“Booth please,” Ellen ran a hand through her shoulder-length golden curls. She glanced around the diner, with some chatter among a few patrons. A little board of community ads sat to her left, and a long wooden counter extended beyond it across the length of the building. Only a few people. This was just right.
“Ab-so-lutly! Right this way,” the waitress smiled, picked up a menu and waved her hand through the air. She had spring to her step and wide, cheerful eyes that twinkled in the light. She led Ellen to the back and presented her a spot. “Here you go!”
Ellen hesitated and saw a booth just a little bit further in the corner. Away from the server door, close to the restroom, and about as distant from anyone else in the restaurant as possible. That was the place.
“Um, do you mind if I take this one? I um… err,” she shuffled, feeling her face heat up. “I… can see my car better from here! I like to keep an eye on it. Yep, just washed it!”
The waitress blinked and tilted her head, some loose bangs swaying with her motion. “Sure, that’s fine!” She chirped and kept walking to the more distant table. “…Isn’t it supposed to rain today?”
“R-rain? Oh I um… I’m not sure. I didn’t hear anything about it, you never know around here, haha!” Her heart raced. One lie detected. If she fumbled too many…
“Well I’m just saying, been kinda gloomy outside. Like it could rain at any second,” the waitress shrugged. She turned and presented Ellen with the booth. “Anyway, here’s your table! Here’s a menu and I’ll be right back with silverware and some water!”
Ellen took her seat and watched the waitress walk away, turning a corner. Time for the first few steps. The safest. The points where she could turn around. She pressed one shoe against the other and slid it off her foot. Its twin followed. A finger hooked into one sock and peeled it away.
‘She could be back any second,’ Ellen thought to herself, as she soon wrestled the other off. Her toes wiggled in freedom as she placed her feet down on the chilly tile floor. A shiver rattled up her knees, and a few sparks hopped around in her brain. A little red flushed her face.
Removing her footwear is the smallest thing. Her legs were beneath the table, and the waitress had no reason to look down there. Nobody would ever notice. The only problem was, Ellen knew herself by now. It only took one snowflake to start the avalanche.
The waitress returned with a glass of water, and some silverware wrapped in a napkin. “Okay, here you go!”
“Thank you,” Ellen nodded, wishing she could control her blush.
“Can I start you off with something to drink?”
Her toes curled. The waitress didn’t have a clue. “Um, just a regular. Whatever you have.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back!” The waitress chirped, before making her way to the front.
Ellen knew it always took a little bit longer to get a drink. Every server liked to give a few extra minutes so someone could browse the menu. Still, Ellen had a challenge to complete. She slid her jacket over her shoulders, and let her violet t-shirt show off a few of her curves. There was never anything unusual about removing a jacket, and yet a little shiver danced up her back.
How much time did she have? What could she do that’s still subtle? Her toes curled at a single word that tickled her brain. She raised her head and looked for the waitress. No sign of her. She cleared her hands to go below the table. They gripped the waistband of her skirt, and she lifted herself so she could push. Down past her hips, and over her light panties.
The waitress then began to approach with a soft drink in hand.
Ellen sat back down in an instant, moving her jacket to cover her displaced skirt. Her heart hammered in her brain.
“Alright, here you go, and here is your straw!” She said, as she whipped one out of an apron pocket.
“Th-thank you,” Ellen forced a smile through her blush and nodded. She took the straw and bopped one against the table. Anything to appear normal at that moment.
“Do you need more time to look over the menu?” she asked, maintaining her professional smile.
“Y-yes, I’m um, I’m still deciding,” Ellen nodded, feeling her heart begin to thump.
“Okay, I’ll be back in about five minutes,” she nodded, turned and walked away.
Another sign of relief escaped Ellen. The waitress didn’t seem to suspect anything. This was good. As she disappeared from view, she lifted herself and continued pushing the skirt, gliding past her thighs, dragging over her smooth skin. Her body tightened at the act, at the removal of clothing in a very public place.
