Run

Lynn decided to make a break for it. She ran as fast as she could, running through the crowd, pushing people out of her way. Her bare skin contacting very much clothed ones, she felt all kinds of hands make grabs for anything they could get a hold of. Her stomach, back, legs, arms, arse, breasts, or even between her legs. Eventually, Lynn cleared the crowd, where she found a very stunned mother and son staring open mouthed at her. The mother covered the boy's eyes.

"You should be ashamed of yourself!" the woman scolded.

The mother marched away from Lynn, still covering the boys eyes. Lynn stood still, like a deer trapped in headlights. She hadn't yet realised that during the mass fondling of her body, two lucky guys had managed to grab her breasts, and had walked away with the souvenirs of her pink pasties, getting to fondle her bare nipples for a few milliseconds in the process. Lynn was now completely topless, with her tiny brown nipples out for all to see.

Lynn, however, hadn't yet noticed as she sprinted towards the women's bathroom. Her breasts bounced wildly as she ran. Her embarrassed red flush had now spread to her chest. She passed an almost endless stream of shocked faces, some shouting after her. Some were compliments, others not so much.

Eventually, Lynn managed to make it to the women's toilets. She burst through the door, and there she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She almost broke into tears upon seeing her own very nearly naked reflection staring back at her. She saw, horrified, that her pink pasties had somehow disappeared. She'd just streaked the entire con with her tits out!

Lynn's misery was interrupted when she heard a toilet flush in one of the cubicles, and a woman exited, also in costume. She stopped dead upon seeing the sight of Lynn.

"Oh my god..." She said in shock, looking Lynn up and down, "Can I get a picture with you?"