You can't follow.

With your thighs pressed together and your hands nervously over your skirt, you try your best to hide your growing embarrassment. A breeze picks up and it only reminds you that even the wind could reveal your situation to everybody in the park, and worst of all, Troy. You'd love to even go on a walk with him right now, but... the bench you can still feel on your bare bottom. Oh god.

Troy frowns. "Hey, uh... It's all right if you're busy. Say, how about we do this another time then? I was just using the bathroom, so I'm going to head back to the beach." He lifts his backpack, and begins to walk away. "Some other time though, all right?"

You nod, saddened by his leaving though relieved to be alone. It's be so humiliating for him to find out. But, if you wait here until your sister texts you, then nothing bad can happen, right?

Time passes and you start to grow uncomfortable. You never thought you'd find this out, but apparently having your naked rear on a park bench is incredibly painful after a while. There'd be no harm in stretching, you imagine. Right? You stand up from the bench and take a moment you pull your arms up and over your head. Mmm. It feels so good.

Then you look down as a powerful wind blows your skirt into a frenzy. Your face burns red as you quickly drop your hands down to cover yourself and then sit back down. Did anyone see?

You look around yourself, but nobody seemed to have noticed, anyway.

Your lips purse as you sit innocently on the bench. How long as it been? Hardly any time at all... Your rear gets soar again, much more quickly this time, and a tingle between your legs alerts you as much as you wish to ignore it. All these eyes from all these people, each with the chance to find you out. It's so dangerous.