The skirt pooled at her feet, and she pulled them out. A hand reached down and placed them in the seat next to her. Now she was at a point of commitment. Her shirt, her bra, and her panties remained. Thanks to her jacket placement and her choice of a booth, she was still safe. There was no way to tell what she was doing.
Ellen did take one quick glance at the menu. She actually was a little hungry, and she needed a choice to fend off further suspicion. After a quick sip, she picked a basic burger and pondered what she could do next.
The waitress returned, pulling a little notebook and a pen. “Okay, are you ready to order?”
There she was. A jacket was the only thing that hid her activities. With the waitress in place, she couldn’t turn back. Retreating would have to wait. “O-oh yes, I um. I would like this, the standard hamburger.”
“One standard hamburger…” The waitress scribbled onto her notebook. “And would you like any sides?”
Ellen did her best to auto-pilot her way through the order. There wasn’t anything too fancy about her choices. They were some of the most basic things anyone could get at a diner. But that was all her brain could spare the processing power for. She was half-undressed and ordering food. Her skin tingled knowing disaster waited if her jacket fell.
She gave the waitress all the details and watched as she walked away. There would be a much longer wait between her and the next time the waitress would appear. Three items of clothing remained. Each one far bolder than what came before. Ellen took a deep breath and moved her hands up the back of her shirt.
They felt around for their target. This was the last truly subtle piece of clothing. Her bra could go, but with her shirt in place, her top half would still be covered. She could continue to hide away her naughty little activity. Finally, her fingers found that restrictive clasp. The tiny snap echoed in her ears like a cannon. Tension fell around her chest as her adrenaline flowed through her trembling veins.
Footsteps. Ellen pulled her hands out from behind herself as someone approached. Her eyes went wide, and saw another woman. They walked past her through a door. The restroom. Another sigh escaped her. The bra fell slack, letting her chest start to fill her shirt. Ellen let her eyes wander the restaurant to ensure there was enough privacy, and snaked a hand through the neckhole of the shirt.
She could have pulled it from the bottom. In fact, she should have. But the little cyclone of hormones pulled common sense down below to drown. The bra stretched the neck hole of her shirt as she pulled. A cup got caught, and she was about to give a tug when she heard the door squeak.
Ellen twisted herself, facing toward the booth. She was half undressed with her bra stuck! Her jacket shifted, and she heard it crumple to the floor, baring her little panties that barely covered any of her. Her long pale thighs and hips sat, framed by the booth. Her heart hammered in her brain as she heard the approaching footsteps.
The blonde closed her eyes. She was going to catch her. This woman would see her barely dressed in the middle of a public restaurant, stripping like the total pervert she was. Everything spiraled out of control and she hadn’t even finished yet.
Yet instead of a started gasp, or a piercing shriek, there was nothing. The other woman kept going, paying little attention to Ellen.
Ellen sighed and wiped a little sweat off her forehead. Somehow she got lucky. She undressed to the point where this was clearly dangerous, and she was too horny to stop. Just slow down.
She tugged the neck hole of her shirt and finished removing the bra. She placed it to her side, between herself and the wall. Then she reached down to fix her jacket, making sure it concealed her hips. There was one subtle, albeit truly dangerous step remaining. That jacket had to stay in place for her to pull it off.
With no sign of the waitress, Ellen continued on. Despite the risk, despite the danger, she reached below the table, and found her panties. Ellen began to peel the feeble clothing down her hips, lifting herself to do so. Her bare flesh felt so soft and warm. A small wet spot clung to her crotch, leaving a thin trail as the fabric descended.
With the panties at her thighs, she saw the waitress returning with a tray. Her eyes went wide and sat back down. The warm leather cushioned her now bare bottom. Those pink cotton panties were halfway down her thighs.
“Okay, here you go!” The waitress smiled, setting her lunch down on the table. “One standard burger with a side of fries. Can I get you anything else?”
“O-oh, um…” Ellen picked her brain. Her hands remained below the table, pushing the panties to her knees. “I think um… I think my ketchup bottle is low?”
