Running and hiding

Clara pelted down the street, bare feet slapping on the pavement, feeling her breasts unsupported and jiggling, her plump backside wobbling. She struggled to keep one hand held over her crotch to prevent her neat brown triangle of pubic hair being made visible, the other over her rear in a futile attempt to hide her jutting posterior.

She saw she was approaching a busier street and she took a quick left turn, she stumbled and it was only sheer **** of will at not wanting to go sprawling on the street stark naked that kept her on her feet.

Suddenly she saw a group of people in front of her and Clara came to a halt, not seeing an immediate way around them. They seemed to be a group of young mothers, she thought she recognised a couple from work.

"Oh god." Clara breathed.

"Wow." one of the women looked her up and down.

"Where are your clothes?" another asked.

"That's... a long story." Clara replied. "Excuse me..." she ducked between the group and continued her run along the pavement, not knowing where she was going except for wanting to be away from people. Her cheeks burned red with humiliation at the amount of people who had seen every inch of her pale pink nude body.

Clara spotted a familiar sight in front of her, coming up fast- a group of pupils from her school, most of whom she knew. It must be lunch break already, she realised. If she kept on her current path she was going to run straight into them, and the embarrassment of that would be just too much. Even the thought of it made her face blush brighter red as she considered how far away she would have to move house before she could ever live this down.

A door was open on her left and Clara took it, a sudden blast of air conditioned cool air hitting her and sending goosebumps up across her skin, as well as causing her dark pink nipples to harden like bullets.

She realised she had gone straight into a small supermarket, far from an ideal hiding place. But she needed to get away from the door so she dropped into a crouch and made her way quickly to the back of the store, eyes alert and ears pricked for anyone nearby. Fortunately it was not very busy, she could hear a couple of customers at the other side of the shop, and one cashier at a till. She panted to try and catch her breath, not used to running at a full sprint through the streets.

She risked a glance over the top of some shelves, and was horrified to see the pupils walking into the shop.