Pumping Gas

Renee was at the moment, scurrying back to her car. Outfitted with a hair tie, her neon orange sneakers, blue bag affixed to her bare flesh puppies, and her right hand clamped to her now naked untanned lower intimates. She could feel every bounce of her buttcheeks jiggling moreso than without the support of her panties with every hurried step towards her destination.

The panicked teen scanned her surroundings hoping no one else would see her in the buff. The parking lot was full but no people were currently outside luckily as she made her way to her car. Once there the very nude teenager was left with another dilemma. Grabbing the pump required at least one free hand and both were currently being used for modesty's sake.

Another glance around saw the pumps still barren, Renee nervously removed her hand from her muffin as unlocked her gas cap, reached for the handle from the pump, and began the process to fill up her car. Once done, she slapped her hand back over her orange fielded lower lips. Watching the numbers slowly inch up to the 25.00 mark, Renee started to hear someone yelling at her from across the street, looking over she saw a tall, lanky built, teenaged male with a fedora and an oversized trenchcoat with a suit and tie underneath. And most importantly a high definition camera with zoom attachment immortalizing her current humiliating situation.

“Zowie! What a scoop for the STBY High Tribune! Hey! Hey you! I can see your fat lily white peach shape of a bum! You should get some sun on those buns babycakes."

“Oh my god please shut the fuck up….” She whispered making sure no one else was around, uneasily shifting her feet which in turn made her buns wobble while watching the price hit 10.08.

“HEY! Miss! You look like you're bare buck naked! Are you actually in the buff right now, miss?! Wait, are you the Reluctant Redhead?! Oh my god no one will believe me. Man your boobies are as huge as your booty! Can I see that pussy? I bet it's as pink as your nipples!” The inquisitive lad continued to annoy and remind Renee of her current state of disdress fixing her bag to properly cover her girls.

“Can I borrow your coat?!” she pleaded desperate for any actual cover to wear at this point. The man only scoffed.

“As much as I'd love to have a naked beauty such as yourself adorned in my digs. I, Walter S. Rathers, must be off for I am, like the news, is always on the move!” He declared taking a few more photos, then proudly placing his hands on his hips ever so dramatically before taking off in a random direction. Leaving Renee befuddled as she was embarrassed.

Glancing back at the price as it slowly crawled to 12.69. The ginger let out an angered huff tempted to ask what else could go wrong.