An embarrassing crossroads

Neither Isabel nor Ryan spoke about what happened in the janitor's closet. The touch in the closet hung between them like a spark in the air, but neither dared mention it. Isabel’s cheeks still burned, she was tingling where Ryan’s hand had brushed her pussy. She held her arms tight across her chest, every nerve screaming with embarrassment. Ryan avoided her eyes, but she could tell he was thinking about it too.

He eased the break room door open just a crack and peered out into the hallway. “Clear for now,” he whispered, looking both ways before stepping back. “But the real problem is up ahead.”

Isabel tensed. “What do you mean?”

“To get to the Lost & Found” Ryan said quietly. “We have to go through another cubicle section. Bigger than the last one.”

Her stomach dropped. The cubicle section. Rows of desks, computer monitors, overhead lights… and coworkers who could glance up at any second.

Ryan’s eyes flicked down her body before he quickly looked away, as if catching himself. “You’re more exposed than before,” he said. “Last time, at least you had panties. Now…” He didn’t finish. He didn’t need to.

Isabel’s legs pressed together instinctively. The thin cotton bra clung to her chest, her stomach and hips completely bare, every step feeling like a spotlight was on her. Crawling, which had been her only saving grace last time, was now impossible to even imagine. Crawling with her legs wide and her ass up would give anyone behind her a full view of her most private places.

Her throat went dry. “So what do we do?”

Ryan hesitated. Then he offered, “I could go. To the lost and found. You wait here. I’ll bring you clothes back.”

The suggestion struck her like a stone. The thought of Ryan going alone was tempting. He was dressed, composed, unthreatened by the humiliation that weighed her down like chains. But the thought of standing there, trapped in her bra with nothing on below, waiting, completely **** until he returned… it was unbearable.

Her heart pounded. She could hear the faint buzz of voices from the cubicle section, she imagined each one of them seeing her nude body and the comments they would have on it. She would never be taken seriously as a manager if everyone who worked for her knew the shape of her pubic hair.

Ryan was watching her carefully, his expression unreadable. “It’s your call,” he said softly.