Rest Stop

A few hours passed for the most part uneventfully. Sam focused on the road, trying not to laugh too hard at her mom’s expense. Lacey tapped away on her phone, enthralled in her “Snapchat”. Joanne tried her best to ignore her nakedness, but the shifting of the seatbelt served as a constant reminder. Every time the car went past a police car, Joanne panicked slightly at the thought of getting pulled over.

However, soon enough Joanne realized she needed to use the bathroom. Her heart sank, knowing she wouldn’t be able to hold it for the entire trip. With a heavy heart, Joanne spoke up.

“Sam? I think we need to pull off at the next exit. I need to use the bathroom.”

Sam rolled her eyes in annoyance. She began to gradually pull into the right most lane, and caught sight of a rest area. A sly smile spread across Sam’s face, as she imagined her mom streaking to the restroom and back, in front of countless amounts of strangers.

“Alright, we can stop here for a few minutes.” Sam explained, as she slowed to an appropriate speed. Joanne sighed with relief at first, then gulped once she remembered she would have to go to the bathroom with absolutely nothing to cover her body but her hands. Joanne looked around the rest stop as Sam began to park the car, and sank lower into her seat.

Sam looked over and could tell her mom was having doubts, and grinned. “Come on mom, it won’t be that bad. It’ll be fun!”

“Fun?” Joanne asked sarcastically. She looked off towards the bathroom, which had a group of around twenty people standing outside of it. “Getting arrested for public nudity isn’t fun.” She quipped.

Lacey looked up from her phone, and around the parking lot, scanning the area for a police cruiser. “As far as I can tell, there isn’t any cops around. And I doubt anybody will call one out here just because of some naked lady.” Lacey explained simply. Joanne groaned, dreading the inevitable.

Lacey could tell her mom was anxious, and tried to reassure her. “Try not to think about it too hard. Here, you can borrow my shoes.” Lacey untied her shoelaces, and handed her shoes over as quickly as possible. Joanne accepted them, nodding her thanks since she wouldn’t have to expose her bare feet to the bathroom floor.

With no excuse to delay aside from the inevitable embarrassment, Joanne readied herself to run, reminding herself that nobody would know who she was. With a sharp inward breath, Joanne unbuckled her seatbelt, and slid out of the passenger side door.

Upon further observation, Joanne concluded that her run would be further than anticipated. About two hundred feet of pavement, grass, and nosy onlookers stood between her and the women’s restroom. Joanne pushed forward defiantly, and covered her assets with her hands to try and retain at least some modesty.

Immediately, Joanne was noticed by several people near the picnic tables. Most seemed shocked at first, but quickly began to get the attention of their peers, and pointed in her direction. Laughter began to erupt from a particularly amused family, which caused a chain reaction of laughs, scoffs, and head shakes. Joanne blushed as she ran past, hearing a loud whistle behind her. Her stomach began to tighten as she filled with adrenaline.

The next obstacle to tackle, was the crowd near the front door. Joanne awkwardly ran through a gap in the crowd, and felt her bare ass brush up against a few strangers. She quickly slipped through the doorway, glad she was at least out of the prying eyes of the wider public.

Joanne quickly found an empty stall, and sprinted inside with a sigh of relief. “Thank god...” she said, after taking a few deep breaths.