“Oh?” The waitress glanced at the bottle. “Yeah that looks low.” She took a quick glance at the booth next to Ellen’s. “Well, nobody’s using this!”
As the waitress moved to the booth, Ellen shoved the panties off her knees. Her legs pressed together to allow her dainty underwear to tumble to her ankles. They withdrew and kicked the dainty garment away.
Bottomless. Ellen stripped herself to be completely bottomless. She wore only that shirt that stretched against her ample chest, baring the shape of her nipples. The jacket covered her desperate secret. And she had gone further with the waitress so close to her.
“Here you go. There’s plenty in this one!” The waitress smiled, placing the ketchup bottle in front of her. “Anything else?”
“N-no, I-I think I’m good, thank you!” Ellen’s voice trembled.
The waitress walked away. She was alone again. Only one piece of clothing remained. But its absence wouldn’t be subtle. Still, the next step tickled her dreams. If she had come this far, she couldn’t back down now.
She had to adjust her plan. The new way was dangerous, but it was the only way this would work. Ellen took her jacket, and repositioned it behind her. It was the only thing she could quickly throw on, it had to move to her top half. With the jacket sitting between her back and the booth seat, Ellen took a breath.
This was it. The final step. Then the next step of her challenge would begin. Her heart hammered, her shoulders shook, and her knees quivered. But she knew the best way to do this was to yank the bandaid off.
She gripped the hemline of her shirt with both hands. With one more huff, she slipped it off over her head, and tossed it next to herself with her skirt. Arms wrapped around her chest, her tight nipples poking against her forearms. Her face burned with blush.
Naked. Naked naked naked naked naked.
She stripped completely naked in a public restaurant. No socks on her feet. No skirt on her hips. No shirt on her back. No panties on her butt. Maybe she had access to her jacket, but it was by no means attached to her.
There was a growing warmth between her legs as her body swelled with excitement. She shook her head. Focus. Ellen had to be smart about this, or her plan would collapse. There was no way she could stay like this for the whole meal.
One bite, and she would cover. Her trembling hands could barely lift the burger and keep it steady as she brought it to her mouth. There was a pang in her stomach amongst all the emotions of the moment. She was legitimately hungry, and it was good food. Ellen chewed, swallowed, and took a few fries. Then she sipped her drink.
Then she slipped her arms through the jacket and pulled it over her bare body. Seconds later, she saw the waitress turn the corner and approach. Perfect timing.
“Everything going great with your order so far?”
“Uh huh,” Ellen nodded, through her intense blush.
The waitress raised an eyebrow and tilted her head, as her eyes wandered Ellen, “…Are you feeling okay? Your face is looking kinda red.”
“O-oh, I’m fine!” Ellen faked a laugh. She could feel her thighs getting wet. One arm kept the jacket secured to herself, the other let its fingers tap her inner thighs.
Again, the waitress gave her an odd look. “Did I mix up your order? Was that one really spicy?”
A hand snaked between Ellen’s thighs, caressing her tender lips. Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea!
“O-oh no, this is fine! Really! I just um… I’m fine, thank you!” Ellen let out a nervous laugh. She needed to get rid of her. “I um… could you refill my drink please?”
The waitress glanced at the drink, missing about two sips worth of pop. A shrug followed, “Okay, I’ll have that for you in a minute!” She turned and began walking away, leaving Ellen to herself once more.
Ellen withdrew her hand from herself and sighed, her chest heaved and her body curved as the air rushed out of her. Close. Way too close. Her fingers had a slight shine as her body trembled. This was hitting her hard. Still, this was far from done.
Her hands shook as she pulled her jacket open, letting the cool air wash over her overheating body. Her ample breasts spilled out with a subtle bounce, and her nipples stood attention. The jacket slid over her wrists, and her throbbing heart pressed into her throat.
Two bites, some fries, and a sip. Ellen sank low into the booth, her brain begged for the jacket to come back, while her boiling sex begged for a finger. There was still a challenge before she could do any of that. She reached for her burger and brought it to her face for the next bite.
