Chapter 13 by Rowenar

Stick to the quiet paths, or take the main street?

The street, she's got to get out of there!

There was no point sticking to the thin, winding paths; she'd gone from city, to the past, to the suburbs. If she wanted any chance of getting back to the TARDIS she needed to retrace her steps, which meant...

Rose swallowed, then **** herself out to the street, not even bothering to sneak this time.

At least the rain was stopping, though it accomplished what it needed to, sticking her dress to her body and making her feel as good as naked even with it on.

She kept one arm crossed over her tits, though it kept slipping. her other kept tugging awkwardly on her skirt; it rode up far too easily as she ran, and if she tugged then it stopped clinging to her quite as tightly for a couple of seconds.

Her stockings had started rolling down her legs too, though honestly she'd all but forgotten about them. It wasn't as though they and her shoes gave her any modesty.

She squealed as she brushed past one of the myriad strangers who was getting front row seats to her humiliation, reaching back to tug the skirt down over her ass again, squealing again as she felt how tight it pressed to her.

Oh god, they could see everything.

Where was the city?! Ending up exposed to a city wasn't her idea of a good time, but at least it meant she was closer.

Her cheeks flamed when she glanced down. Every time she looked at herself her situation seemed worse; she tugged at the dress again, unsticking it for just seconds before it returned to hugging her curves and displaying her body.

What had the point been in stealing it?!

Blushing, Rose turned a corner, and then faltered at where she found herself.