One last thing

As I walked along towards the train station which was only one block away, I couln't help but notice I was getting several funny looks. I was briefly confused, until a gust of wind blew past as a car sped down the street right next to me, blowing my shirt in the wind and sending air blowing all over my body. I shivered, and flushed red. With a gulp, I turned to look behind me.

Sure enough, a dozen eyes belonging to several men and women were fixated on my bare ass. A waiter and the couple he was pouring drinks for, a table of 4 guys, a pair of women dressed for some sort of athletic activity, and a trio of young college students. I turned back around quickly, and tried to pull the shirt down in the rear with my other hand. Unfortunately, this rose my shirt in the front, briefly flashing my pussy to the front. I hastily pushed both down at the same time while crouching a bit, trying to cover both my ass and pussy with the shirt.

I went through the train gate, thankful that I kept my card, keys, and wallet in my shirt pocket. The guard for the station gave me a funny look as I walked to the stairs, but shrugged his shoulders dismissively. I descended to the platforms below, still trying to use the shirt to cover everything at once. I lucked out that only one non-caring woman was on the platform with me when the train arrived, and we both entered separate cars.

My stop was another 3 stops down, in one of the quieter, older parts of the city. Unfortunately, the car I had chosen was jam-packed to the brim with several college students on their way to the other side of the city, where another section of the local campus lay. I blushed like mad, as I stood in the middle of the train car, unable to find a seat. The train jolted forward a few seconds later, and I sighed with relief. I was gonna go home and relax for a couple hours. After all that... I was beat. What had exhausted me more than anything was the embarrassment itself.

I heard a couple of laughs behind me, and blushed as I turned. A girl was pulling on her friend's arm, and pointing at my behind while suppressing a laugh. I could hear a couple of giggles starting up around me, as some of the people on the train took notice that I had not a stich on the lower half of my body aside from the shoes. I could hear several whispers around me as more people began to notice.

"Look at her butt..."

"You can see her nipples through the shirt..."

"Yo take a picture at the next stop..."

As soon as we arrived at the next stop, I began using both hands to **** the garment down further again. The shirt audibly strained against the pulling, but still I was unable to find a seat as the car stayed mostly full.

The train moved again, and I saw someone take their phone out. I turned my head away as I saw a click, but knew that it might circulate on the internet. I kept my head turned away, and my blonde hair fell down in front of my face as I continued to pull the shirt harder to try and hide my ass (which seemed to be impossible).

The giggles lightened up only a bit, but I wanted to make sure they would stop. I reasoned that maybe, just maybe, if I got the shirt pulled all the way to my thighs it would stay rested at the lower ends of my cheeks. I hated to damage the shirt so much, but given it had been burned, slightly torn, and stretched, I decided that it was probably beyond attempting to save.

I pulled even harder at the next stop, and more people filtered on and off at the station. "Come on..." I groaned, pulling downwards with a slight crouch. The train lurched forward, and for a brief moment while the train added its pull to my own pulls, I managed to pull the hem of my shirt down to my thighs.

"Yes!" I whispered, as I rebalanced myself and held the shirt in place.

Suddenly, I heard a loud sound that almost seemed to echo around the train car.

**RRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPP**

I watched in horror as a tear speed down the neck of my shirt, danced to several burnt spots and thin spots across the front, and sent splinters of more tears towards the other weak points. I scrambled to bring my hands up to my body to cover the tears in the fabric as the shirt began tearing into several small, separate pieces. I was too slow however, and only managed to cup 2 pieces to my body before the whole of the shirt ripped and fell down the the floor of the train car. What I was left with, was about 2 scraps of shirt that were now forcibly hugged to my chest, both covering just enough of my upper chest to cover roughly the same amount of exposed skin as a bikini top or a sports bra.

Silence enveloped the train car as I stood there motionless, my last garment lying as a pile of scraps on the floor. Worse, the loud rip had gotten the attention of the entire train car, including one boy who had been keeping to himself and listening to music the whole ride. I looked up, and saw several dozens of college students looking towards me with widened eyes, and widening grins. Without my shirt, I had nothing but my shoes for clothes! I was almost naked!

Several people began to laugh, as I began to stammer, and awkwardly laugh. “I uhh…This…” I stammered, looking around wildly.