There was a sweet aroma, which helped her a little bit. But as nervousness gripped her, she found it hard to chew. Here she was, having lunch, naked with her thighs getting more and more moist by the second. As soon as she swallowed, she took another bite. How much time had passed? The waitress would be returning soon, right?
Ellen rushed through the second bite, swallowing hard before setting the burger down. “Ahh… hah…” She was almost through. She took a few fries and threw them between her lips. She’d be back any second. If Ellen didn’t hurry, the waitress would see her. She’d see she stripped naked.
Her eyes blinked. She imagined being yelled at, shamed, humiliated. Nude and kicked out of the restaurant. Naked outside. Away from her things. No way to redress. Her thighs squeezed against one another. Ellen moved her head for the straw and took a long sip.
That was her two bites, fries and a sip. Ellen took deep breaths, and slipped her arms back into the jacket. She pulled the cover over her body, trapping the heat inside. Her face burned, but she was covered again, and not a moment too soon. The waitress turned the corner and returned with a bubbly new drink.
“Here you go,” she said with a bright smile. “How’s the food, can I get you anything else?”
“Th-thanks, um… I think this is good for now!” Ellen added with a nervous laugh. One hand held the jacket shut, the other rested on her thighs, close to her quivering lips. She was starting to ache with need, but that had to wait. It HAD to wait.
“Alright, I’ll leave you to it!” The waitress said, keeping her polite demeanor as she turned to tend to other patrons.
Alone again. Ellen felt as if she could crumble at any second. This would be the longest break she’d get. There was still half a burger, most of the fries, and now two drinks. Her moist folds also begged for attention. She knew she wanted to, no, needed to cum. But before she was allowed to indulge, she had to finish her meal. That was always part of the challenge.
Ellen slid the jacket over her shoulders one more time, this time lifting herself so it would be beneath her when she sat down. That made it a little harder to redress. She’d have to get up to fix it. She’d have to expose herself. In a way, she made herself a little more naked, just by putting an extra step between her and being covered.
Her skin had a thin layer of sweat, causing a subtle shine from the lights that hung all over the restaurant. This had gone far. It was time to go through with everything.
With no quick way to be covered, Ellen took a breath, and picked up her lunch once again. She began taking larger bites, less measured. All the while, adrenaline flooded her veins as instincts gave the order to run. She ignored it as she swallowed and hurried through another bite.
She sank in her seat when she saw others enter the restaurant. Another couple entered. Ellen’s heart hammered. Would she have to cut her plans early? But she had already come so far…
They picked a booth, about as far from her as they could, near the entrance of the restaurant. The same waitress approached them with a pair of menus. Ellen lowered herself further.
One sideways glance and they would see. The waitress would see that she was eating while completely freaking naked. But she couldn’t redress. She’d fail her little challenge if she backed down now. Ellen waited, and the waitress gave the new couple a polite nod, before walking away. Step one was fetching drinks. This was her chance.
Ellen picked up the last of her burger and shoved it between her lips. Having more and more people in the restaurant to see her was making her toes curl, and thighs squeeze. A finger slipped between her slick thighs, massaging her aching sex.
“Ahh…” Ellen closed her eyes and looked at her plate. She wasn’t quite done yet. She took a breath. Finish her meal. Cum. Pay. Leave. Maybe pay then cum. But she had to finish her food before she could cum. She really wanted to cum. She pried her wrist from her pulsating core and wiped her fingers on a napkin, before starting to rush through the fries and sipping her drink.
There was a satisfying, crisp crunch to enjoy, if she were to slow down. Instead, she clawed handfuls of fries and shoved them into her mouth. The icy cold soft drink flooded her afterwards, bubbling its way down her until she heard the straw drain against the ice cubes. The cool feeling climbed through her body, and seemed to almost radiate at her tight little nipples.
Before Ellen found herself getting lost in the chill, she saw the waitress return to the other table with two glasses of water. She froze, vulnerable like a deer caught in the headlights. She was in plain view. Completely naked from head to toe, clothing scattered in some random order and the jacket stuck beneath her backside. No easy way to redress. If the waitress turned her head, she’d see Ellen. Would she scream? Would she yell?
