Bump

Maybe if I bump the door I ca...

I bumped the door with my bare ass, it opened just enough that my open shirt escaped as I stepped forward.

Free at last!

Wazzat?! VOICES!

"Oh wow! That was an amazing story! Do you have the time to tell it again?"

"Sure"

Female voices!

Two women had entered the corridor behind me, back through the doors.

Female voices! And they're heading this way.

And now they were on their way directly towards me.

_A: _Oh no!

_D: _Yep, shit just got real.

I began practically running down the corridor, not having the time or thought to lower the boxes again, I peaked around them as I ran.

My only hope is to get to the next set of doors before they was;l through and see me!

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit!

_A: _This is insane!

_D: _Hahahahaha!! All that's missing is the Benny Hill show theme music.

My shirt continued to flutter around behind me, only held to my body by the sleeves.

Wait a moment...

I stopped.

I'm middle management! Think of a solution to this, Ren!

... Maybe I can just grab the corners of my shirt's hem and pull it to cover my ass...

The pile of boxes, my only cover, began to slip and slide atop one another, threatening to fall off at any moment.

Yikes!

With nothing but sheer luck, they stayed in place. And by some miracle, I'd managed to grab my shirt with the pinky finger of each hand. I pulled the shirt forward to cover my chest, and then pulled the boxes to my chest, pinning the shirt closed (mostly) against my body.

Success! I'll just have to button it when I get the chance.

_A: _Oh well plated, Ren! He caught them all!

_D: _Ok that is rather impressive. I wonder what he does for the finale?

With my shirt pinned in place by the boxes all I had to do now was lower them in front of my penis to fully cover my front. The problem now was that if I lower the boxes, there is no way in hell I'll get my penis hidden back inside, but with the boxes resting low enough to cover my crotch, they were beginning to rub against the topside of it. Stimulating me further. But if I raised them, I'd risk exposure and I wouldn't be able to see past them, and that'd just look weird to any onlookers.

So I made the decision to continue as I was, with the bottom of the boxes rubbing against my cock as I walked.

_A: _What's he pulling that face for? He looks like he's in pain.

_D: _Hmmmmm. That doesn't exactly look like a "Hurting" face to me.