Back to Casandra; sneaky Cassy

Casandra peers out of the alleyway hesitantly. She looks around the general area, looking back and forth worriedly as she looks out for the police officer again. After a couple of second glances, Casandra decides that he most likely is still on the ground in pain or just left her alone out of annoyance.

She slowly walks out of the alleyway and onto the dimly lit sidewalk. Her entire body is sweaty, after her run, but the cool night air quickly cools her down. She looks behind her shoulder to see her hands cuffed behind her back, with her hands just touching the top of her butt cheeks.

“Fucking hell… how am I supposed to get these things off!” Casandra said to herself in frustration. Not only does she have to walk around the town naked, but she has to do so with her arms literally tied behind her back, giving her no cover for her breasts and pussy.

The lack of ability to cover herself is frustrating to Casandra. It’s like an itch she can barely reach behind her back, but far more humiliating and taxing on her psyche.

“My best bet is to find Sarah and the others…” She thought to herself. Maybe, just maybe they could help her get the handcuffs off so she can finally wear clothes again. But knowing her luck, who knows how hard that will be.

So, she starts walking down the sidewalk, frantically looking around to either find her friends or spot any passersby. The one thing she’d hate is for more people to know what she looks like underneath her clothes. But part of her thinks being seen isn’t the worse thing in the world. The thought of a man or woman catching her by surprise, allowing them a completely unobstructed view of her naked body has her core warming up by the second.

But even just the feeling of walking around the city in nothing but her birthday suit and pair of handcuffs, being unable to cover herself causes her inner thighs to get coated in her liquids, with her only regret being that she can’t take care of herself right now.

“Am I an—” She thought to herself before stopping in her tracks, eyes wide as she spots a couple walking down the street across from her. The man seems to be 6 ft while the woman looks 5’8”. They seem to be distracted by each other, so they haven’t spotted her yet.

Casandra looks around frantically to find a spot to hide, knowing that waiting even a second longer would have her completely exposed to two people. To her right is a blue mailbox, just wide enough to hide her figure.

With no better option left, she ducks down on the ground with her back against the mailbox. She shifts her legs up to her chest, squishing her breasts in the process. Her heart races as she hears the couple walk by.

“Are you sure that guy is okay? I heard him scream in pain down that alleyway,” The woman said in slight fear.

“Don’t worry. It’s all just your imagination,” The man said, reassuring the woman.

They walk past Casandra, their legs getting dangerously close to her nude body. Part of her wants to scream in fear by how close they were to spotting her, but another can’t help but feel excited by the risk. After a couple of seconds, she peers out from the side of the mailbox to see the couple considerably farther away from her.

So, she gets out of her hiding spot, struggling of course due to her current predicament, before continuing her walk down the sidewalk and to her friends.