Lois left the skirt on the floor and rose.
Her shirt only reached to just above her belly button, so a wide expanse of bare skin showed from there to the tops of her stockings, including her blonde bush and completely nude ass. She raised her arms above her head.
Absolutely nothing prevented the crowd of passengers from seeing her bare skin from above her navel to the tops of her stockings. Skin that was usually the most protected from view. That no one save her doctor ever saw.
Now, everybody saw.
She couldn’t believe how embarrassed she was. Humiliated. Mortified.
Horny.
Some of the passengers had gathered opposite the glass, and she knew she treated them to the best show as she made no attempt to cover the area exposed by her spread legs.
Arousal the likes of which she hadn’t felt since being exposed above the construction workers returned. She was actually glad that the agent forced her to keep her hands high. If she lowered them, she was afraid of what they might do of their own accord if they neared her soaking pussy.
A day ago, she’d have been aghast at the thought of someone seeing her bra strap. Now, her body seemed to crave exposure. What was happening to her? How could she be so easily controlled by her libido?
After what seemed like forever but was probably only a minute or so, the man spoke, “The machine’s down. We’re going to have to have you go through the metal detector.”
Confused, she nodded and bent to pick up her skirt.
“Leave it,” he said. “I’ll just run it through the conveyor for you.”
She looked at the crowd of people behind her. To reach the detector, she’d have to walk through them. He couldn’t be suggesting that she do so bottomless, was he?
“Please don’t make me walk through that crowd of people naked.”
“You’re not naked, ma’am. You still have on your shirt.”
Her hands moved to the bottom of her blouse. “Please don’t make me take that off, too. I’d simply die if I had to show my tiny tits to everyone.”
What was she doing? Was she really begging him to strip her naked? She had to get a grip.
He adjusted his pants. “Now that you mention it, there may be some metal in there. Best to remove it.”
Too late. He’d taken her up on her offer. What had she done?
Lois swallowed hard. Her nipples poked against the fabric of the blouse, making it obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She’d been ordered to strip totally naked in an airport, in public, in the middle of hundreds of eager and horny and judgmental eyes. And it had been her idea.
There was no way she was going that far.
But she had no choice. Her need drove her.
Her hands gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled. Slowly. Her mind warred with her arousal. Taking off her shirt made no sense. There was no reason for it. No justification whatsoever.
If she stripped completely, it would be obvious that she did it solely because she got off on the exposure. All those people would know her to be a naughty sl*t who couldn’t control herself.
And people had their phones out. This would be all over the internet. Coworkers would see it and know her shame.
Inch by inch, the bottom of the shirt rose, revealing more and more of her bare skin. It reached the bottom of her breasts.
She paused. Much farther and they’d see her biggest flaw, her nearly flat tits.
How could she bear it?
She couldn’t do it. She wouldn’t. Her mind insisted.
Her arousal battled back. She needed to be seen. Needed release.
Her mind lost.
Lois tugged. The shirt rose, revealing her rock hard nipples.
Oh no! she thought. People are seeing that. Taking pictures of that.
She almost came on the spot.
Suppressing a shudder, she finished pulling the shirt over her head and meekly handed it to the TSA agent. He grinned at her.
Bare. Exposed. Naked.
Stunned and unsure of herself but horny as hell, she turned to face the crowd, her hands clutched against her thighs. Some of the men cheered. Some of the women shot daggers at her with their eyes. No one looked at anything else but her.
So aroused was she that her legs shook, and she teetered out of the scanner and stepped toward her audience. The people closest to her edged back to make a narrow corridor.
Her naked, wobbling body brushed against their clothes, emphasizing the difference between them and her. They were respectable, professional, fully-dressed travelers. She was a wanton, trashy, naked sl*t who was getting off on displaying herself to them at the flimsiest of excuses.
Lois wanted so badly to sprint back to her clothes and throw them back on. To run and hide and let no one ever see her face again.
All around her, phone clicked and recorded. There would definitely be shots and video of her totally naked on the internet. Millions of people would be able to see everything God gave her.
Lois wanted so badly to sit on the floor, spread her legs, and masturbate to the most powerful orgasm ever.
She shuddered.
A man patted her ass. Another copped a feel of her breast. She moaned.
Lois staggered past the lady TSA agent and through the detector. Of course, it didn’t buzz. She wore only stockings which hadn’t the slightest bit of metal.
Her legs buckled, and she fell. On all fours like a dog. With her ass stuck out and legs splayed. Hundreds of onlookers saw and captured the whole event on cameras.
She wanted to die. She wanted to cum.
The lady agent put a hand on Lois’ back. “Are you okay?”
Lois could only nod numbly.
“Oh dear,” the lady said, “you seem to be making quite a mess between your thighs. We should clean that up.”
Lois was vaguely aware of the other agent tossing the lady a cloth of some sort. The woman’s meaning didn’t hit home until Lois felt soft, feminine hands pushing her thighs apart, exposing her most intimate parts even more. To everyone. To their cameras.
“No,” Lois said. “You don’t have to…”
“Nonsense, my dear. It’s no trouble at all.” She rubbed the inside of Lois thighs with the cloth. “My! You are soaked.”
Lois’ blush extended to her entire body at the quite loud announcement to everyone about just how aroused she was. Could this get any worse?
“The source of the fluid seems to be here.” The towel moved straight to Lois’ pussy, and the pressure increased. “Better get it stopped.”
The woman thrust the cloth in and out, ostensibly to “clean her up,” and the motion had the exact opposite effect of stopping the flow.
Lois panted. Pressure built.
She had to get herself under control. Having another public orgasm simply was not acceptable.
Lois clenched her legs together and pushed herself off the floor. “I’m sor— Thanks but… I-I have to go.” She grabbed her clothes and wallet from the male agent and stumbled away from the check point.
No other passengers came through while she hastily pulled on her outfit. An airline representative with a shit-eating grin on his face took her by the hand and escorted her to the gate. They practically ran, giving her no time to even stop and buy a t-shirt to cover herself. Dozens more people probably got great views of her unprotected privates as she wasn’t able to keep the skirt in place.
At least the plane hadn’t left yet. She thrust her boarding pass at the gate agent and prayed that the rest of her trip would be uneventful.
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