Rain and more people to see her

Rose awkwardly shuffled down the street, trying to sidestep as best she could; if she had her back to the houses, all the street could see was her front, hopefully hidden behind the plant. Her ass, at least, was only bared when she passed walls and hedges and there was a clear view into houses.

Since when could that be considered the best option?! She squeaked each time she shuffled past a gap; whenever she glanced back over her bare shoulder, there always seemed to be faces at the windows, or people coming out the front door.

She tried to move faster, slowing when the plant shifted in her hands. Oh god!

That was all she had to cover herself. And at least it was sturdy, if ungainly.

What was she meant to do in a world where fucking Superman would drop out of the sky to strip her?! Face red, Rose kept going.

Was it her imagination or was the street getting busier? She whimpered, backing against a wall as someone passed; they stopped for a moment to look at her, staring as so many people on the far side of the road had done.

Rose squeaked, clutching the pot tighter.

God, how did she look? Blushing, green leaves just about hiding her nipples, but still doing nothing to conceal the fact that she was naked, the side of her boobs, the sides of her ass all on display. Rose fidgeted.

"Do you have to stare?!" she said, hating how useless and high her voice sounded.

No answer, not that she expected one. Flushing, she kept sidling away, stumbling a little.

And only giving him a better side-view, making her feel even more exposed. She leant forward, pressing her tits against the plant in a vain attempt to better hide them.

Rose squeaked. Oh god, oh god, why was this happening?

And then it started to rain.

A slightly mad laugh escaped her lips; of course. Of course it was going to rain now. After Zorro and Superman and being left naked in a city/village/town/whatever where everyone stared and no one wanted to help, that just about figured.

She kept moving, just praying she'd find something down the street.

And then felt the pot slip. Awkwardly she squeezed it, trying to shift her hands back to grip it in a better position, holding it tightly in front of her.

What was it made out of? It wasn't like any ceramic or stone she knew, especially as the rain came down on it. It was...

Oh god, it was slippery! Fumbling, she just about managed to keep hold of the pot, flushing as one of her tits came into view. She crouched, doing her best to grip the pot between her hips as she used one hand to pat at the leaves, reorganising them.

And then she was moving again, trying to keep the plant held aloft-

It slipped out of her hands, quicker than she could have reacted to. One moment she was relying on it for cover, the next it felt to the street and shattered, stone-ceramic shards falling away and loose soil scattering, the plant falling sideways, base far too thin to serve as cover.

Rose stared incredulously down at it for a moment, as if she could will it back together.

And then she remembered that she was fully exposed again, her pussy, her tits bared to the street; she shrieked again, hands going from holding wher ethe pot had been, to one crossing over her chest, the other going over her crotch, as she almost bent double, shuffling back against a bush as though it would swallow her or hide her.

Rose whimpered. So many people, and she couldn't-

She had to run! Though running through the street or breaking into a house seemed her only options, and neither was encouraging.

She squirmed, rain still pattering down on her nude, exposed body.