Ignore him and move on

Nah. You shake your head. He has already taken more than enough pics to last him for a while. There is nothing you need to do for him anymore. You keep your face straight and head towards the park.

The rest of your walk was pretty uneventful. Some flashes here and there, some guys tried to hit on you, and some even got really touchy with you. But, you didn't mind at all. The attention you get as a slutty teenage girl is actually quite intoxicating. It makes you feel more relevant. It makes you--happy.

At last, you reach your destination and stand in front of the crowded area. You look around and spot a lot of potential places to cause some mischief. There are a lot of people walking around, some family picnics, and a few couples sitting on benches. To you, however, the scenery looks more like a buffet for your depraved mind to enjoy. Let's liven up people's uneventful day. It's not like a little slut comes all day; well, maybe today you will.

You decide to start slow by walking around the quiet park. There must be some way to help the local joggers to stay motivated. After a little brainstorm, you find a beautiful spot on the grassy field to put your backpack down. This is going to be fun.

You pretend to be a simple picnicker. You keep your legs closed and straight while bending down to rummage around in your backpack. You are just an innocent girl having difficulties locating her picnic blanket. It just so happens to be that you conveniently forgot to wear some panties today; how unfortunate. Any passerby can clearly see your bare ass and pussy as your tight dress rides up your to your waist. However, nobody can see the wicked smile you have on your face.

Soon enough, you can feel dirty looks piling up on you. You don't even have to look behind you to know that you capture people's attention. To push it even further, you start to wiggle your assets left and right, pretending to panic as you can't find your nonexistent picnic equipment. You snicker a little as you think how the new 'Zoe' is such a bad girl.

Suddenly, you feel something warm and firm pressing against your back. You freeze up, fix your dress, and quickly turn around to see a sweaty guy standing in front of you. He must be one of the joggers, and it seems like he approached you while you were in your act.

He knows that has spooked you, so he smiles at you innocently enough to diffuse the situation.

"Hey there. My name is Eric. Can I help you somehow, 'cause you look like you'd need some help finding whatever it is in your backpack."

After eyeing his surroundings suspiciously, he carefully leans in closer to whispers into your ears, "I know this must be really embarrassing for you, but I just wanna let you know that you don't have panties on. Everyone could see your ass, and I am so sorry to tell you, I included."

What a gentleman! He seriously thinks that you just forgot your panties. How sweet and naive that guy can be.

You look him up and down. He obviously cares about his figure as he jogs to maintain his lean build. Besides the sweat beads running down his body, he looks fairly decent. No beard, no tattoos, he has nothing that makes him stand out from the crowd, your average Joe through and through. However, you spot something exciting about his lower region. In his loose shorts, he pitches such a massive tent that you swear it threatened to poke a hole in the fabric. He is gifted with at least something entertaining.

Maybe it is because you are 'Zoe' right now, but your eyes lock themselves onto his crotch. You cannot look away. Something about his impressive equipment awakens your, or rather Zoe's primal instincts. You have to think fast to resolve this situation.