What Do I Do…?

Ms. Thorne did not seem convinced, and she continued looking down her nose at me, but Suzy would have none of that. She suddenly stopped stroking my nipple, and I inwardly sighed in relief, yet was still left desperately wanting release, and wheeled her way over to confront Ms. Thorne. I took the opportunity to stand back up straight and cover myself, what little it mattered now that everyone in the vicinity had seen me, and most had photographic evidence of it. Suzy gave Ms. Thorne a rundown of my good deeds for the day, and to her credit she made me put to be a hero who sacrificed her dignity for those good deeds rather than some weirdo who left the safety of their family home naked for no good reason, which was nice.

Once she had finished her daughters had returned to our aisle and had even chimed in with praises of their own.

Ms. Thorne seemed to waver with her cold looks at me, and instead put on an act of agreeing with Suzy, though, to me at least, she still wasn’t convinced.

“Forgive me Jasmin,” Ms. Thorne said with a sarcastic tone, “But you must admit that from my point of view your recent nude mishaps do not seem accidental.”

“Has Jasmin helped out like this before?” Suzy asked.

Ms. Thorne shot me another quick look that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Why, in fact she has.” Ms. Thorne replied.

Ms. Thorne went on to explain to Suzy about how I had helped her prepare a meal for her guests in just a towel, but that I was “quick to do away with it, eager to bare my nudity to both her and her guests”, and how I had even had my friend show photos to her guests for reactions to the sagginess of my breasts.

“It was your idea to have me remove my towel!” I suddenly cut in.

All five people present suddenly turned to face me, my face and chest were still flushed red, and I was still attempting to cover myself, thought my breasts made that extremely difficult.

“You make me out to be some sort of floozy.” I continued, shaking a little from the anxiety of finally standing up for myself, “As if I wanted any of this to happen. You have no idea what I’ve been through recently, how much of what was once private is no longer so private.”

All of their eyes flicked between my once private parts once I mentioned them, except for Jim, I’m glad to say. His eyes stayed firmly on my face.

“You have no idea how embarrassed I have been throughout it all. I can assure you that I did not want to remove my towel, I did not want to bare my body to you, your husband, or your guests.”

“But you were okay with baring your body for photos with this woman?” Ms. Thorne asked, with a smug smile of self satisfaction, “And in such lewd poses. I’ve never seen so much of a woman before.” She looked me up and down in disgust again.

“That’s-“ I started, but had no idea what I was to say next.

“That’s completely different.” Suzy piped up, “The photos were my idea, perhaps Jasmin felt pressured.” Then she turned to me, “In which case I’m sorry, I can be quite excitable at times and find it difficult to read other people and I can get a bit carried away.”

I just kind of shrugged, not sure what else to do.

“But the photos were just a little fun.” Suzy gushed, “Something exciting had happened on a road trip that should have just been routine. I mean, how often will a flat tire lead to being saved by some hot naked chick walking down the street? I just wanted some photos to capture that excitement. It’s not like I was going to show many people the photos, maybe just a few friends. Just some harmless fun.”

I was thankful for Suzy’s input, but I also couldn’t help but imagine Suzy and her husband displaying me to their friends, maybe on some kind of projector, leaving my body on display as they discussed how they had met me.

Suddenly I was aware of how wet I still was, how hard my nipples still were, and how much I needed to get home and relieve myself.

Instead Suzy and Ms. Thorne just continued their back and forth with one another before Jim cut in.

“As much as I am enjoying listening to your arguments Ms. Thorne, none of us here will ever agree with you that Jasmin is anything more, or less, than a hero, and victim, of circumstance. So with that,” he said, gripping my wrist, and pulling me along behind him, unwittingly forcing me to uncover my pussy, all four remaining sets of eyes unconsciously going straight to it again, “We shall take our leave.” He walked us over to Suzy, I was extremely aware how my pussy of was pretty much eye level with Suzy, “Pleasure meeting you Suzy.”

Then he walked us out the store, I vaguely heard Ms. Thorne asking me if I was just going to walk home like this, we treated another very shocked older gentleman to my bared pussy as we left.