She looks for more clothes

Jenny tried to hold one arm across the damp tee shirt in an effort to hide her big braless boobs as she exited the restaurant. She felt like all eyes were on her as she passed tables full of people and pushed on the door and went out into the warm sunshine. The exasperated miss squinted, looking across the parking lot, realizing she hadn't paid attention to where her family had parked the trusty old hatchback.

Her eyes searched the aisle she thought they had parked in, using the arm that wasn't cradling her boobs to hold the hem of the short tee dress as a breeze picked up. A couple cars drove slowly by, beeping at her, the male drivers smiling back at her.

Her search finally bore fruit when Jenny spied the rusting four door hatchback wagon one aisle over. The teen wriggled between the cars separating her from her family ride, dropping her guard to look through the ring of keys to find the hatch's key. She could feel the high sun warming her ample bosom as she studied the keys, hoping it would help dry her shirt more quickly.

It was then she felt a tug to her side and saw her shirt hem had gotten caught on the high front bumper of a high-riding pickup truck.

"Oh shit! What else!" Jenny growled, looking over.

She tugged a little, but it was wrapped around the inside bend. Jenny leaned over, lifting the shirt hem in an effort to unwrap the shirt tail from the chrome appendage. Jenny knew that she'd be flashing her ass and pussy to anyone that came by, but had to do so, and finally got her only covering loose from the fender.

Jenny near sprinted across the lane and jostled the key ring, turning the key and popping open the back of the wagon. She moved bags around, but to no avail. She just could not find her familiar bag. She lifted her leg and started to climb up on the tailgate.