No!

Hearing the janitor whistles and footsteps growing louder, Serena broke into a sprint down the hall covering none of her fantastic physique. Her arms pumped at her sides, long slender legs flowing, and hips grinded she managed to clear half the hallway in seconds. Turning her head over her shoulder, she could see the shadow of the man slowly approach where she had once stood. Feeling her bum bounce freely without the aid of underwear, she slapped her hands across her meaty posterior in attempts to cover it. Turning into the pod, Serena could hear the man’s whistle almost like it was ringing in her ear. Thinking she had been seen, she froze, and turned around expecting the jig had been up. However, Serena had narrowly avoided being seen by him, as she looked back to see a beam of light shining down the hallway. “Must be the old pipes.” She heard him say as his footsteps sounded like he had walked back the way he came. Breaking out of her stupor at not being caught, she ran down the hall and ducked behind a wall to the right. The Hispanic woman let out a huge sigh of relief hugging her bust, her other hand still clinging to her hairy crotch.

Serena hadn’t been seen yet, but one of her worst nightmares was slowly coming true. Her ample body was completely bare in school. Growing up this had always been seen as an irrational fear. _Of course it’s when I start getting the body I wanted... _Truth be told, only a few men, and one woman had seen her naked up at this point in her life. She had never really been pretty growing up, in fact the most she had ever done in high school was kissed a boy. But now she had the body she always wanted in those days. Except now, there was nothing covering it except what her hands could grasp. The damsel looked around startled, an arm around her chest, the other switching between her box and booty due to the uncomfortableness she was feeling. She did dress skimpy but was never really naked.

Focus Serena snapped back into her reality. In front of her was what seemed to be a door, and upon looking through the somewhat closed blinds, she could see an office. On one of the tables was a hoodie which could easily serve as cover. The buxom brunette grasped the handle, and jiggled it, to no avail. Of course, that would be easy... Sighing, she slowly began walking around the pod, keeping low and back against the wall, in case other teachers or students had shown up. Being naked, Serena could feel every inch of her body move with her. The air conditioning didn’t help either as she felt every bit of wind lick at her form. Every step would cause either her chest or rear to wiggle ever so slightly. Why didn’t I do laundry yesterday? The lady cursed herself, as she looked ahead. In front of her was a wall made of clear glass, in which Serena could see an route to the parking lot. She was in the lower 300 pod, but she needed to go upstairs to the upper 400s to get to her classroom. Being an art teacher, she reasoned she could fashion something to cover her naughty bits. Lights shone through the window as Serena quickly squeaked, hugging her exposed chest, diving for the stars. She was laying flat down on the stairs, and if anyone happened to had passed, they would be treated to a shapely ass sticking up in the air, her lower lips lay bare as if she was presenting her lovely treasure.

Feeling aware of her presentation, the brunette slipped a hand down the crack of her rear, to conceal her lower half. Covering only her thatch, the woman looked to see what the light was. Seeing a blue sedan pulling into the lot, getting ready to park, Serena knew she had to get out of there. The beautiful chick quickly ran up the stairs feeling her breasts bounce up and down. Cupping both of her girls with her hands Serena looked out the window and her eyes went wide at a realization. Anyone could see me through this wall! A blush filled both her upper and lower cheeks, as the grown woman let out another squeal.She brought her hands around her body in attempts to cover her lost modesty. Reaching the top of the stairs, she looked out the window one more time, seeing what looked to be a teenage boy heading towards the school. Not wanting to waste anytime, the teacher quickly started to sprint towards her office, clearly hearing a door opening below her. Whatever cover she was going to get for her body, she had to do it soon. Students were starting to show up. She could hear the janitor coming closer, and a chance to get clothes rose.