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| - | + | "I'm not." You say, and being to pull yourself upward. You feel the leggings ripping under you. | |
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| + | "What?" Wes says, a little incredulously. He then watches as you continue to move. "Really?" | ||
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| + | "Really. Get a move on - we don't have time! Someone is coming." You go down in volume as you continue to speak - noises get closer. Footsteps. | ||
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| + | "You can at least trip the bucket after you get ou-" Wes begins, but the footsteps are closing in fast. He groans and you hear him slip out of his trunks. You continue to struggle to move, but only feel your leggings tear a little at a time. You then feel Wes' arms grab your legs and pull them out fast and strong. It takes only a movement, and you are free, all of your leggings left on the ground. You look to him surprised, first seeing his toned arms on your knees, him looking back to you. Your eyes trace down just slightly to see more of his chest, then his stomach, his hips... | ||
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| + | You snap away as Wes begins to speak. "Are you alright?" | ||
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| + | "Yah." You say quickly and grab the bag. The two of you move to the next room, then make your way to a room further. It looks to be something of an old run down kitchen. You look back to Wes for a brief glance to see he was still there - he was, and he was definitely naked. You are not sure if you really got a look at... his... But still, you saw him. His hand was sort of in front of his crotch, but you saw his muscles around his legs and hips, the tone around his stomach going down to his pelvis... | ||
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| + | "Um." He says. "Any chance I could, well... Take your hoodie?" | ||
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| + | "My hoodie?" | ||
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| + | "Just to wrap around me. It would... I think help. I mean I am... I'd rather not be naked here." | ||
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| + | You feel the edges of your hoodie. It was true, he was naked, and he had already done plenty for you, but you did not like the idea of being in only your bikini. Still, it was inevitable. He had lost everything here - even his bag. You stay turned away from him and slowly peel the hoodie off your shoulders, then step out of it. You hold it behind you, and you feel it taken. | ||
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| + | "Alright." Wes says. You turn, seeing all his body, minus the bit covered with the sideways tied hoodie around his waist. He still holds it in place. "Oh." He says as he looks to you facing him. | ||
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| + | You look down. Your underwear was still wet. It was black, and rather small. The panties are cut a little low, just low enough to catch under your hips, and cut to show a little cheek. The front dips only a moment, but now it feels like everything when you don't mean it. The top has small straps, and the cups cover the roundness of your small chest, with a small bit in between the cups to connect in the middle. You find it rather cute, but mostly, it is just easy to move around in. The biggest issue is that your bra is not a swimsuit, despite the cut, and there are slight pokies where your nipples are. You put your arm in front of your chest. "What are you doing?" | ||
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| + | "Sorry. You just turned, and..." He started. You feel angry at him, but realize you were doing the same to him just a moment ago, and did not say a thing. | ||
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| + | He looks around the kitchen. "Well there probably is not much here to dress in. Should we just try and escape?" | ||
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| + | You still have the paint with you. You do not want to leave, but then again, both of you are in precarious situations. You really came all this way, though... You could [[Joemdmoveoutside4| move outside]] to try and go back to shore, or you could convince Wes to [[Joemdgoupstairs4| move upstairs]] with you to continue the tag. | ||
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| + | <table width="100%"> | ||
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| + | <td bgcolor="##FFA500" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b> | ||
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| + | <td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Wearing</td> | ||
| + | <td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> boots, wet bikini-style black bra and panties</td> | ||
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| + | <td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Mood</td> | ||
| + | <td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> Embarrassed with your chest, and your thoughts... </td> | ||
| + | </tr> | ||
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| + | <td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="10%"> Inventory</td> | ||
| + | <td bgcolor="#A6B8FF" valign="top" width="90%"> knife, bag of 10 cans of paint, rope, pepperspray </td> | ||
| + | </tr> | ||
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| + | </table> | ||
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[[Category: Embarrassing Day]] | [[Category: Embarrassing Day]] | ||
Current revision as of 03:28, 28 August 2015
"I'm not." You say, and being to pull yourself upward. You feel the leggings ripping under you.
"What?" Wes says, a little incredulously. He then watches as you continue to move. "Really?"
"Really. Get a move on - we don't have time! Someone is coming." You go down in volume as you continue to speak - noises get closer. Footsteps.
"You can at least trip the bucket after you get ou-" Wes begins, but the footsteps are closing in fast. He groans and you hear him slip out of his trunks. You continue to struggle to move, but only feel your leggings tear a little at a time. You then feel Wes' arms grab your legs and pull them out fast and strong. It takes only a movement, and you are free, all of your leggings left on the ground. You look to him surprised, first seeing his toned arms on your knees, him looking back to you. Your eyes trace down just slightly to see more of his chest, then his stomach, his hips...
You snap away as Wes begins to speak. "Are you alright?"
"Yah." You say quickly and grab the bag. The two of you move to the next room, then make your way to a room further. It looks to be something of an old run down kitchen. You look back to Wes for a brief glance to see he was still there - he was, and he was definitely naked. You are not sure if you really got a look at... his... But still, you saw him. His hand was sort of in front of his crotch, but you saw his muscles around his legs and hips, the tone around his stomach going down to his pelvis...
"Um." He says. "Any chance I could, well... Take your hoodie?"
"My hoodie?"
"Just to wrap around me. It would... I think help. I mean I am... I'd rather not be naked here."
You feel the edges of your hoodie. It was true, he was naked, and he had already done plenty for you, but you did not like the idea of being in only your bikini. Still, it was inevitable. He had lost everything here - even his bag. You stay turned away from him and slowly peel the hoodie off your shoulders, then step out of it. You hold it behind you, and you feel it taken.
"Alright." Wes says. You turn, seeing all his body, minus the bit covered with the sideways tied hoodie around his waist. He still holds it in place. "Oh." He says as he looks to you facing him.
You look down. Your underwear was still wet. It was black, and rather small. The panties are cut a little low, just low enough to catch under your hips, and cut to show a little cheek. The front dips only a moment, but now it feels like everything when you don't mean it. The top has small straps, and the cups cover the roundness of your small chest, with a small bit in between the cups to connect in the middle. You find it rather cute, but mostly, it is just easy to move around in. The biggest issue is that your bra is not a swimsuit, despite the cut, and there are slight pokies where your nipples are. You put your arm in front of your chest. "What are you doing?"
"Sorry. You just turned, and..." He started. You feel angry at him, but realize you were doing the same to him just a moment ago, and did not say a thing.
He looks around the kitchen. "Well there probably is not much here to dress in. Should we just try and escape?"
You still have the paint with you. You do not want to leave, but then again, both of you are in precarious situations. You really came all this way, though... You could move outside to try and go back to shore, or you could convince Wes to move upstairs with you to continue the tag.
| Status | ||
| Wearing | boots, wet bikini-style black bra and panties | |
| Mood | Embarrassed with your chest, and your thoughts... | |
| Inventory | knife, bag of 10 cans of paint, rope, pepperspray | |
