The duo make ludicrously slow progress walking behind the building.

Mackenzie’s heart was nearly ping ponging out of her chest.

Besides their current snail tiptoeing speed with Samantha slowly pulling Mackenzie into danger, everything was moving so fast.

One minute she’s walking through the relatively safe halls delivering boxes (pretty much naked), and now she’s tied up outside about to do a lap of the building (also naked). Just yesterday morning Mackenzie was living a normal clothed life before her VIP spa treatment, and now she had a new girlfriend and seemingly may never wear clothes again.

Mackenzie looked ahead at the stretch of side parking lot they were slow-waltzing through.

About 100 feet of warm asphalt, one lane’s width of it, wound around the building.

Flanking on their right, the spa’s wall. Thankfully every window that Mackenzie could see had their curtains drawn. She was grateful that most spa-goers would prefer that any random pedestrian wouldn’t be able to peek in at them, and thus she was safe from reverse peeking by anyone inside the spa.

Flanking on their left, the street. A four lane two-way main road, bordered by a sidewalk. Between the cement of the sidewalk and the asphalt of the parking lot, there was a dirt-filled median covered in little wood chips. Every few steps there was a small green bush, barely tall enough for Mackenzie to have cover from mid-thigh down, for all the good that did.

The road itself did have a few cars zip by, leaving an appreciative honk as they careened toward the green light up ahead at the end of this part of Mackenzie’s journey. Mackenzie wished they’d get out of sight before the light turned red, but couldn’t will herself to walk faster. She wanted so badly to meld through the wall of the spa into the safety of Samantha’s office.

Mackenzie tried her best at keeping herself covered. With her hands bound, she could only cover one half of her front half as they walked. Or she could, if Samantha wasn’t yanking her hands forward every few steps. I’m glad she’s keeping us moving, thought Mackenzie, looking around at the wide open street, if she weren’t here I might freeze up back here. But could she please stop pulling my hands like that?

Her round backside was on display to the street and the world. Mackenzie couldn’t reach behind herself to cover her butt if she tried.

As Mackenzie put her hands back into place, wrists stuck together and forearms pressed down over her bust. She noticed a very embarrassing fact. Two protruding points poked back into her arms. She slid one arm along her right boob, and brought both hands over to her left to inspect. Feeling and prodding, Mackenzie discovered her nipples were harder than ever, and absolutely throbbing. I wasn’t that turned on before, what’s going on? thought Mackenzie.

With Samantha looking the other way, she tried pinching. Mackenzie bit her lip to hold back making a noise while exploring her body.

Perfectly coinciding with the pinch, several things happened.

Honk Honk! A car rushed by, stopping the naked overstimulated redhead in her tracks. At the same time, Samantha, still walking forward, pointed at the car, yanking Mackenzie’s hands forward, causing her to twist and pull her nipple. Mackenzie quietly growled, barely staying otherwise silent.

Samantha seemed to not notice what Mackenzie was up to as she turned around and smiled. Mackenzie returned the smile, and brought both hands in front of her crotch. This squished her boobs together, accentuating her cleavage. Samantha seemed to appreciate the view before turning back around and leading the way. Mackenzie blushed at accidentally showing off for her fully clothed sandy-blonde girlfriend.

Mackenzie managed to keep her hands in place as Samantha yanked her forward. Continuing her previous inspection, Mackenzie discovered that she was definitely more turned on than she was before. Moisture obscenely dripped down her thighs, and a warm feeling radiated from between her legs. One hand petted and prodded, confirming her lewd discovery, while the other hid the explorer from view.

Samantha was skipping sideways, looking back at the embarrassed and aroused redhead.

“Long day,” said Samantha, stretching her arms in the air with a small yawn.

As she lifted her arms, the towel strip went with it and so did Mackenzie’s bound wrists. With upward momentum, her hands cupped over her pussy firmly rubbed along her lips and up her belly. Her other upper set of lips let out a quiet half-moan half-gasp.

This time it was Mackenzie’s turn to yank her hands, pulling them up to cover her mouth.

