How To Get Through To A Naked Lady

Chris Clyde did his best to keep up with the totally nude redhead as her long lithe legs carried her across the hanger. He couldn't see her face, but it had been almost as red. Her bare feet slapped the hangar floor in a cute way, but loud enough to alert plenty to her arrival as she passed by, doing her best not to pay attention. But of course there were many distractions, as a beautiful undressed woman was naturally going to invite. "Hell yeah Romanoff! Finally decided to let it all breathe!" A few workers were whistling. "Look at those babies bounce! I knew you didn't wear a bra under that thing!" "....fucking naked, this is the best day of my life, Natasha Ro-" "The Black Widow? More like Nude Widow! You need some new branding!" She just kept going, and Chris Clyde couldn't help but have a front row seat to her pale, pretty jiggling rear end. "Um, Romanoff....Rom- not to question your judgment, but are you sure this is the best idea....-strategically, I mean. It's a crowded place.-" Chris sighed. She wasn't listening. He didn't know if he could fend off every advance in the damn facility as she paraded over to the labs. If only she wasn't trying to be so tough. But then he remembered the adorable moment when she had squealed, wrapping her arms around her breasts, then darting one hand below to cover her pussy. She was scared, and this was a reaction to that fear. He just hoped she didn't do anything stupid. Guess it's time to play hero to the hero, he mused in his head almost hysterically. When did his day turn into being in charge of escorting a naked woman through a testosterone fueled hangar, through the offices, into the labs to....to what? What did they even know about any of this. More catcalls. "You should wear that one more often, maybe for your super friends!" Chris could have closed his eyes and waited for her to snap, but he didn't. In fact, she was probably the most dangerous one in the room by a long shot, regardless of her nudity.

He had to get through to her first. "Romanoff! Listen to me? Ok, fine! I'll just spend the rest of our walk ogling that fine ass of yours, don't worry about me."