Lend Michelle A Shirt

"Thanks," mumbles Michelle, accepting the shirt from me with one hand, clinging to the towel with the other. "Let me just... how do I..."

She fumbles with the shirt, trying to figure out how to get it on without revealing herself. Unfortunately, it's a two-hand job. It's not long before she makes a fatal mistake. One arm in a sleeve, head inside the shirt, she lets go of the towel to try and pull it down.

The towel begins to slip.

Michelle realises her mistake, grabs for it, but far too late. The towel slips between her fingers. And falls to the ground.

"Eek!"

She pulls the shirt down as quickly as she can, her blushing face emerging from the top as she holds it down over her thighs and spins wildly from side to side, trying to figure out who saw her. A few pedestrians, ambling down the street. They probably got a glimpse of her ass. And me, of course. Her nipples, stiff and strong, a little too big for her tiny breasts. The black landing strip between her legs. I've seen everything.

"Um," she says, her face incredibly red. "Sorry about that."