Getting Her Purse

By the time Renee pushed through the front doors of the bank, bursting out into the bright afternoon sunshine, a small crowd had gathered in the parking lot. A whole new set spectators cheered and whistled as the buxom babe streaked past, her naked body practically glowing in the sunshine, luscious curves jiggling in all the right places. She made a beeline for her car, cheeks burning hotter than the pavement beneath her feet.

However, as she instinctively reached for her keys, her heart sank in her well-endowed chest. Her purse – with her keys, her phone, and everything else she needed to leave – was still inside the bank, sitting where she had left it on Ms. Hargrove’s desk. “Nooo! Why me?!” she whined as she stomped a foot in frustration, accidentally causing her plentiful bubble butt to wobble for the people behind her.

With no other options, the naked girl turned and dashed back toward the bank, her birthday suit on full display once again amid the renewed applause from her audience. The lobby transformed into a circus of chaos as the naked redhead reentered the building, employees and clients alike clapping and cheering as she scurried past them while her hands futilely covered what little they could.

Renee skidded to a halt outside the manager’s office, and began frantically pounding on the door. “Um… hello? Is anyone in there?! Please! My purse… I left my purse inside!”