The Date, Part Seven
Part Seven
Hallie impatiently paced back and forth as she waited for Tara to meet her outside. For the most part, it actually did seem like a good place to change. Between the dumpster, the bushes, and the restaurant itself, there was a decent enough corner where no one would see her stripping down. Save for anyone using the entrance/exit itself, of course, though she assumed Tara would keep anyone from taking a smoke break for a minute or two.
After what felt like forever, but was probably only a few minutes, Tara joined her outside. “Alright, Liv’s on board. She felt terrible about her fall, so she’s okay losing a little tip money if it means you can continue your date.”
“Great. Where are her clothes?” Hallie didn’t mean to be short with her friend, but she hated the idea of Jake sitting around without her for so long.
“She’s getting changed now,” Tara said. She held up a white towel and handed it to Hallie, “Here. Go ahead and get out of those wet clothes. Liv will be out in a minute.”
“But-”
Hallie faltered. The allure of getting out of the ruined outfit was one thing, as was the mild comfort of the secluded changing spot. But the actual reality of stripping outdoors right next to a public building was another thing entirely.
“Hallie, I’ve literally seen your boobs before,” Tara chuckled. Between locker room changing, shopping trips, and Truth or Dare games, their whole group of girlfriends had all seen each other in various states of undress plenty of times. More importantly, Tara framed it as if the embarrassment was about herself being there, rather than the public area in general. “Here, is this better?” She turned 180 degrees, fully facing away from Hallie. “I’ll stay here so no one can open the door. How’s that?”
“. . . Okay.” Hallie nervously glanced around one more time, then reluctantly peeled the classy beige sweater off her body. She cringed at not only how the wet top clung to her throughout the process, but also how her damp skin made the subsequent light breeze immediately noticeable. She was half topless outside, and the lace bra underneath didn’t do much for warmth.
Before going any farther, she wrapped the towel around herself, wishing it would cover more. If held tightly, it might cover her chest and crotch, but only just. Despite her comfort with Tara, there were plenty of streets and buildings nearby, and she didn’t want to risk anything. Shimmying the wet skirt past her hips, Hallie finally let it drop down her legs with a wet thud as it pooled around her ankles. “Umm, Tara?”
“Yeah?” Tara glanced over her shoulder.
“What about underwear?”
“Oh! I was going to ask about that. If Liv brought a clean set from home, would you be okay wearing them?”
Hallie paused to think about it. It wasn’t the worst idea. Since Liv was a little bit smaller than her, borrowed underwear would just hug Hallie more tightly. That was attractive in its own way. “What about while I’m waiting for her to get back?”
“Umm . . .” It was Tara’s turn to pause. Hallie just kept a firm grip on both the towel and her removed sweater, unable to quite bring herself to step out of the skirt at her feet. “I’ve got spandex and a sports bra in my bag? They’re clean too!”
“Okay, that’ll have to do,” Hallie said. Filling in all the blanks Tara left for her, she voiced the plan to save her Valentine’s date. “I’ll wear your things and Tara’s outfit for now, stay for a long dessert, and change into Liv’s underwear before we leave. She’ll bring something cute, right?”
“Liv is a big ball of guilt over this, Hallie,” Tara giggled, “She’ll bring the sexiest underwear she owns to make it up to you. Here, I’ll give you some privacy to take off the rest. I have to go grab my bag!”
“But, the door . . .”
“No one has a break scheduled for a while. You’ll be fine, I promise!”
Before Hallie could get the chance to ask any other worried questions, Tara was opening the door and heading back inside. The metal door closed with a *thud* and Hallie let out a heavy sigh. It’s not like she had any other options. If this happened at any other restaurant, she’d be screwed. At least Tara was around to fix things.
Finally stepping out of the skirt, Hallie picked it up and delicately hung it over the metal railing to dry, along with her sweater. Part of her wanted to hold off on fully stripping until Tara was back, but that would just prolong her separation from Jake. She needed to be ready to throw on the new outfit the moment she could. Steeling herself, Hallie turned to face the bushes and deftly unhooked the lace white bra, pulling one arm out and then sliding it down the other arm in the subtle bra-removing maneuver.
Time for the underwear.
Hanging the wet bra over the railing as well and lightly blushing at the feeling of her freed boobs in an outdoor setting, Hallie took one more deep breath. Then she reached underneath the towel and slid the matching white thong down her smooth legs, carefully stepping out of the sexy underwear. Jake was supposed to be the one stripping her out of her thong, but now Hallie was stuck with the task herself. It wasn’t nearly as sexy when it was wet for the wrong reasons.
Then Hallie awkwardly stood there with the small towel wrapped around her naked form, waiting more impatiently than before for Tara to return.
When the door finally opened, it wasn’t just Tara joining her outside. Liv was with her as well, and still fully dressed in her black and red waitress attire.
After a moment of confusion, Hallie began speaking. “What-”
But that’s as far as she got.
In one swift and entirely unexpected motion, Liv stepped forward and grabbed the hem of the towel just above her chest, giving a hard yank. Hallie’s grip had only been tight enough to keep the towel safely wrapped around her body. It wasn’t nearly a strong enough grip to fight to keep control of the only thing protecting her modesty.
As the towel was whisked away from her body, Tara stood poised with her phone aimed to capture the moment.
Tara smirked. “Say cheese, Hallie!”