“We should walk a little too, make it look less suspicious.”
I felt Jim once again touch my bottom, but this time it did seem like a genuine encouragement to walk forwards rather than just a thin excuse to grope me. I set off inching along and staying close to Tom, I tried to keep my head ducked down. The car swept pass quickly and although I didn’t look it did seem like we’d gotten away with it.
“Thank god,” I said as the noise receded into the background.
“I think I know who that was,” replied Tom. His voice sounded pretty neutral.
“Did they see?”
“I think they saw me, they waved, but.” He left things there, it was ambiguous but it didn’t seem like he was too worried.
“They’d have stopped if they’d seen Claire. I know I would.”
“Thanks, Jim. How sweet.” I managed to be sarcastic despite my cold and still worried state.
His hands were now gripping my sides and were inching closer to my boobs all the time.
“Can we hurry up again now?” I turned my head and he looked up from close contemplation of my bottom.
“Oh, yeah.” He let go, and once again the guys hung back but I was just happy to pick up the pace again.
As we got closer then there started to be street lights. I hadn’t thought it possible but I now felt even more exposed. It was somewhat surreal to be walking down such a familiar stretch of road stark naked. I saw my own house coming up and prayed with all my heart that neither of my parents would pick this moment to look out from the curtains. I tried to comfort myself that at this distance they maybe wouldn’t recognise me and they surely would never assume that whoever was streaking down the street was their own daughter.
As I passed by as quickly as I dared I spotted what must have been Jim’s car, it was parked in front of Tom’s house. I looked behind me and asked by pointing if I was right and received a few nods. With my goal in sight I couldn’t help but break into a faster jog, abandoning my efforts to keep my breasts under control.
“Claire, look out!”
Tom’s half whispered shout took me by surprise, I stopped and looked back, he was pointing across the road but as I started to look in that direction his point turned to a wave. With a sinking heart I noticed a man stood at the end of the drive across the road, obviously in the middle of putting his rubbish in the bins. We locked eyes for a split second, he looked as startled as I felt, and then I sprinted to hide behind the car. As I ducked behind it on the side away from the man I heard him greet Tom.
“Hi there, Tom. Just out for a stroll?”