“Holy shit. Her shirt just ripped in pieces!” One guy exclaimed.

“Nice rack babe!” Another managed.

“How embarrassing…” one woman said.

“Wait, is this the bare boobed wonder? I recognize those jugs from earlier!” A guy from further down the train car exclaimed.

“More like the bare ASSED wonder! Haha” One girl quipped, earning laughs from her friends.

One girl pulled out her phone. “Oh my god. I gotta post this!” She said, eagerly pointing the phone at me.

Luckily, just as the girl started pulling out her phone, I sprinted out of the opening train car doors, and past a few people standing on the platform. I continued to just run, desperately clutching my remaining shirt scraps to my chest with one arm and covering my pussy with one hand.

As I ran, several people pointed and stared as I made my way up the stairs, and out of the entrance to the station. The street in front of me was busy, so several cars honked as soon as I sprinted out onto the sidewalk. I was filled with embarrassment, and grew red in the face, but decided that I couldn’t stop moving or else I risked getting my face captured in a photo, or recognized.

Several people stared aghast as I ran, and some people cheered and whistled as I sprinted across the street, and down an alley that led to a back entrance to my apartment complex. I figured this was the easiest way to avoid the crowds, and secretly re-enter my apartment.

I was able to get inside the back door of the complex, and carefully sprinted up the stairs of the apartment building to my own room. In that moment, I was thankful I’d had the foresight to keep a firm grip on my wallet, phone, and keys. The other alternative would’ve been ending up locked out, and trying to convince a neighbor to let me in.

As soon as I entered my apartment, I slammed the door shut, and sighed a long breath of relief as I walked towards the couch. Without even bothering to grab a blanket, or some clothes, I just collapsed onto the couch and grabbed the remote lazily from the shoulder across the couch. With a single flick, I was able to turn the TV on, and let my eyes slowly blink. “Finally, I can just sleep…” I said, already starting to black out. Something on the news caught my eye though.

“…Yes, that’s right. There has been another confirmed sighting of the same woman in the ‘Topless Rescue’ incident. This time however, the woman was wearing nothing but a thin green shirt and sneakers. Kelly live on the scene to show us what went down.” A mustached news reporter relayed, as the screen swapped to a woman standing in front of a smoldering pile of rubble that looked immediately familiar to me.

The red-haired reporter known by Kelly nodded. “I was here only a few short minutes ago, reporting on the unfortunate fire at the Brigg street house, when a woman jumped out of the building to awaiting firefighters, clad in just her shirt and shoes. Several eyewitnesses claim she helped a man who had been living in the building escape the enclosing blaze, albeit at the cost of her wardrobe’s integrity.”

A very grainy video played on screen. It showed me, standing in the midst of the smoky haze. Luckily I had been turned in another direction, so you couldn’t see my face, but my bare ass was on display to the camera. I stared wide-eyed in disbelief that the news would show my bare ass to the whole of the city. The video caught me emergency escape down the alley, and then turned back to the red-head reporter.

“It would appear that the woman has once again lent a helping hand while in a state of undress. We asked a few people what they had to say about this woman that many are calling the “Bottomless Babe.”

A tall woman with dark chocolate skin and hair wrapped into an intricate hive-like style scoffed when the reporter extended the microphone towards her. “Don’t know what that lady was doing around here, but I admire her courage! It’s like she said ‘No pants, no problem!’ You know?”

The man in the cast appeared on screen next, and laughed lightly. “You know, I never really got a good look at her face if I’m being honest. Didn’t even get her name. I was more just kinda in shock that some pretty Angel would sacrifice her clothes to help get me out. Also, the view was a bit of a distraction…” He said, blushing a bit.

One more woman came on screen, this time the EMS girl who’d helped her escape. “I mean, I don’t know. Normally I’d say leave this stuff to the professionals, but she has a habit of being in the right place, in the wrong clothes. All I can say, is I guess keep doing what you’re doing lady. Whatever it is…” She answered, shaking her head with a smile.

The reporter came back on screen. “The woman was last sighted at a train station downtown, but her whereabouts are currently unknown. If you have any footage or details regarding the “Bottomless Babe”, please reach out at…” The reporter continued, as my head collapsed into a pillow.

“I have got to start wearing more clothes when I leave the house.” I said, blushing like mad.