very shy and reserved! She'd never gotten a tattoo anywhere she had to get naked for. What was she going to do?!