Run!

You don't know where to, but you need to run! People look towards you, filling your face with humiliation. Your hands remain in front of your crotch, but as you run, all that covers your rear is the thin, wedging pair of black underwear.

As you run, you realise the worst problem of all. The underwear's still digging into you, and running is making it even worse! Staying means people will stare at you like some kind of pervert, but now that you're running, your body is filling with a building pleasure. Each bouncing step is tickling your labia, inching you closer to an orgasm.

You run past all sorts of people, from elders to children to families to those close to your age, and they'll all looking over your lengthy exposed legs. You huff, panting faster and more heavily as you run... Curse these panties, but they're the only thing covering you down there. You can't take them off now!

Running and running, you find a place to hide, hopefully before you reach climax.