Stay on the bench.

You shake your head shamefully, saying you can't, even though deep down you really want to spend more time with him. You just can't imagine the embarrassment of orgasming right next to him, and in this park.

Troy frowns. "Oh... Alright. That's fine. Say, how about we do this another time then? I was just using the bathroom, so I'm going to head back to the beach." He lifts his backpack, and begins to walk away. "Some other time though, alright?"

You nod, saddened by his leaving though relieved to be alone. You couldn't bare any more walking right now... not like this. It feels too good.

Given your skirt being bunched up, your butt getting comfortable, and any number of other frustrating issues, you stand up to stretch. No harm could come from that, certainly. But as you pull yourself up, you hear a terrible ripping sound. Your skirt's edge somehow caught on a loose nail or something, because you're now standing in front of the bench with only your panties to cover you down there, and they hardly do a job of it.

The underwear at this point is as bunched up as a thong. You look around, covering your crotch quickly with your hands as you frantically look around. People could see everything... What if someone was behind you? But if you covered your ass, then what if someone was in front of you? Your heart beats rapidly as you're made skirtless!