Ten Minutes; Hearts

“Alright ten minutes Red otherwise I’m going to have to get going” Clint offered.

“Thank you! Really!” Renee exclaimed, “now uh c-can you look away for a moment?”

“Tick tock Red” the nonchalant college guy said before closing his eyes and leaning back. Allowing Renee to desperately throw the first pair of panties she could pull out of the bag. Not wanting to waste any time. Of course he couldn’t help but take a peek at her perfect ass as she eagerly shook, pulled, and squeezed the squishy pale cheeks into the undersized garment.

Soon, with phone, wallet, and borrowed umbrella in hand, she took off out of the car and towards the entrance. Already one minute down. Clint's eyes going from the radio clock to the bright white panties, speckled with tiny red hearts , adorning the sexy ginger's bouncy butt as she ran.

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“Woah! Let me guess you forgot your pants at home? Cute panties Red”

“Pff bit early for valentines huh?”

“Heart panties, ass, AND bush? Everyday is Valentines with this chick around”

“There might be kids here you bimbo! Put some damn clothes on!”

From the moment she left Clint’s car to the door Renee was bombarded with reactions and comments to her current wardrobe plight. Even as she went inside snide comments and sexual exclamations followed her.

“You often find yourself with something long, black, and wet between your legs in public?” One commented, using the rolled up umbrella Renee was covering her crotch with to make double entendre.

“Why does everyone have to be such di- Ow!” Renee thought while turning a corner and getting hit by a cart.

“Oof sorry are yo- uhhh” the man pushing the cart muttered as he suddenly got a delicious eye full of Renee’s melons after the arm she was using to hold the unraveled top down slid up in the collision. Slipping the fabric over her wet, and now glistening, tits who wobbled free.

Not slow to notice Renee yelped as she turned, pushed her arm down, and squatted on instinct. Giving the man a nice look of her fit bum trying to burst free of the tight, now nearly transparent, heart kiddy panties. Taking a moment to make sure her top was covering her again, Renee clicked her phone on and reminded herself she didn't have time to flounder. So she quickly got up and started running again.

With seven minutes left she hadn’t realized she’d caught a thread on the man's cart and was yet again swiftly losing coverage. Every foot closer to her goal was a foot of thread riding up her top till the only thing left covering her magnificent mammeries was her arm.

Meanwhile everyone else was greeted by the sight of the half naked redhead sprinting by, leaving a trail of water and a thin red line. Well until the line met the seam attaching the bottom half to the collar and sleeves and came off with a pop. Leaving Renee no hope of ever using the top to cover her jublies ever again.

On the bright side she soon came within eye sight of the clothing section of the store.