Naked in the carnival

It didn't feel very good to run through a crowded carnival bare naked, one hand clasped to your bouncing tits while the other was clamped firmly between your legs, shielding your sensitive girly bits from hundreds of inquisitive eyes. Bonnie and Susie didn't enjoy it at all.

Their lovely bare bottoms were unprotected, of course. They only had two hands each! So, as they sprinted down the avenues and alleyways of the carnival, astounding clowns, surprising balloon salesmen, astonishing contortionists, every new corner bringing them face to face with somebody else they knew, Bonnie and Susie were obliged to leave their naked asses on display for the whole show. Two pairs of pretty pale buttocks, Bonnie's toned derriere plumper and fuller than Susie's slim but fetching cheeks, wiggled and gleamed in the lantern light. Susie's pigtails flew, Bonnie's curls bounced, wolf-whistles followed in their wake and heads turned to follow the progress of their posteriors as the two nude girls sprinted past the sideshows, roses in their cheeks.

The two panicked naked ladies had only one thought in their pretty little heads. To hide! To get somewhere they couldn't be seen, and work out how to escape from there. But the carnival wasn't delivering. Every time Bonnie thought she'd found a corner to conceal herself in, a curtain would fall down or a bunch of people would show up and she'd be **** back out onto the streets. Susie kept ducking behind stalls, only to find footballers sharing beers or curious carnies hanging out on smoke breaks. So the two girls had no option but to continue their mortified naked run, amusing everyone but them.

Surely, eventually, they'd escape?