Honest to a Fault; Elevator Ride

“I-I fuck I just fell asleep on the roof during lunch on accident. Then then just woke up in nothing but my socks and shoes, for fuck sake. What did I do to deserve this?! Now after so carefully sneaking around and barely finding something to be decent I now flashed my fucking pussy to the guy I like uuuuuhhhhh” she complained and groaned, completely and utterly venting about her insane situation. Now cradling her blushed face in her hands in defeat.

“...uh ok, wow. I’m sorry to hear that. Do you want some help?” He offered.

Looking back up at him Whitney was taken a bit off guard. “Uh sure”

…

A while later…

The two were sneaking through the main hallway headed towards the stairs for the second floor. Where Mike said he knew of a secret way out without anyone seeing or questioning.

“Ok we’re good” he said after making sure the coast was clear. Prompting Whitney to sheepishly tiptoe behind him. Hands desperately keeping the hem of the dress shirt down.

“Shit! Hide” he suddenly said in a hurried whisper.

Whitney hearing this just froze, making Mike swiftly but firmly grab her arm and direct her to the elevator next to them. Usually reserved for handicapped kids and staff, but Mike was **** to improvise. Luckily it was left on the first floor so it opened immediately.

Mike let Whitney go at the threshold of the door and quickly hit the second floor button. The blushing mess of a blonde stood still in a mix of fear and disbelief of having her hand held by her crush. So much so she didn’t realize the back of her shirt had got caught in the elevator door.

“Whew, that was close, nearly got…” Mike sighed right before he heard.

“Ah!”

*Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!*

In literal seconds Whitney went from mostly covered to basically nude. The shirt strained, then the buttons burst off from bottom to top. Giving Mike the most heavenly view of her gold tan body, accenting her pale white bikini area, bouncing free. The now very aware Whitney couldn't even cover herself with her arms still in the sleeves of the shirt now pinned behind her.

With her crush now staring at her utterly bared body, eyes drawn to her erect nipples topping her mountainous mammeries, then to the neatly shaved triangle pointing towards her aroused pussy. Where everything paused for a moment. Then with a loud tearing noise Whitney's arms were freed and she flew forward into his arms. All his callused guitar plucking fingers sank into the plush flesh of her naked ass. Spreading the pert quivering cheeks. A while her chest squished delightfully against his.

Eyes locked as the elevator whirred bringing them up to the second floor. Her pretty face quickly turned a crimson red as the reality of what just happened sunk in.

“Ahhhh!” She screamed pushing off the boy.

Who hurriedly apologized while turning away. The blonde herself turned to try and get the cover she’d so suddenly lost, finding one torn open sleeve sticking out the crack of the door. Her mind muddled with embarrassment and desperation she tried to grab and yank it free.

The sound of her struggles bringing Mike’s curious eyes back to the blushing blonde. Eyes bulging at the sight of her untanned cheeks bouncing and wobbling. Back arched and ass out straight towards him.

*Dink!*

The less than twenty second elevator ride ended in spectacular fashion as the door suddenly let the bit of white cloth go, letting the bouncy blonde win the game of tug-o-war, sending her flying back into the bewildered boy yet again. Her caked up behind smashing right into his crotch.

“Do not cum here Mike! Dont look like a huge virgin loser who’ll loose his load be-because a hot n-naked gi-girl HUGE ass is… nope don’t think about it…ugh” the painfully aroused boy said to himself in his head while his lower half enjoyed the euphoria of the doubly bubbly booty grinding against it.

“Ahem, stop and calm down for a fucking second Whit!” He ordered in a husky tone, holding back a moan of arousal, as he firmly grabbed her shoulder.

The flighty naked girl eeped in surprise, but did as she was told. Freezing still her spine shivered. She heard a deep breath, before clothes shifting.

“Huh? Is he undressing? Is-is he going to fuck me?! HERE?!” And just like that the reality that the elevator door was still wide open hit her like a truck. Along with the warm fuzzy feeling coursing through her erogenous zones, especially her now sopping wet crotch.

*Swoosh*

And as quickly as the idea entered her head she felt a clump of fabric roll over her head, then down her body. Looking down at herself she recognized the sleeveless hoodie Mike had been wearing. Turning back she saw him in a tight fitting under shirt.

“Better?” He asked with a concerned tone.

Letting out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding Whitney took a second to calm down before answering with a nod “it’s a bit more drafty and… revealing than my last um outfit. But it’s better than nothing.” Once again most if not all of her long athletic legs were on display, she was one wrong stretch or bend from flashing her ass, and now a good amount of side boob was on display. The only improvement was the thick dark material kept her nipples from showing.

“Good. Lets keep going then” Mike said, once again taking the lead.