Katie only needed a few minutes to pick out a nice, boring ensemble, not so different from what she’d been planning on wearing. Since a sign at the entrance to the fitting rooms said they wouldn’t be open until 9:00, she had to trust that the sizes labeled were accurate She hurried to the checkouts and was about to put her items up to be scanned when she remembered she still needed shoes, so she backtracked, selected a low heeled black pair and was back to the checkout less than 15 minutes after she’d first entered the store. She ordered up an Uber while the cashier finished checking out another customer. Her ride to the Rayburn House office building at the Capitol pulled up a couple minutes after she left the store.
For the first time in Katie’s whole weekend, things were going according to plan. The directions she’d been given would bring her right to the part of the Capitol complex where her Congressman’s office was located; if her Google maps research was even close to right she figured she ought to get there by 8:45, early enough to duck into a toilet room and get dressed. She worried about getting past security looking the way she did, but thought she could explain what had happened. “I just hope it doesn’t take me too long to convince the security guards I’m not the nut job my current appearance makes me look like,” she thought.
Katie rolled her one remaining original stocking down her leg and pulled it off her foot shortly after buckling herself into the rear seat, figuring she could save a few seconds when she got dressed and wasn’t revealing anything she shouldn’t, or at least wasn’t making things worse than they already were. She began to wish she’d asked for a larger car; the combination of the somewhat cramped back seat space of the Ford Focus and her 6-foot height made getting the stocking off harder than usual. Her driver had taken note of her unusual appearance when she climbed into his car and was already checking his rear-view mirror more than he normally would, so he caught some of her stocking removal. He began checking what was going on behind him even more often.
Her Uber was most of the way across a bridge over the Potomac river when Katie’s anxiety about making it to her destination in time to do her job ramped up sharply. The traffic slowed to a crawl, then dropped to a stop-and-go pace. She braced herself on the top of the front seats and leaned forward to be heard over the chorus of car and truck horns and asked, “What’s going on? Why are we stopping?”
Since they were completely stopped, the driver turned to answer Katie. Momentarily rendered speechless by the clear view of Katie’s right breast her leaning forward had given him, the driver eventually managed to answer her, “Ahhh, some kind of rally or protest up ahead on the Mall. If it’s a big one, one or two of the three lanes will be shut down. Once we make it past the point where the lanes merge it should loosen up,”
Still leaning toward the driver, she asked, “How much longer do you think it’s going to take?” She had a hard time not laughing when she noticed how much trouble the poor man was having carrying on a conversation, but didn’t make things any easier for him, deliberately leaning forward a tiny bit farther.
Losing all track what Katie was saying when he saw her blouse part a bit more, enough for her left breast to pop out into view along with the right one, he finally responded after she repeated the question, telling her, “I’m, I, um, can’t be sure, but probably only an extra ten minutes or so.”
“Fuck! That’s too long, I’ll never make it in time!” She couldn’t believe that after all the problems she’d had she was so damned close to making it on time, but was instead going to be a no-show at the event which was the whole reason for her trip. She slumped back into her seat, finally noticing how her brief lack of focus had left her exposed.
“Unless…maybe…it might save me enough time to make it, and would certainly make it easier to get through security,” she said, psyching herself up to go through with her latest last-ditch idea about how to get to work faster.
Her hands were shaking, but she was determined to give herself even a slim chance at being on time, so she unfastened the single button still in place on her blouse! She shivered as she slipped the right side of the blouse over her shoulder and pulled her right arm out of the wrecked garment. The left side took a bit longer to get off, partially because she had to work around her seat belt but more because she was still a little bit freaked out about getting completely naked in some stranger’s car in the middle of a traffic jam!
“There, I did it!” Katie said, a bit louder than she intended as she set her ruined blouse on the seat beside her.
“Did what,” the driver asked. He had his eyes on the car in front of them, but once they had both come to a complete stop he turned to see what was going on in the back seat. What he saw left him speechless; he couldn’t see far enough down to be sure there wasn’t any clothing still present down around Katie’s ankles, but he could tell she was completely nude from her shins to the top of her head! His new all-time favorite passenger was too busy trying to open a plastic package holding her new pair of stockings to notice him, allowing him plenty of time to take in the view.
As she struggled to open the first item she pulled out of the bag, Katie cursed herself for not thinking to get the clothes out of their various bits of packaging and free of all the small pieces of plastic tethering price tags to the clothing BEFORE getting naked. “No going back now, I just need to get this over with,” she mumbled while trying to tear the small bag open with her teeth. When she finally noticed the driver staring at her she yelled, “Hey! Eyes front!” He turned around and noticed the car in front of them had moved on and traffic from the lane to his left was taking advantage of his distraction to cut in front of them.
With her new stockings freed from their package, Katie put them on and smoothed them out. Realizing she was asking a lot of her driver, she apologized as she looked around in the bag for her panties, “I’m sorry I yelled at you, I guess I should have expected you to stare once you saw what I was doing. I just don’t have enough time to wait until getting inside the Capitol to get dressed. I can’t keep you from looking, just please don’t get into an accident!”
As she tried in vain to separate one pair of panties from the other two in the package, she thought to herself, “Did I just give this guy permission to ogle my naked body? Damn, I guess I sort of did!” She couldn’t help giggling as she thought, “but not really, I AM wearing stockings, so technically I’m not naked!”
It occurred to her that she’d found herself in situations not too different from this morning’s trouble a few times before, and had usually ended up enjoying herself. “Today is different,” she told herself, “this time I didn’t volunteer to lose my clothes.” She didn’t let herself think too hard about the excitement that had been building in her ever since she’d walked out of the toilet stall, or how it had increased sharply the moment she decided to strip out of her blouse right there in the cab!