…Would she tease?
“Okay, I’ll get you those drinks, I just have to check on one other table really quick,” she said politely, and looked towards Ellen’s table.
Beneath the table, in a somewhat cramp spot, Ellen hid. Her heart raced as one arm tried to wrap around her chest, with her knees pulled in. One hand sat between the legs to guard her womanhood from sight, but her libido begged for more than just hiding it. A finger glided over the entrance.
“…Miss?” The waitress gave a confused blink and glanced all around the table. She wouldn’t just dine and dash, would she?
Ellen sat there with eyes wide, hidden underneath the table. Everything would crash to a million tiny pieces if that waitress looked under the table and found her. All she could do was sit, and stay quiet. So quiet, that someone would think she’s dead.
“…HIC!”
Her eyes widened. “Hic!!” She clamped her hands over her mouth. Red surged to her cheeks. This couldn’t be happening. The pressure in her stomach bubbled and forced another “hic” out of her mouth. Her entire body wobbled. She ate too fast, and now she could barely keep herself from suddenly yelping out another “hic!”
The waitress blinked. “…Hello?”
“Hmmp!” Ellen felt her body lift itself. No no no no no no no! She couldn’t stay quiet! The waitress would hear her. She’d stick her head under the table and see Ellen. She’d see how naked she was. How excited she was. The sticky glistening between her thighs would wipe away any feeble possibility of this being an accident. Her entire plan was crashing into a million little tiny pieces. All because she didn’t pace herself.
And despite the tight feeling within her heart, she couldn’t help but send one hand between her legs. A silent glance would bring absolute disaster to her, and that made her boil. A finger slid over the soaked sex, and her toes curled. All she could do was watch as the legs drew closer to the seat of the booth.
“…Guess she’s in the bathroom,” said the waitress.
Ellen suppressed another hiccup, her breasts had a subtle bounce with her involuntary little action. She watched as the waitress’ legs turned around and left her again. Close. Way too close. The blonde let out a sigh, cut off by a sudden “hic!” She reached for her purse while sitting below the table. There was one idea. A crazy one. But she needed a little more freedom. Or at least give the waitress a reason to think highly of her.
She found a few bills and bit her lip. This was a lot. Nobody tipped like this while they were sober, especially when it was just lunch for one person. But it was a good way to make sure this waitress would overlook her if she saw… something. She took $60, far more than enough to cover the bill, and would put a spring in her step. Ellen fumbled the bills and put them on top of the table.
“HIC!” came the sudden yelp. She blushed and clamped a hand back over her face. Her eyes shimmered with worry. Did she dare to poke her head out and see if anyone heard? All she could hear was the rampant pounding of her own pulse. Only one thing was certain, these hiccups were a problem. She couldn’t just hide under a table and wait for them to go away.
Ellen took a breath, and kept a hand clamped over her mouth. She crawled toward the end of the table and poked her head out to the open air. She could see the waitress at the table by the entrance with a little notebook, nodding at someone as she jotted things down.
She looked in the other direction, and saw a clear path to the restroom. This was her chance. Ellen clenched her free hand into a fist, as she suppressed an involuntary spasm. There was no way to tell what was beyond the door, but if she got caught as she was, it would be every bit as bad with no chance of escape.
The naked blonde bolted, her bare feet patting against the cool tile of the floor. The air whipped around her, throwing the cool feeling that hugged her between the legs. Her bare breasts bounced, unrestrained and all too happy to wave at anyone that thought to glance her way.
Naked naked naked!
Ellen shoved her way through the door. All she could think about was getting out of sight. Once the door swung shut behind her, she continued on and rushed into one of the privacy stalls, and clacked the little lock back in place. She shivered and her legs wobbled. Too close. Way too close. She hadn’t dared to look back, there was no way to tell if anyone saw.
Safe from prying eyes, her body ached for relief. Ellen turned and leaned her sweat soaked body against the wall, and let her hands go between her legs. There was no resistance to herself anymore. Her entrance begged for a finger and soon swallowed the tip as she started to give herself the sweet pleasure she craved.
