Time to deplane! Jenny has special instructions for them

Candace mustered up what little assertiveness was left in her, turning to David. "Why are you doing this?"

He kept up his methodical rub, rub, rub of her pubic mound. He shrugged. "You came to me naked," he said, matter-of-factly. "You could've just asked her for a blanket just now. Hey, maybe my little story was true! Who knows?"

She had no retort. The normal thing would've been to say, no, I'm being **** to be like this. I ended up naked against my will. But the truth felt more complicated to her - sure, her pants had probably been stolen initially. But no one had taken her clothes by sheer ****. The attendant checking tickets had asked for her coat, but Candace could have fought her on it. She was the one who decided to pretend her boyshorts underwear were regular shorts.

Her panties and her shirt, that was a different story. In those cases, she'd been stripped by a combination of circumstance and her own screw-ups. But she'd asked Jenny for a blanket. Jenny had been about to give her one! And still, Candace had let David make up a story to prolong her nudity.

Candace wished he'd stop that persistent rubbing. It made it hard to concentrate.

She sat there a little while longer as the plane landed, crawled along the tarmac, and hooked up with the airport. Then, Jenny appeared by her side yet again.

"Hey, guys!" Chipper as always, Candace was at least grateful for Jenny blocking other passengers' view of her. "So, given your situation, I'm gonna need you two to deplane last."

Candace nodded. Yes, she thought, that would at least mean she wouldn't have to walk naked through the crowded plane again.

"And," Jenny continued, "I'm gonna need you to cover up all of her... y'know, private areas." She lowered her voice, and Candace burned in shame at the G-rated discussion of her thoroughly exposed body.

Wait, had she just suggested David help cover her up? What did she mean?

Jenny went on, talking past her. "I just thought since it calms her down to expose herself, it might be more comfortable for someone else to cover her up!"

David smiled. "Yes, that's perfect! Thank you for being so accommodating."

So, the two of them waited until everyone had deplaned. They were seated toward the middle of the plane, so Candace had to endure quite a few people walking past her, double-taking and rubbernecking, at her bare body. She never got used to it. Their shock turned into her humiliation.

"Let's go," David said, and on shaky legs, she stood. "Alright, stand in front of me."

She did as he said, and felt her back slide up against the fabric of his hoodie. Feeling clothes on her body, albeit in a secondhand way, almost sent her into a tailspin. Then, she felt his arms wrap around her body.

His right arm rested against her chest, covering her right breast while he cradled her left in his hand, palm barely covering her nipple. His other hand cupped her pussy firmly, and Candace didn't know if she'd be able to stand otherwise.

She looked down, despair welling up within her. Sure, the most intimate parts of her body were covered, but she was still very obviously naked. Her tits spilled out from underneath David's arm, and the entire top portion of her pussy was visible behind his wrist. Not to mention, well, the entire rest of her body open to the air.

"Is this alright?" David asked Jenny.

She gave them a thumbs up. "Absolutely!" Then, she reached out and touched Candace again, this time on her exposed hip. She exhaled hard, noticeably. God, why did this woman have to be so touchy?

"We'll have to go to baggage claim like this, unfortunately," he said. "But I'll have something for her in my suitcase." He gave her pussy a small, barely noticeable squeeze as he said this. Candace moaned quietly in the back of her throat, and a finger slipped in between her lips.

Jenny was none the wiser. She ran her fingernails up and down Candace's hip, coming dangerously close to her mound. She had an expression of pity on her face, like she was simply dealing with a bad case of fear of flying. "The worst part's over, miss!" She smiled, and patted the top of her leg. Candace couldn't speak.

David and Candace began their long, awkward walk.