She ties it into a bikini bottom, then runs outside.

Candace took a deep breath. She thought back to her debacle in the airplane bathroom, and came to the same conclusion as before - she had to cover her pussy. That was her first priority.

She tied the fabric around her waist, knotting it below her belly button. Then, she looped it between her legs, tying it behind her back. She reached downward, tugging the edges of the fabric to cover as much of her lips as possible.

Candace crossed her arms in front of her breasts, wasting no time as the first few passengers trickled into the baggage claim area. She bolted for the door, throwing it open to join David on the curb. She breathed heavily, shuddering as her **** body got used to the chill in the air - she shuffled from one foot to the other, feeling gravel and pebbles on her soles. Heart racing, she couldn't bare to look down at her body and face reality, deciding instead to look up, next to her, at David-

"H-hey." A stranger, clad in a green hoodie, looked back at her with wide eyes.

Her blood ran cold. She was not standing next to David, but next to some other stranger! She gasped, then whirled around. David was a few yards down, at the next curb, climbing into an Uber!

"No!" she wailed, and ran as fast as she could to him, arms pumping at her sides. The cold air shocked her body, pavement hard under her feet, but she kept running like her life depended on it.

She came to a stop against the car, and David looked up at her, shock and bewilderment coloring his face. Candace felt almost satisfied to see him surprised for once, and then she remembered where exactly she was.

She hunched down, arms cradling her tits, realizing she had just sprinted topless across the sidewalk! The humiliation was almost too much, and she felt more eyes on her bare skin than ever before. People were pointing, shouting, calling more attention to her. She was so exposed here, so public! The small saving grace was that her improvised underwear had stayed on, and had covered her pussy lips, but that had been the only part of her left to the imagination.

"There you are," David said, cold annoyance in his voice. He grabbed the front of her bathrobe tie, right below her belly button, and pulled.

Candace was yanked forward, her only cover pulled to the side. Her last few private square inches of skin were revealed to the passengers on the curb. David leaned forward to grab the small of her back with his other hand, guiding her into the car, prolonging her exposure under the guise of helping her.

The door closed, cutting off the noise of her audience. Candace propped herself upward in her seat, and took a breath. She began to adjust her meager attire, but stopped when their driver spoke.