Locked out

Once the crowded bus got to her stop, Loraine quickly made her way to the exit, her naked body squeezing past - or between - the other passengers, several of whom refused to move out of her way and gave her a swat on the rear as she snaked her way past. Grr... whatever happened to human decency? Loraine muttered to herself. Just because I'm naked, everyone suddenly thinks I'm their personal sex toy or something?

"Wow, the nerve of some people," Marc said, as he stepped off the bus behind her. "See what I saved you from? You made a good choice coming to sit with me."

"You're no better!" Loraine snapped. "You started groping me almost as soon as I fell down!"

"Maybe I should make you another sign like they have at museums," Marc continued, ignoring her. "Looking only. No touching. Of course if you choose to sit on my lap again, I wouldn't be able to read it -"

"I don't want people looking either!" Loraine fumed, blushing. "And what are you doing here anyways? Isn't yours the next stop?"

Marc shrugged. "I decided to walk you home in case if you need anything. Since, you know, you don't really seem to have much at the moment."

"What do you mean - oh fuck!" Loraine exclaimed. She left her keys and wallet in her mom's car that morning - which meant if someone wasn't home, she was locked out! With no money she couldn't really go anywhere to hang out and wait. With no phone, she couldn't call anyone - not that her friends were likely to help her out anyways. Loraine ran all the way to her house, not caring that her free breasts were bouncing for all to see. When she noticed that there were no cars in the driveway, her shoulders slumped in defeat. She bent over, hands on her knees, ass sticking out, breathing heavily from her run.

Crap! What should I do? Loraine wondered. I could try to sneak in through a window. Or I could try and find somewhere to hide until someone comes home, but that probably won't be for another two hours at least. Or I could ask - ugh - Marc for help.