Ten Blocks

She breathed a sigh of relief as it turned out the car was crossing a street but not coming toward her. Renee fixed her view back to her destination, and came to a conclusion.

Ten blocks. That was about how far she figured her house was, ten blocks. Like a runner at the starting gate she took a breath, put her hands over her breasts and thatch, and started walking. She was exhausted from walking all this distance with no shoes had taken a toll on her bare feet. As much as she wanted to run, she wasn’t sure that she could.

After all, she had spent all her energy running from so many people. This hellish day the list of people who had seen what laid beneath her had grown: a handful of her classmates, her local priest, her crush, and all those people on her trek out of the grocery store towards home. How many of them were uploading Renee's flawless form to the internet and social media. She let out an exasperated sigh after seeing the coast was clear and set her pace to a light jog.

As she reached the first house in the development she put her head down, hoping her hair falling over her face this time to help to hide her identity from anyone still home at this hour. The first two blocks were uneventful - no one had called out and she hadn’t heard any cars. She didn’t dare think about whether anyone was looking out their window and quietly watching her pass by, which only a black kitten had seen. She didn't know whether anyone might be outside sitting on their front porch drinking coffee. Although school was in session, she knew plenty of people in the area who worked from home.

As she approached the next street her efforts to pretend no one was watching all shattered with the sound of one and then several male voices yelling out toward the redhead.

“Hey beautiful!”

“Dammmmmyyyynnn!”

“Lookin’ thick as a bowl of oatmeal!”

“Do you want a ride? I don't mean on my bike!”

She could hear the laughter of others as a group of 15 or 20 cyclists rode past her from left to right. Renee remained still in her classic Venus pose, luckily covering everything. Well except her quivering buns, as the gust of wind brought on by the cyclists clearly reminded her. She was unable to continue until the last person had passed with a resounding wooo. She stood there, head down, face scrunching up to try and stop the tears. Seconds later when the way was clear, her adrenaline kicked in one last time and Renee found the energy to start running. She continued to keep her head down and held both hands over her breasts, exposing her pussy to anyone watching but making it easier to run.