Get herself free from the bra

(chapter originally by SpiralFelix at writing.com)

Not thinking, Isabel drops back down and tries to yank her arms free from her previously supportive garment. After a couple of seconds, she manages to free herself and clamps her hands over her bare nipples. She takes a second to notice that all eyes are indeed on her before shrieking and running towards the women's locker room again. Her breasts bounce slightly as she runs, only making her blush further.

She heard whistles and shouts as she made her way across the gym, trying not to notice them.

"Wow!"

"Holy crap!"

"Awesome!"

Even after entering the locker room, she kept her hands securely over her breasts, not stopping until she was back at her locker. I can't believe this is happening! she thought to herself, That's it I'm getting the heck out of here!

On her third try, Isabel managed with a trembling hand to get her locker open and rummaged around in her bag for her plain white t-shirt. She quickly tossed it on and pulled it over her breasts, grateful for some cover. Then, as she reached down to pull up her shorts slightly, she noticed the drawstring was starting to come loose. She untied it, and was about to retighten it when she heard a voice.

"Nice show out there." mentioned another woman entering the locker room as she walked past.

Isabel just blushed again, too embarrassed to say anything and covered her face with her hands again. After a few seconds, she regained her composure and closed her locker. She grabbed her bag with her sweatshirt in it and headed out into the gym again. This time, however, plenty of people noticed her exit and had their eyes fixed on her. Instantly subconscious about just wearing a shirt over her breasts, Isabel crossed her arms over her chest as she walked.

She was about to head for the exit when she heard someone shout, "Hey! Hey don't you want you bra?!"

Isabel froze in place, the embarrassment quickly returning in full ****. She slowly turned to look at a young, good looking guy who was standing by the machine where she had lost her bra. She was already dying of embarrassment, but Isabel really did like that bra. After a moment she put her head down and made her way over to the guy. She still had the attention of most of the gym watching her as her unsecured shorts began to slightly droop down her hips. Her thong made its way out over her butt again.

The guy was blatantly staring at her breasts as she approached. Isabel grimaced knowing he had probably gotten an excellent view of them before. When she looked at the machine she noticed the bra wasn't attached to the bar anymore. "D-do you have it?" she meekly asked the guy in front of her.

"Do I have...?" he said, playing dumb.

"My sports bra." Isabel said, not believing what she was actually asking.

"Oh yeah, I figured that was yours." he teased, "One of the gym workers picked it up after you went running off to the locker room."

Isabel's face somehow got even hotter as she brought herself to say "Thanks."

She was about to walk away when he said, "Whoa hey hang on. I saw him take it off over this way." gesturing to the other side of the gym. "Follow me." he stated. Isabel paused for a moment before deciding to follow him, still desperately hoping to get her bra back. "I'm Jake, by the way." the guy said, extending a hand.

"O-oh. I'm Isabel." she replied, extending an arm to shake his hand before quickly returning it to being crossed in front of her chest.

As she walks along with Jake, he notices that Isabel's shorts are dropping lower and lower.