A sweaty trek.

As she stood back up and made her way out of the restroom she was quite proud of herself. Walking along the con floor, stopping briefly for a few photos she made her way towards the front door. Deciding Becky had the right idea, exploring the rest of the con was a good idea. Besides she might even find a private please to relieve all this pent up frustration.

Because while the gentle metal rubbing accompanying every step had gone away it was replaced by a intense awareness of every little air current, every swish of fabric.

That open air feeling wasn't unnoticed either. When she squatted down before leaving the restroom the plate formerlly the only thing protecting her modesty to flash photography had both risen in placement (intentionally) and angle (unintentionally), thenend result was that the fabric that used to rest on her womanhood was now held put a full inch or more in front of her otherwise naked body. This wasn't obvious from above but more than a few people to her sides enjoyed an unobstructed view of her still blushing and slightly parted bubblegum pink labia. As she made her way down the escalator to the main lobby before heading out the front door of the hotel.

She hadn't been outside in hours, since before the subway ride to get here. The heat of the September Atlanta day hit her full in the face the gentle breeze feeling more like an open oven. She quickly moved her hands to hold the front of her outfit down (unintentionally bunching up the fabric as she did so, making the front panel more wavy but also slightly thinner with each press of her palms, which also caused the backplate to lift from her behind giving passersby at the right angle a momentary glimpse at the entirety of her round ass with every bob of the fabric in line with her quick steps.

Now Dragoncon is a bit of a sprawling mess when you get right down to it. Having outgrown any single hotel it was based out of 6 different venues all within a couple blocks of each other. As a result you had a steady stream of costumed nerds flowing every direction on the street busily getting where they were going out of this heat. Mixed in with the usual downtown commuters. It was past 11 at this point, being lunch hour there was a steady flow of vehicle as well as foot traffic on her 2 block trek to the next hotel.

She felt more exposed and out of her element here than when she first stepped out onto the confloor. The reactions of the passerbys was entirely less respectful.

Instead of asking permission they just openly gawked and a few took pictures or videos of the young coed... well they -could- have just been the crowd in general but Grace sure felt like the center of attention.

While some of that was indeed in her head, the effect of direct sunlight wasn't -quite- as effective as a camera flash in vanishing her clothing. But it was obvious even at a glance the young coed wasn't wearing anything underneath.

This was of course at the beginning of her trek.

By the time her destination came into view a fine sheen of sweat was coating her entire body. Causing her skin to tingle with every gust of wind as they reminded her of her nearly naked state.

The fabric over her ass specifically was now flinging to her like a glove, while the metal chain and waist belt itself felt slick on her skin and slid around slightly, continually needing to be readjusted as each stride sent it slightly off center. And as she tried to nonchalantly hold it in place, the fabric continued to subtlety bunch up from the **** of being held in place on both sides as her legs rocked the metal plate back and forth.

The entirety of her focus was on getting out of the heat and eyes of the public.

She belt like a swimsuited beachgoer walking in downtown. And the con was her beach, her people.

As she got to the door of the second hotel, this she bent over to retrieve her access bange from her ankle pouch she once again felt the belt dig into her waist slightly. She paid it no mind as she retrieved the badge and flashed it to the security staff.

As she made her way inside the building the air conditioning rolled over her sweat covered body like an ocean wave, sending a shiver down her whole body as goosebumbs formed all over. Her thin sweat soaked top hid nothing as her nipples already stimulated by the constant rubbing of the metal accents went into high alert at the tempature change.