Take everything off

As Lizzie's mom snatched her clothes from Lizzie's hands, she frowned. "My goodness, you are soaked all the way underneath too!" Lizzy rolled her eyes. Couldn't she keep her voice down so that the other campers wouldn't catch on? Her mom, however, noticed this and was angered even further.

"I don't like this attitude from you, young lady," she said. "What? I gave you the clothes, didn't I? Can I go to my tent now?" Again, her mom misunderstood Lizzie's desire not to be seen. "That's it. Take the rest off right now." Lizzie grasped at whatever clothing she had remaining. "What? You can't mean_" "Yes, you heard what I said very clearly. I want everything off. Your shoes and socks too, I'm getting them all washed." her mom interrupted. "Mom, please," Lizzie tried to reason with her.

Once again, the soaked fabric resisted being pulled off her body. Although Lizzie managed to unhook the bra with one hand to keep herself covered, she could not do the same with her panties. Left with ****, she left her tits dangling, as she **** her panties down to her ankles. Reluctantly, she stepped out of them_ not that it did her much good sitting down there. She picked up both pieces and handed them over to her mom's waiting hand. Keeping herself covered, she looked up at her mom.

"You make it harder for yourself the longer you wait," she said. Lizzie looked around and noticed that all of a sudden, every eye in the camping site was on her. This included her brother, who was watching what was transpiring, dumbfounded from the side. She pushed him out of her thoughts; she didn't want to know what he would think about if she got naked now. In one lucky break (at least), her dad was missing from the scene. He was either still tinkering with the tents to gathering supplies from elsewhere. Her spectators, on the contrary, observed Lizzie closely. Some of them had overheard their argument and realized what was about to happen (and they certainly didn't want to miss it).

"What is it?" Lizzie asked her mom, who still had her hand raised and open. "I'm still waiting on your shoes." Her mom was right; Lizzie's muddy shoes and socks still waited patiently on her feet. As if she wasn't flustered enough from the eyes watching her, she had to expose herself one more time to retrieve her remaining clothing.

She regretted not going for them first. Her shoes, even with their laces untied, resisted harder than her panties. Pulling her socks off was an even worse ordeal. She had to do it with one leg raised, and wriggling her feet to get them free. What resulted was a wet and jiggly performance for her audience. Lizzie could only be glad that most were relatively far away from her. (Although, she couldn't say the same for Michael who was right next to her!)

Now completely bare of any fabric, Lizzie prayed that this **** would finally be over. "I finished mom..." she said in a defeated voice.