Cindy might be putting that shirt back on when we get in the elevator, but there's no panties in that purse...

"Shame you'll have to get dressed..." You tap your phone, nodding toward the elevator. I smile just as sweetly as any girl can walking totally naked in broad daylight across to an elevator which might pop out some unsuspecting new stranger at any moment, tapping the call button before negotiating my shirt out of my purse.

"I'll be taking that..." You snatch the thin loop of cloth that was about to be the only thing hiding my stiff nipples and achingly wet slit and swoop past me into the opening elevator doors.

"Oh my god, no!" I jump, a sudden spring of shock shooting right up between my legs into that aching wetness as I leap after you, your hand raised easily beyond my short reach. "No, seriously, give that back!" I laugh nervously, breasts jolting heavily as I try to jump at it without harming my poor shirt. The door closes behind me and the elevator starts to move.

"Climb up and get it." You gesture at your torso with your free hand and I look incredulously at you. Smirking, I roll my eyes and step toward you, placing a hand on each shoulder and lifting my foot up your leg, searching for something to push up on.

"Can a girl get a hand?" I pout sheepishly.

"Any time!" You smile, bending slightly to slide your free hand up the back of my thigh, shoving it unceremoniously against my soft little lips as you pull me bodily into the air.

"Ah!" Startled mostly by the sudden jolt, but not insignificantly by the fingers now massaging my insides, I wrap my legs around you, looking up at your still out-stretched hand and my shirt.

I reach for it, extending upwards, ignoring the oh-so-nice feeling growing beneath me. As my fingers wrap around the cloth, your lips press around my nipple, my breasts now sitting in your easy reach.

"Mnh..." My hips give in, pressing slightly against you as you let go of the shirt and I struggle to find the willpower to pull it on. "Oh fuck yes..." I sigh, rocking gently against you now as your other hand, free of the shirt, finds its way down to rub little circles against my clit just as your teeth tease gingerly at the tips of my nipples.

I barely find the presence of mind to pull my shirt over my head before the elevator dings and my heart skips a beat. I shove off of you, yanking my shirt roughly into place a racing heartbeat before the doors pull open to the crowded food court.

I flash you a flushed grin, stifling a giggle as we step briskly out into the noise.