Two Miles Later

"Hey Renee, can I have some of that shake!"

A freshman from her high school shouted out as he drove by the senior at a fairly busy crossroad adorned with the sounds of honks, whistles, catcalls, and jeers towards the very nude redhead. Renee had been on the run now for two whole miles, desperately making her way from her latest trek from the mall.

Renee started out sort of quick, but realized that her legs were so weak now from the ordeal (the tension and knee-knocking embarrassment had taken a toll on her endurance!) that she was **** to slow almost to a quick walk after just a few steps. Her hands fashioned upon her upper and lower intimates leaving no cover for her round bouncing bottom as it sped past focusing on getting home. But now her legs really felt like concrete, and it seemed that it would be an eternity just to get far enough up the road where these people would be well behind her. Seeing a bus stop she had a quick idea, as she waddled the best she could without her girls falling out of her arm to see if she could find anything to cover up with since the hand undies and socks she wore weren’t really providing any security.

Renee placed a hand over the crack of her rear as she bent down praying that no one would see her free hanging melons as she continued to look for something to cover with.

"Come on a newspaper, something…ah!" In the corner she found a magazine breathing a sigh of relief picking it up with her free hand. However, a loud honk caused her to turn around with the magazine vertically attached to her front. To Renee's surprise it was her friend Zeke, whose eyes were bulging out of his skull. She assumed it was because she had just fully mooned him but, when she looked down at her cover she saw it had been a centerfold of Christina Hendricks wearing stockings from an old Playboy. They both stared in awkward silence at each other till Zeke finally mustered the courage to break it.

"...Would you like a ride…?"

“S…sure…thanks…”