Make a run for it

Despite the smarter part of your brain telling you that using the cardboard as cover, even if it’s bad cover, is better than going naked, you can’t help but feel a stirring inside at the prospect of sprinting naked across a parking lot. So you come up with some dumb excuse for yourself that explains that trying to fashion the cardboard into something usable might take too long, or something along those lines, and decide to just go for it.

You peer around the corner, your body pressed against the outer wall of the building, leaving your dick squished between your stomach and the sort of popcorn textured wall, which seems to be effective at getting you fully hard once more.

It takes a couple minutes, the amount of time it would’ve taken to make something out of the cardboard anyway, but when it finally seems empty enough, with the only people outside being ones on the other side who probably wouldn’t see you enough to tell that you were naked. You give yourself a couple seconds to psyche yourself up, and start running.

For whatever reason, you decide not to cover your junk, so it flops around as you sprint faster than you’ve ever gone before towards the nearest car, and quickly dive out of sight, against the door. You put your back to the car, and shiver at the metal against your lower cheeks. You shake your head, trying to dispel it, and not fully succeeding. You peek over to make sure the coast is clear before you sprint to the next car, then the next. Soon, you’re already about halfway to your car.

But, as you stop at one car in particular, you are almost startled out of your skin (which is all you have left) when you hear a dog barking above you. But that wasn’t the worst part.

“Brinn, what is it?”

A voice rises from the other side of the car, and you pale. The driver was still there, mere feet away from seeing your nude body crouching there. And their dog was doing it’s best to give away your position.

“What? Is something over there?” The woman says, and you hear her footsteps approaching. You don’t have time to check to see if anyone is around, and as she moves around the car, you do the same, eventually ending up on the opposite side, where she now stands where you were. The dog is still looking in your direction, having followed you, but with you now out of sight, it stopped barking.

For a moment.

It jumped across to the driver’s seat and pokes its head out of the window. Once it sees you, it starts barking again, and you quickly try to think of a plan. It was too risky to try to outmaneuver her again, as it would take up valuable time. On the other hand, you couldn’t stay here.

Just as the woman starts walking towards you, you quickly crouch-run away, around the opposite side, and behind the car beside hers. You press your body tightly against it, your heart racing. You try to hold your breath and listen to see if she gave any indication of seeing you.

“Seriously, what are you barking at?” She asks, and you breathe a sigh of relief. You weren’t spotted, at least not by her. Hopefully you weren’t seen by anyone else either. As the woman reprimands her dog and locks the car, you continue on your trek to your car.

Finally, you reach it, and as you reach for the handle, something suddenly strikes you; a sudden, horrifying realization:

You don’t have your keys. They’re back in your pants. Which means...you’ll need to go back inside.

You groan loudly, and turn back to the building. You’ll have to make the trek back, meaning all that risk you just took was for nothing. You sigh, your excitement starting to partly turn into annoyance. You start creeping your way back to the building, thankfully not having too much trouble on the way.

Until you get to the open area between the building and the last car. There’s too many people for you to not get seen by at least someone, and you know you can’t stay here for long. You have to go, and try to make it out of sight before someone fully sees you.

Still, you wait until there’s only a few people, and you go, sprinting to the building, feeling your dick flopping around once more. As you’re about to reach the side, you hear a gasp, and a voice.

“See! I told you!” The voice sounds familiar, and with horror, you realize it’s the girls from earlier, specifically the one that had seen you. You don’t stop though, and keep going, as fast as your legs can carry you. You hear the faint sound of pursuit, but don’t stop for even a moment until you round the corner to the back of the building, and slap yourself against the side, breathing heavily, your legs burning. You hear their footsteps approach in the distance, and then slow to a stop.

“But...I swear I...”

“There’s no one there, why would a naked man be running around here?”

“But maybe if we keep going-“

“Do you really think we can just go to the back of the building without getting in trouble? Just let it go.”

“But...urgh, fine!”

With that, you hear the dejected girl and her friend walk away. You can’t help but laugh a little. That poor girl. You can’t help but feel bad.

But you have your own issues. You slowly make your way back towards the back door, hoping that Ashley is still there, and that no one else opens that door. You’d have no way of explaining.

You walk up, and after hesitating for a moment, knock on the metal door. You stand there, your hands over your crotch as you wait. Finally, after a few agonizing seconds, the door opens.