Ellen bit her lip, and let the other hand caress her breasts. As her fingers squeezed and fondled her own nipples, her mind began to race. She was naked. Her clothes were outside. She couldn’t get dressed. The waitress nearly saw her.
“Ohhh…. Hic!” She jumped. Those stupid hiccups. They nearly shattered her life. And yet, that heat within her only roared at the thought. Her fingers were slick and moist as they worked her needy folds. One hand moved to the side of the stall, and she took a few clumsy steps toward a clean fixture. Seconds remained.
The door squeaked.
Ellen held her breath, and her knees trembled. No no no no no. She was just about to cum!
“Miss? Miss, are you in here?” came the voice of the waitress.
Ellen’s face took a humid shade of crimson, warping her little smile into a crumble. She was at the absolute edge, and the waitress had found her. Now the waitress was asking questions. All while her hormone soaked brain was stuck in a loop. Cum cum cum cum cum cum cum!
Her fingers didn’t stop.
“Miss?” the waitress repeated.
Ellen clamped her hand over her mouth, while the other hand furiously crossed the line. “Hmmmmmmf!” she bucked her hips as a warm, dense fog swallowed her brain whole. A hot rush exploded over her fingers as her hips bucked. It took all of her self control to stop from screaming. “Ahh hah ah ahhh…” She whimpered as she let a hand return to her heaving breasts.
She soaked her own thighs. A swell of warmth flooded her body and filled her heart. Smooth humidity hugged her brain, and all she could do was smile, her face showed a warm glow. As a soothing, calm feeling cascaded down her body, she put a hand on the side of the stall for balance.
“Guess she’s not here either…”
The door squeaked again, and Ellen was alone. She caught her breath as the afterglow rang out. God, that felt so *good*. But as much as she wanted to stay and wander in the fog, it did eventually clear. That relief left her a mess. And she wasn’t home free yet. Far from it. If anything, she was deeper in the hole. The sex drive that made her so brave, or as her satisfied mind might view it, reckless, had abandoned her. But she was still naked, with all of her clothes in the booth.
First things first. She took some toilet paper and began to wipe herself down. The raw scent of her activities remained. Getting rid of that called for an actual shower, a luxury she simply didn’t have.
She briefly considered pulling more of the paper to wrap around herself. But the smallest movements caused tears in the cheap paper. Ellen groaned as she finished cleaning herself. Maybe the paper towel would work better.
The naked blonde took a breath, unlatched the privacy stall and looked toward the sink. She peeked out into the restroom and saw she was still alone. With a little sigh she approached the sinks. She rinsed her hands before searching for the nearest paper towel dispenser.
One spot on the wall had a square of paint that didn’t match the rest, with a few screw holes in the corners. Next to that spot, was a metallic air drier.
“Damn it….” Ellen hissed. She rolled her eyes and just wiped her hands against her legs. Of all the times. All she could do now was shake her head. Maybe the run back to her table wouldn’t be that bad. It was short, her wing of the restaurant only had two other people. If she stayed low it would be fine.
Ellen took a deep breath, her chest rising as the air filled her lungs. Get out of the restroom. Get back to the table. Stay low. Don’t get caught. Get dressed. The exhale rushed out, and she put her hands into covering positions.
The door hinges squeaked as Ellen lowered her stance. She looked ahead into her wing of the restaurant. Not much changed. There were still two customers at the table near the door. There was no sign of the waitress. Her heart thumped in her head as she crouched near the booths and made her way back to her table.
It was almost too easy.
Ellen kept an eye on what was ahead of her as her hand patted around the seat. Maybe just the jacket. That would cover everything that mattered and she could just walk out the door. Only, her hand patted around the seat, and her fingers never brushed against the material. A chill went up her back.
“…No…!”
The blonde craned her head. Her jacket? Gone. Her purse? Gone. Her shirt? Gone. Panties? Socks? Shoes? Gone. Gone. Gone. The table itself was clean, and had a slight shine.