Samantha ran her eyes up and especially down Mackenzie’s body, lingering between her legs.

Mackenzie felt something that turned her cheeks a whole new shade of red. Pulling her hands away from her face, her mouth was now covered in a sheen of wetness from between her legs. She slapped them back over her face, spreading things further but hiding it for the moment.

Mackenzie held her thighs firmly shut, with her feet together.

Waiting for Samantha to turn around, the redhead rubbed the back of her hands all over her chin, hopefully removing most of the evidence from Samantha.

“Come on, sweetstuff. Let’s save that for the office.” said Samantha, doing a full 360 degree spin and winking. She swapped the towel from one hand to the other, and walked forward again.

“I wasn’t...” Mackenzie wanted to dispute what she was doing and feeling, that she isn’t doing any of this on purpose and that her body has a mind of its own. As soon as Samantha jerked her towel along again, tingles of pleasure pulsed through Mackenzie.

Mackenzie finally had a realization. Her arousal peaked every time Samantha pulled the towel. The feelings coursing through her had nothing to do with the public nudity and everything to do with Samantha. Their naughty actions together were causing this, not some underlying exhibitionist tendencies!

Not that that makes it much better, thought Mackenzie. She’ll have to explain it to Samantha later. It’ll be embarrassing, but at least it’ll clear the air of any and all misunderstandings between the pair. I wouldn’t want her to get the wrong idea!

Mackenzie gave in and followed Samantha, trembling as she shuffled forward with her feet together. She kept her mouth shut to not discuss her current awkward situation, but also to stop any more errant noises from surprising her.

The couple continued shuffling forward at a snail’s pace. Mackenzie looked back at their wake and had another realization. They’ve only walked about a couple dozen feet along the back of the building! How can that be true… thought Mackenzie, looking down at her bare feet tiptoeing one toe at a time. Samantha yanked her forward another foot. I guess that answers that question.

Less than a third of the way done with their journey, Mackenzie looked up ahead.

A few feet ahead of them, Mackenzie could see a door with a dumpster on the other side. A few small metal trash cans sat between her and the door. On their left, the sparse shrubs gave way to a proper hedge at belly button height that rounded all the way around the parking lot and building. Mackenzie was grateful that in just a few feet she’d have partial cover from the street.

Just as Mackenzie was thanking her lucky stars for an ounce of cover, the side door slammed open.

Mackenzie cringed and scrambled for somewhere to hide. The dumpster was past the door. The trash cans were close, but she’d be totally trapped, and she’d have to crouch. A bush could work if she could somehow contort herself to be half size and in the fetal position. Running and ducking behind the hedge was off the table, as another car honked and zipped by, running through the intersection as it turned from yellow to red.

Accepting her fate, Mackenzie scrunched her face, closed her eyes, and trembled behind Samantha.

Samantha’s heart was nearly ping ponging out of her chest.

Mackenzie may have been tiptoeing at the speed of a sloth, but everything else with their relationship was moving so fast.

I just met this redhead hottie yesterday and now she’s my girlfriend and I’m leading her around naked behind my work like some kind of dominatrix! thought Samantha.

Samantha looked back at the redhead hottie slow-waltzing through her back parking lot.

Mackenzie’s cheeks were crimson with embarrassment (or was it something else?). The subtle jiggle of her tits made Samantha swoon. How did I score such a smokeshow? Samantha’s eyes explored down along her tight tummy. A cute curly red landing strip barely hid Mack’s not-so-secret place. Obvious trails of leaking fluid trickled down her thighs, blatantly revealing what Mackenzie’s little hobby was doing to her.

Samantha used every excuse to peek back at the spectacle trailing behind her.

Mackenzie seemed to be using every excuse to prolong this little excursion. Any time Samantha wasn’t pulling, Mackenzie slowed to a crawl.

Samantha used the redhead’s slow pace as an opportunity. Every time Mackenzie got her hands in place to cover either her top or bottom half, the sandy-blonde spa manager would gleefully and nonchalantly yank her arms out of place.

