He yanks the panties free, of the railing and her body

Ryan tugged carefully at the fabric where it had caught, but the thin cotton only stretched tighter. He tried shifting the angle, slipping a finger between the railing and the seam, but the stubborn snag refused to let go.

“This isn’t working,” he muttered, leaning back with a frustrated sigh. “It’s really wedged in there.”

Isabel’s face burned. The thought of being trapped like this, half-naked in front of Ryan, was too much to bear. She hugged her arms tighter over her bra, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. “Then… then just rip it out,” she whispered.

Ryan blinked at her. “Rip it?”

“Yes,” Isabel said, though her voice shook. “Yank it off the railing. I’d rather deal with a little hole than be stuck here forever.”

Ryan hesitated, glancing at her exposed body, then back to the fabric. “You’re sure?”

Her heart thudded so hard she thought he could hear it. “Just do it,” she said quickly, **** to end the ordeal.

He gave her a slow nod. “Alright. I’ll count you down. Three… two…”

She braced herself, clenching her teeth, praying this would be quick and merciful.

“One.”

Ryan gave a hard pull.

The fabric shrieked as it tore apart. Isabel gasped in horror as the cotton snapped completely free of her body, ripped into two dangling pieces in Ryan’s hands.

Her panties were gone.

The cold stairwell air touched her most intimate skin, rushing over her now-bare hips and between her legs. Isabel’s breath hitched, her knees buckling slightly as the reality sank in. She stood bottomless, stripped in front of her rival, with nothing left to hide behind except her trembling hands and the thin bra barely covering her chest.

Panic consumed her. She dropped her arms from her chest and clamped both hands between her legs, pressing hard to cover herself. The movement left her breasts straining against the thin bra, her nipples stiff from the chill air, but she couldn’t think about that now. All that mattered was shielding the place where she felt most exposed.

Her eyes darted to Ryan. He was frozen, holding the scraps of her underwear like evidence, his wide eyes glued helplessly to her. His gaze traced the curve of her thighs, the tautness of her stomach, the swell of her breasts trembling against her bra. He wanted to look away, she could see the guilt and panic flashing across his face, but his eyes refused to obey. It was a trainwreck he couldn’t stop watching.

Humiliation crawled over her skin like fire. She spun around, **** to take herself out of his sight, only to realize the nightmare she had created for herself: in turning her back, she had bared her ass completely. Her hands still covered her front, but now her round, naked backside was on display, unobstructed, inches away from his line of vision.

Ryan’s breath caught. His eyes widened, then darted downward against his will. Isabel didn’t need to see his face to know, he was staring at her, soaking in her exposed skin. At her bare ass, the secret part of herself she had never meant for anyone in this building to see.

“Oh god,” Isabel whispered, her voice cracking. Her stomach twisted. No matter what angle she chose, some part of her body was visible to him. Either her hairy pussy, shielded only by her trembling palms, or the soft curve of her bare ass and thighs. There was no winning. No dignity left to salvage.

Then, suddenly, the sharp echo of voices cut through the stairwell.

Both of them froze.

The sound bounced off the concrete walls, making it impossible to tell where it came from. The voices were distant but drawing nearer, muffled laughter, the low murmur of conversation. Isabel’s blood ran cold. Were they coming from above? From below? Either direction meant discovery was only moments away.

Ryan slowly set the torn scraps of her panties down on the railing, his expression tense. Isabel’s whole body trembled as she tried to pull herself smaller, every inch of her skin alive with panic. If anyone walked through those doors, she would be seen.

They didn’t move, caught in the unbearable silence, waiting to learn if the stairwell would become her final humiliation.