Panties in the carnival

Susie and Bonnie had a problem.

They were running through the brilliant streets of an extravagant, colourful, well-lit carnival. Ring-toss stalls and popcorn stands, teacup rides and puppet shows. Everywhere they looked, something new and exciting was going on.

Thousands of people watched them scamper by. People they knew, like the football team from their school, or the cute guy who ran the movie theatre in their town. People they didn't know, people who seemed to come from very far away, in turbans and tuxedos and slacks and dashikis and all sorts of exotic outfits. Susie even thought she spotted Bruno Riparian, her favourite author of dark fantasy novels, in the crowd.

All the other people in the carnival, seemed to be having a fantastic time. Susie and Bonnie would have been having a fantastic time too. Except for the problem. The one little problem that meant they couldn't just blend seamlessly into the crowd with everyone else.

Bonnie wore nothing but her little yellow cotton panties.

Other than the panties, she was bare from head to toe, her ginger curls flying freely through the hair, her full breasts clasped in her hands to stop them from bouncing uncontrollably as she sprinted down the busy avenues. Her naked back gleamed with sweat. Her plump bottom flexed, its cheeks dimpled by the panties, as she ran. Her cheeks glowed red as catcalls rang in her ears.

Susie wore nothing but her little white cotton panties. She trailed after Bonnie, struggling to keep up with the speedy tomboy. Her breasts weren't as big or bouncy as Bonnie's, but she still clasped them tightly in her hands, squealing as passers-by made appreciative comments. Her dark pigtails bounced against her back, and her pert little derriere wiggled as her long pale legs covered the ground.

The two girls were stuck, running through the busy carnival, in nothing but their little cotton panties. And everyone could see! They desperately needed somewhere to hide.