Surely people were on their way to secure the parking lot, so Jessica shot out of the lot, down a hill, and up the street she recalled coming down this morning still keeping her hands as close to her flesh as possible.
It had only been an hour and forty five minutes since Jessica's dress was torn off her young body. She missed the very skimpy thong that once covered the semishaven crotch. Now she was feeling her pubic hairs rub against her palm with each step. She felt stupid choosing to not wear a bra this morning. She normally always wore sensible underwear that covered even cleavage. "Today these girls hang free." She regrettably remembered laughing from this morning. Now her arm was barely containing the chest the blonde had grown into at her age and she missed something else being able to hold them in place.
Jessica tried to recall the landmarks leading back to her house. A 7-11, the local rec center, and finally the neighborhood stone signs she resided: Sunnyside.
Currently, the curvy teen was in a suburban area, and the sidewalk she was curently on led into a long road leading straight up, with multiple turns into residental areas. Jessica whipped her hair into her face leaving room to see as she kept barreling down the sidewalk. It was around 9am so most cars were no longer on the road. However looking at all the houses that surronded her, Jessica was worried someone was watching her humiliating predicatment.
If anyone were to look in her direction, they sure would be treated to quite a lovely sight. They would see her attempting to cover her super wiggly voluptious form with only her hands to shield her. Jessica was at least able to cover her delicate pink flower, but her orbs kept spilling out of her arm, switching whenever the other felt tucked in. Her rear end was the only piece of flesh she didn't cover up, as it was much too fit to even try to cover with a single palm. It was shaking around hypnotically.
Finally she saw a stoplight she recognized. It split off into a T, meaning she could go back, forward, left or to the right. When she finally reached the crosswalks, a car honked at her clearly showing appreciation. "Yeah baby! Class ass!" The passenger wooed at her causing Jessica to release her hands in fear then quickly repositoned them back on her naughty bits. A cold sweat filled every pore of her and upon seeing a giant sign for the school, she quickly hid behind that pushing what she could cover against it. Now she was actually able to use her hands to cover what she could of her butt. Even if it was just the crack.
But which way was next? Ugh she had to look at her phone just once to see if her crush Steve had plans this weekend instead of paying attention. Steve was back at her old school checking out high quality video of a mysterious blonde streaking thinking she strangely looked like an old classmate.
Whichever the right way was, the 7-11 was, she knew that much. Another car honked at her somewhat covered behind from behind. It was another group of boys wolfwhistling at her. She needed to flee before she was recorded more.
And her panic decided for her.
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