Kjerstin pursues her goods

Glancing between the bathroom and bedroom windows - both open - Kjerstin decided to pursue the lost items before she lost her nerve. She might have sunbathed in the nude and had a few adventures, but she wasn't accustomed to wandering around without clothes. Especially not in a big city like this.

Gulping and taking a good grip on her toiletry bag she went to the ladder leading down, stepping daintily, feeling the flaked paint coming off as she touched it. She grimaced as she saw how her dive across the metal fire escape had left her front streaked with dirt and took the steps slowly.

Careful as she was Kjerstin still lost her grip several rungs from the next level, dropping her bag as she flailed for the ladder. Her breasts thumped against each rung as she fell, her undersides being slapped and painted by the long-accumulated filth. Her feet smacked into the grating and she fell back against the railing, her behind cushioning her and her hands gripping the ladder. her bum split around a portion of the rail, the old metal snuggling between the girl's athletic yet shapely buttocks.

"I will need another shower after this," she grimaced, if only to distract herself. A cry escaped her as she saw that her bag had popped open, yet more of the items she'd brought from home spilled out across the fire escape. It was right beside the other ladder leading down and she had no doubt some had fallen below, maybe even down to the street.

Gathering her courage she pushed herself away from the railing, collected her bag, and secured all the items she could find into it before snapping it closed. She opted for a more cautious descent as she set about collecting the rest, hugging the ladder as she descended. It was uncomfortable how her breasts would sit upon a rung and then be pushed upward as she descended, each rung scraping along the lower half of her tits.

"Better to be safe than sorry," she said, dredging an American bit of slang to distract herself.

Level after level she descended, even going a couple more levels after finding the last object, just to be safe. At long last it seemed she had found everything she was going to find and she began her ascent.

Mimicking her descent she hugged the ladder, this time the tops of her breasts being pushed down as the rungs scraped over them. Each one dragged across her nipples like a calloused palm, and although it wasn't arousing she found her nipples soon became erect.

"At last!" she exclaimed, having arrived back at what she thought was the right level. Had she counted right? She'd used English instead of her native language, because practice made prefect. Or was it perfect? Whichever it was she wanted another shower now that she was so filthy.