The thought of a better view was tempting, but Lisa shook her head, and simply decided to run out into the street, covering as much as she could while cameras captured the action, both from the crew and by random passersby. The embarrassment she felt was compounded with her remembering that the footage was going uncensored, meaning not even something like a fuzzy blur was going to protect her modesty.
But, she agreed to it, of course.
Lisa kept running down the street, turning through alleyways while avoiding bumping into anyone or anything. Her large rump jiggled with every striding step, and her breasts were doing much of the same, only slightly restricted by the arm she held over them. Finally, she came to a large park toward the town square. So far, so good, she thought. No sign of the tent, though. She found a spot to catch her breath, behind a shady tree, and simply leaned up against it, covering her chest and vagina while taking deep breaths.
A camera was on her, sticking from a bush nearby, recording as she had to think of what to do next. The rules never said she couldn't find some way to cover herself, and she began to look for anything that could be useful. She had a few options; a discarded trashcan lid, which seemed large enough to just cover her front side while leaving her ass exposed. Near that, she saw a pile of newspapers, which were lighter and seemed to provide more cover, but there were only a couple pages she could use. Lastly was a discarded rain poncho; it was translucent enough to obscure her body, but it rose up quickly in the front, which would leave her pussy exposed.
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