Don't panic. Deep breaths.

You breath deeply in and out, and run between two houses. Your naked back presses up against the cold concrete as you glance left and right. Alright. Nobody's around at the moment, but you're wearing absolutely nothing but a pair of shoes. Not to mention, much to your dismay, your arousal has only increasingly grown.

This situation is a little exciting...

No, no! You can't think like that. Not now. You need to find a way home, while not getting seen by a single person. With an arm over your bust and hand over your loins, you peak out through the other side. You wait. Suddenly, you hear talking, and you slink back to press tightly against the wall once more.

A boy and girl walk extremely close by, talking with one another. One look this way and you'll be found out. Your face burns, and so does a certain other part, but you try to ignore it. Your heart beats incredibly fast. Luckily, they walk completely past. You sigh deeply.

As they turn the corner, you look again for a time to move. There's nobody that you can see from here. This is the only time you can probably make a run for it, so you do.

Out from the alley, you run down the street and across the road like a streaker. People in their windows could easily see your bare rear, or anything else, really. You hope to God that nobody's looking outside right now. Just then, a car turns onto the street. In a panic, you sprint between two buildings once more, watching the car drive slowly by.

You pant. You sweat. You... bite your lip, and lean against the wall as your hand explores south. It stops just short, and you shake it off.