Panic began to climb through her and her hands felt cold. Ellen trembled and crawled under the table. Where was her stuff!? Maybe she could sprint out the door without her clothes, but she needed her purse. It had her keys, her phone, ID, money, everything. What would she do without all that?
Her thighs squeezed together. She poked her head out from beneath the table. Then she saw it. On the counter by the register, her purse and her jacket. She didn’t see the rest. That spot was so open and exposed to the whole restaurant. Would she really have to go up there completely naked?
Ellen searched the area around her. The counter ran along the side of the restaurant. And nearby, was a large plastic server tray and a foldable menu. Neither were clothing… but she could use them.
She locked her eyes to the front of the store, and took a breath. It was time to make a move. Ellen crawled out from under the table, kept her stance low, and reached for the counter. The server tray was big enough to cover one set of intimates, the menu could do the other. Both required her hands to support them.
The menu unfolded and wobbled before she held it to her chest. Then she held the tray in front of her hips. She gulped as she felt cool air wash over her unprotected backside. A little chill climbed up her spine to remind her that she had no actual clothing. Blush flooded her face. This was an awful idea, but what choice did she have?
Ellen started her move toward the front. People were going to see. There was no avoiding it. That stirred a little feeling between her legs. She shook her head. No, she just *did* that. She kept her back to the counter and moved toward the register.
So far so good. If she could grab the jacket, she could retreat, redress, grab everything else and make a clean escape. A few more steps and the jacket was within reach.
A giggle taunted her ear.
Ellen’s head snapped toward the source and saw two women at the booth, staring right at her. They traded confused glances before returning their attention to her. They each giggled again.
The naked girl trembled and gulped. They could see her. Sure, she hid her intimates, but they *knew*.
“You must be the big tipper.”
Ellen shivered. “B-big tipper…?” She blinked.
“Yeah, the waitress freaked out when she saw.”
Right, she put a ton of cash down for her meal. The blonde took a breath. “O-oh yeah, always gotta leave a good tip! Yep, walked a mile in those shoes. Wore out a few pairs, myself!” Ellen faked a laugh as she approached her things. She awkwardly pinned the menu between her chin and her chest, as a hand fumbled toward her jacket.
“…Are you okay?”
“Just… fine…” Ellen felt the material of her jacket. This position was so awkward. And they were still watching her. They knew something was off.
The clatter of plastic barked at her. Her precious server tray was spinning on the ground at her feet, leaving her bottom half uncovered. Eyes widened in horror as more giggles taunted her ears.
“Ahh!” She squealed. In panic, both hands moved to shield her womanhood from their eyes. The menu slipped from her grip and flopped to the ground. Ellen backed up until her butt pressed against the counter. “N-no no no no!”
One girl put her hands over her mouth, barely containing her reaction. The other closed her eyes and shook her head. “Wow, you really did it. Just got completely freaking naked.”
“I can’t imagine how embarrassing that feels.”
“I-I can explain!”
“Oh, the waitress is coming back, you better grab your-”
Ellen couldn’t wait. Her hand jumped for the purse and clutched it to her naked chest. She frantically threw her head around and said “S-sorry!” The nude blonde dashed for the exit, making the door jingle on her way out.
Her heart raced. Those two saw. Some others might have seen. But she was out. She escaped the restaurant. Ellen had completed every challenge. She stripped naked. She ate while naked. She paid for her meal. She made herself cum. She escaped.
Ellen felt droplets pounding down on her naked body, with a dull rumble of thunder in the distance. Right, it was supposed to rain. It was pouring on her naked form. She didn’t let it slow her down as she ran for her car.
She wasted little time and shoved the zipper open, and thrusted her hand into the purse. Keys. Keys. Where were the keys!? Her body shook like a leaf once more as she shoved things out of the way. She had to have them. How else would she have gotten her car here? Ellen had nearly torn the purse to shreds searching for those precious keys. Her eyes widened in horror as realization hit her.
Her keys were in the jacket..
Nice story