Keely finds some clothes

Panting, Keely peeked out from behind her latest hiding place; a low stone wall.

The closest shave she had endured so far was when her phone pinged loudly when hiding from a group of Dutch athletes; Georgia had finally picked up her message.

Keely had been **** to run away, and she was sure they had seen her retreating buttocks.

Her core was telling her that it was past time that she ate something, and that she should already have visited the bathroom today. Her eyes lit up when she spotted her friend, carrying a bundle in her arms.

"Georgia! Over here!"

It was only when she got close enough to catch sight of Keely's bare shoulder that Georgia realised just how little clothing she had on.

"I can't wait to hear about this!" Georgia smirked.

"Just give me the clothes!" Keely hissed, reaching out with one arm.

"Not until you tell me how you ended up like this."

"Seriously?! I'm fucking freezing! Quick, before someone sees!"

Shrugging Georgia turned away.

"If you're not going to tell, you can streak all the way back."

"No, wait!" Keely cried, panicking. "Fine! I...I'll tell you."

Keely cringed as she was retold her events of that morning in excruciatingly embrassing detail.

"...and that's when you found me here. Now, please, can I have some clothes?"

Georgia tossed the bundle over the wall, and the nude girl quickly scrambled into it. Keely hugged herself and glowed with humiliation as she emerged from her hiding spot.

Everything was way too big. The plain white t-shirt dwarfed her, and made it clear that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. The board shorts were loose around her hips, meanwhile, the sandals were at risk of falling off her small feet with every step.

"Can we please go now?" Keely asked, but without warning, Georgia snatched her phone from her hand, and shouted loudly.

"Wow, it's Keely Hodgkinson! Everyone, come and meet the newest Olympic champion!"

"No! Georgia!" Keely begged, but the older woman was dragging her across the courtyard, continuing to shout until a large crowd formed.

Georgia pushed her forwards gently, and Keely started to greet everyone, sign autographs, and take selfies.

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Georgia hung back, studying her friend and trying not to laugh.

Keely was trying to be polite, but it was clear that she was struggling. She squeezed her thighs together, the consequences of going comando in a stiff breeze plain to see. She clutched her stomach, her lack of any breakfast causing hunger, while her occasional twitches could be linked as much with her need to use the toilet as to her general embarrassment.

But Georgia's real delight came from seeing the 22-year-old itching herself; she had laced the clothes with itching powder, and it wouldn't be long before it became unbearable for Miss Hodgkinson.