Nancy stays nude

OK, she's clean, let her in."

"Wait!" Nancy wailed. "Please! You have to give me something...anything to wear!"

The man turned back and considered the nude, shivering, crying girl for a moment.

"Keep up," he said, unsympathetically. "I don't want you to miss anything."

Nancy was suddenly grabbed by the arm and yanked forwards.

"I can walk on my own, thanks!" Nancy protested, wriggling free. She stumbled for a few moments, her bare feet sinking into mud, until she was able to gain firmer ground.

The brunette kept her eyes fixed on her bare feet; partly to make sure she didn't lose her footing and partly to avoid the risk of making eye contact with anyone.

xxx

She was walked around the camp, meeting various people who talked to her about their day-to-day lives; eager to tell their stories to a journalist.

The only problem was, the journalist wasn't listening.

How could she, when her mind was so preoccupied by her current situation?

She had never felt this cold, or this exposed, in her life. Even that time Mike had accidentally walked in on her in the shower hadn't been as humiliating as this. At least then there had been a towel to grab, a door to slam closed.

But now...eyes following her every movement, committing her naked form to memory, drilling into her cute arse. And there was no way out.

Nancy's vision was obscured by her dishevelled hair falling over her face, but she was unable to use her hands to move it. In fact, her arms had been strategically clutching her body for so long, they could have been welded in place.

But Nancy knew that they weren't. They were aching, longing to be dropped. But Nancy knew she couldn't. If either of her arms dropped for even just a moment, her greatest secrets would be revealed, and the brunette didn't want these people seeing them.

Her bare feet twitched awkwardly, sinking into the soft ground, soil and mud finding its way between her toes. Whenever she turned her head, she caught a glimpse of her bare shoulders; a further reminder of her nakedness.

By far the worst encounters were when she had to speak to the children, or more specifically, the teenage boys. The horny little pervs would stare at her, drinking in the sight of the naked beauty , fingers itching to squeeze, prod and poke her body.

They didn't waste any time exacerbating Nancy's embarrassment, asking her direct questions on her feelings about being nude in front of them, her sex life, and whether she would consider lowering her arms for them.

By the end of the conversation, Nancy was in tears, but had kept her arms firmly in place, despite the protestations of her screaming shoulders.

xxx

"Thanks for the tour, but I really think I should be going now," Nancy explained awkwardly, still avoiding eye contact.

"You sure you won't stay for some food?"

"No, I'm not really that hungry," Nancy lied, as her stomach gave a huge rumble. "If I could just borrow some clothes, I'll be on my way."

"Borrow? We'll be moving on soon, and I doubt we'll see each other again, so in a way, it's more like stealing."

"Not if you gift them to me!" Nancy argued, starting to panic.

"But I'm not gifting them to you."

"You're...you're seriously going to make be walk out of here naked?!"

"Of course not! You're welcome to stay as long as you like."

Nancy bit her lip, weighing up her options as she readjusting her tired arms.

These people were clearly NEVER going to give her clothes, and her best chance of getting home without being seen was right now, while it a as dark. But she was exhausted, starving and the verge of fainting. Besides, she wasn't sure she even knew the way home from here. The last thing Nancy needed was to freeze to **** lost in the woods.

At least if she stayed in the camp, she'd have food and a warm bed to sleep in. But was it really worth the hours more of ogling she would be subjected to? Her arms would fail eventually. Only a few people had ever seen her naked: Nancy didn't want to considerably multiply that number in one go, and definitely not in front of a bunch of strangers.

The shivering girl itched the back of her calf with her opposite foot, as she decided what to do...