Despite the protection provided by the screen, Isabel had never felt more exposed in her life! The cold, recycled air of the terminal raised goosebumps on her bare skin, while the glare of the sun pouring in from the window behind her warmed the skin of her back, producing waves on hot and cold that made her squirm uncomfortably behind the canvas. Most of all however, she could feel the eyes of the masses upon her. Thousands upon thousands of eyes, all waiting on line with nothing better to do but stand there and gawk at her embarrassing predicament. "Get a life you losers!" She creamed in her head, but she said nothing. She knew it would be futile.
Tense, bored and frustrated, Isabel's bare foot tapped incessantly upon the lightly carpeted floor of the terminal. She was trying to figure out how much time had passed since the guard made off with her belongings. When all of this nonsense started, she had 20 minutes to make her flight. How much time had passed since then? 10 minutes? 15? A half hour!? She had no way of knowing really. She didn't carry a watch. She had relied upon her cellphone for the time for as far back as she could remember worrying about time at all, and she'd forgotten that misbegotten piece of electronics in the confusion of packing. If she missed her flight after all this, somebody was getting sued!
Just then, something strange caught her eye. A brief flash of white light reflecting off of the canvas. That wasn't too unusual in and of itself. People at on line in front of her had been taking pictures since her ordeal began, but what made this one strange is that the little flicker of light had been dancing on the back end of the canvas, the one facing the window... which meant that this flash (which became flashes, plural within seconds of her noticing) had come from behind. Her mind did the logical arithmetic in record time, and the conclusion was inevitable. Somebody was taking pictures of her BUTT!
Not thinking beyond that conclusion, Isabel spun around only to be confronted by the sight of a massive jet liner taxiing what looked to be dangerously close to the window! The massive aircraft put it's passenger side windows at eye level with poor Isabel, who only now realized that she had presented soon to be airborne amateur paparazzi with a clear and unobstructed view of full frontal nudity. Reacting on instinct, she shrieked, one hand slapped over her breasts to conceal her nipples, while the other clamped down over her pussy, giving the passengers an incredible example of the classic ENF pose that was sure to be plastered all over OCC within the next, oh, 15 seconds or so.
Panicking, Isabel staggered backwards and stumbled into the canvas, unbalancing the whole apparatus and sending the screen crashing to the ground. The collective gasp of the huddled masses was drowned out only by the sound of camera phones flashing as Isabel's naked ass came exploding into view. Screaming again, Isabel found herself surrounded on all sides, frantically trying to decided how to best preserve her modesty in this no win situation. She had too many naughty bits to hide with just two hands, and her hysterical efforts to switch from one concealing pose to another only insured that every bit was exposed at least once at all angles from every side!
When Steve returned, he found Isabel right where he left her, except now, she had the screen wrapped around her like a blanket, her naked body cocooned in canvas. She glared daggers at him immediately.
"Now why didn't I think of that!" Steve said, jovially.
"Because your a dope!" Isabel responded. "Where are my clothes!?"
Steve took the insult with good nature. He didn't want to blame Isabel for her attitude. It was perfectly understandable given the situation. And, with what he was about to tell her, her attitude wasn't going to improve any time soon.
"Well, that's an interesting story actually..." Steve began. "You see, like I said, we're spread really thin here. The girls who go through the clothes have piles and piles of the stuff to go through, and thinks started getting mixed up, so we started sending the clothes to hastily set up sorting stations after they were checked to make sure everything was neatly folded and put back together. There was some confusion as to where different articles were supposed to go, and... well... I don't know quite how to tell you this but... we lost your clothes."
"YOU...WHAT!?" Isabel shrieked.
"And your purse as well I'm afraid." Steve continued, contritely. "And everything within. We're very very sorry."
"You're sorry!? YOU'RE SORRY!? What about my clothes!? What about my flight!? Oh, somebody is going to pay for this! You just..."
"Ma'am, please!" Steve cut her off. "Like I said, we're very sorry for the mixup, but we have some alternatives to offer you."
Clutching the canvas close to her naked body (and squeezing her cleavage closer together in the process) Isabel whispered through gritted teeth "Go on."
"Well, I'm afraid you've missed your flight to Mexico, but there is another flight heading to that exactly location in 10 minutes. We can get you on that plane right now free of charge! Obviously, you'll be refunded the price of your original ticket in full once we get the paper work and everything together. We'll fast forward you through customs and make whatever accommodations you need to get from point A to point B. Just let us know what you need and we'll make it happen."
Isabel was still pissed about this whole fiasco, but Steve did seem sincere. Maybe things would work out after all. She began with the obvious question. "Okay. First of all, how about you get me some clothes? I can't exactly fly naked, can I?"
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