A helpful stranger?

The man is young, likely in his late teens. He has short cut brown hair and the body of an athlete. As your vision continues to clear from the blow to the head, you hear an almost angelic male voice, "Miss? Are you alright? You just took a pretty good fall." Only as the man looks at you expectantly as if he expects an answer, does your head clear enough to realize it was him that was speaking to you.

You attempt to wave the man off, but you stumble slightly as you try to stand. If he hadn't been standing so close, he'd never have been able to catch you as you started to fall again. As is, you find yourself clutching to his legs to keep from falling the rest of the way.

For several seconds, you remain like this, holding the man's legs around the upper thighs, not quite standing, and not quite kneeling in front of the man, his hands holding your shoulders to give you a little support.

Against your cheek, you can feel something pressing against you through the man's tight jeans. Flinching back when you realize he's sporting an erection, you land flat on your ass, your skirt riding up enough to reveal the scandalously tiny panties beneath.

"Miss?" He says again, his eyes drifting to your exposed panties on their own accord. "Let me help you to the bench over there." He motions towards the nearby restrooms, a small bench between the two doors.

Reaching down, he takes your hand and helps you to your feet. He slips one arm around you for support and starts towards the bench he had indicated before.

With his arm around you, you feel his hand brush the side of your breast. You don't comment on it since the man is trying to help you, besides, you aren't even sure he's doing it on purpose.