How was I going to get home?
I hid next to the dumpster to cover my nakedness from the world and give me time to think. I was a few miles away from the apartment; I had the bag to slightly cover my front but... I brought my hands to my breasts.
"MMPH!" My nipples were still so sensitive and sore to the touch.
I reached down, unable to bring myself to look while touching my poor used pussy, biting my lip at the pain from its soreness, so that I didn't scream out. I could only imagine the state of my asshole, but couldn't bring myself to touch it. I had much bigger problems at the moment. Like trying to figure out a way of getting home without being seen, arrested, or worse.
I got up, my legs feeling a bit stronger than they did before, but still a bit wobbly. I heard a siren in the distance.
"He wouldn't call the cops on me?" I said to myself.
I had to get home quick, I kept behind the shop and ran across the back parking lot and down the alley behind the adjacent stores, all the while my backpack rubbing up against my poor sensitive nipples. The backpack felt like sandpaper on my chest and was slowly becoming too much for me to handle and slowing me down. I moved it to my back having to expose my chest.
"Where's the fuckin bathroom!" I heard a man, yelling close by.
"Just go anywhere man, stop being such a pussy," another man answering him.
Scared, I hid behind a car close by, hearing their footsteps getting closer. In a panic, I didn't know what to do, so I crawled under the car. Face down in the dirt; thankfully it was an SUV, giving me a little extra room to move.
"I'm going to piss my pants at this rate!"
Next thing I heard was the sound of a zipper being pulled down followed by the sound of liquid hitting the ground.
"My luck couldn't be this bad," I whispered to myself.
Before I knew what was happening a stream of urine had made it's way to my cheek. Flinching back, I hit my head on the underside of the car with a bang.
"Did you hear something?!?!"
"First time ever taking a piss outside?"
"No I swear to god I heard something!"
"Probably a stray cat or something, maybe you should go catch it, with your luck that's the only pussy you're getting tonight," the guy laughed as he walked away.
If they only knew what kind of pussy was hiding so close to them.
I waited for him to finally leave, more scared of being accidentally run over by this car then of these two drunken guys finding me. I could obviously outrun them, but I couldn't come back from the dead. I made my way behind the last stores, almost to the houses that were now the only things between my sister's apartment and me.
"Just got to take the trash out, then I'll get to the damn prep work!" A man yelled swinging the door in front of me, nearly clocking me right in the face.
The door closed and I stood there frozen, there was no place to hide and he was going to see me! My heart was racing, head getting light; legs were shaking and wouldn't budge.
"I'm a damn sous chef, not a trash boy, why the fuck do I have to do this just because Joey is late again for his shift."
He threw the garbage into the dumpster and without even looking back, grabbed and pulled the handle and walked back into the restaurant. I slapped my cheeks to wake me up from the daze I was in and ran for the bushes, diving in for cover as the door flew wide open again; the man looking out puzzled.
"Nah, couldn't have been, must have been seeing things," is what I think he said.
He couldn't have seen me, could he? I took a moment, hidden for the first time on my quest to the apartment. My heart was racing, my head still light, I was freaking out, but I was also...wet.
"Oh my god, he could have seen me...I wonder what he would have done?"
For all I know he probably would have called the cops on me and I'd be heading to jail completely naked. Followed by the most awkward call of my life, drive home and awkward week if I was allowed to stay.
Honk! Honk!
"Fuck!" I was startled out of my daydream, hoping they weren't honking at me.