Samantha looked back out of the corner of her eye to see Mackenzie bring both bound hands over one boob, one arm draped over the other. She spotted a car approaching, and waited for the perfect moment.

Just as the car zipped by, Samantha motioned toward it in a “look out!” gesture.

Honk Honk! Samantha uncovered Mackenzie’s boobs right as the car drove by.

Slyly peeking back at Mackenzie’s surprised expression, Samantha was learning she really enjoyed watching her quivering girlfriend blush!

Turning fully, Samantha shot Mackenzie a smile. The blushing redhead returned the favor with a cute and nervous smile of her own.

Bringing both hands in front of her crotch, Mackenzie squished her boobs together, accentuating her cleavage. With hard nipples topping the crammed together globes, to say Samantha appreciated the view would be an understatement. Samantha quickly turned around, involuntarily making an O with her mouth.

Samantha was thankful that the universe dropped this walking piece of eye candy in her lap yesterday. Well, she’s not walking yet, thought Samantha, leading the way again with another tug.

A few steps later, Samantha felt she was missing out so she turned to the side, exaggeratedly skipping along with glee. Turning her head back, Mackenzie still had her bound hands between her legs. Samantha spotted another opportunity, and the gears turned in her head coming up with a way to sell what she wanted to try.

“Long day,” said Samantha, stretching her arms in the air with a small yawn. Not very smooth, but it definitely accomplished her mission.

As she lifted her arms and therefore the expertly torn strip of towel, Mackenzie’s bound wrists rose along with it. Samantha watched the redhead’s hands slip upward from pussy to belly button, spreading a sheen of wetness across the area. Mackenzie let loose a quiet half-moan half-gasp.

Samantha grinned from ear to ear. This time it was Mackenzie’s turn to yank her hands, pulling them up to cover her mouth.

Samantha ran her eyes up and especially down Mackenzie’s body, lingering between her legs. A smear shone along her lower tummy, trailing down to her glistening pussy.

Mackenzie had both hands over her mouth and the deepest blush all day. Samantha thought she actually might pop from embarrassment like a humiliated balloon. She’s so good at acting, it’s hard to tell that this is all on purpose sometimes.

Samantha turned around, saving some teasing for later. She didn’t want Mackenzie to keel over from too much playtime.

“Come on, sweetstuff. Let’s save that for the office.” said Samantha, doing a full 360 degree spin and winking. She swapped the towel from one hand to the other, and walked forward again.

“I wasn’t...” Mackenzie started.

You weren’t whaaat? Samantha internally questioned, smirking and yanking her girlfriend along.

This was all good fun but they did need to kick it into high gear. They were perpetrating some supremely naughty mischief on a very public street, right next to her workplace. If someone who knew Samantha, or god forbid, the police caught on to what was going on, there could be repercussions.

There is inherent risk to what they were up to. And taking their time with it does increase both the risk and their fun. But, looking back at the tiny stretch of back parking lot they’ve voyaged across over the last few minutes, Samantha thought: this is a little ridiculous!

They’d crossed a third of the distance across the back of the parking lot, if that. Maybe I should’ve taken her the shorter way, thought Samantha, imagining them shuffling the other way around the building and already rounding the corner to the front of the spa. Naaaaah this is more fun.

Approaching the locked side door, Samantha envisioned the keys in her pocket that would shorten their trip to just a quick dash a few doors down to her office. But Mackenzie wanted this, so despite any risk to her employment and social status, Samantha gulped and led the naked Mackenzie between the spa’s dumpster and the back hedge toward the rest of the shopping center’s parking lot.

Just as Samantha was envisioning what businesses they were about to parade past, the side door slammed open.

Samantha stopped in her tracks, hesitating and looking to Mackenzie for what to do. The naked redhead panicked and scrambled one step in each direction, as if she might split like an amoeba into every available hiding spot. Another car zipped by and honked.

Samantha stepped forward as a tall and protective shield, allowing the trembling Mackenzie to hide behind her.