Take her to the shop.

While you do feel an inherent want to comfort her, you have prior obligations. You start, "Fiona, while it is great to see you I need to meet my fiancee at church. I can take you to the shop but then I have to get going." Fiona sighs but says she needs to get her bags from the car and she'll go with you. She grabs a purse and some bags from some clothing stores. You hop in the drivers side and clean up the passengers side for her. As she swings her yoga pans clad legs in you can help but grab a peak. She has the legs of one of those QuickShot models who display their asses in various locales for millions of fans online for a living. The perfect mix of toned and bouncy. You remember how she used to wear those tight sweatpants with words across the back and have you massage her hamstrings and glutes after leg workouts. She'd ask you how certain letters felt in your hands pushing your buttons until you were putty in her hands.

By the time you snap out of those wonderful thoughts Fiona was sitting going through her bags. Fiona declares, "You don't need to wait for me. I'll do my thing over here." With that you hurriedly start the car and concentrate on driving. Shortly after leaving the parking garage and at a red light, out of your peripheral vision you see Fiona peeling off her yoga pants revealing a black pair of satiny panties. You snap you head over to her and exclaim, "Fi, what the hell are you doing!?" Fiona looks over at you and nonchalantly replies, "Relax Sugah, I'm just changing my workout cloths. I usually do it in my car before leaving the mall but for obvious reasons I can't." She begins to pull down her panties which you now see is a thong and you are mesmerized as you can't help but follow them down her perfect legs.

Your jaw is dropped as a car behind you beeps, causing you to snap back to attention much like your now raging hard on. You get to another red and look back over. She is bent down to the right side going through one of her bags, completely nude from the waist down with her butt pointed right at you. Her caramel skin is so smooth, you resist the urge to lean over and rub your lips over much less just run your hands against it. You notice her lower back has a tattoo, but you can make out what, maybe people of some sort. You struggle to get your attention back to driving and start to say, "Fiona, please put your clothes on. This isn't college. People can't see you in here like this. I have a...". Fiona cuts you off by saying, "Oh stop! This is nothing you haven't seen before and I don't see any trucks around here so no one can see in."