Not enough to be done yet

You gawk in awe at your principal whose outfit was now reduced to pantyhose leggings and a bra, not hardly doing the job of retaining her breasts’ size, and only through miracle covering an adequate amount of skin. Where you had thought your teacher had put her bra, you saw Sasha’s pantyhose garter, not even letting you pretend it might’ve been the panties she wasn’t wearing. “I can’t get her leggings off with her sitting in them. Help me out.” Gloria said coolly. You were about to argue that it was inappropriate for you to be looking at, let alone touching, your principal in her state. Before you could, Sasha let out a groan, forcing you to instinctively do what you’re told, crouching down and helping lift Sasha’s leg as Gloria eases it.

“Don’t stress. Just grab beneath her butt. And stabilize with your hand on her side.” You do what you’re told and slide your right hand under her soft, round butt and the other on her left side, just beneath her boob. At your first lift, you tilt her away from you and allow Gloria to pick at the top of her stocking until she has grasped it and can pull it off. Smoothly, she slides the tight, transparent material off her boss and you set the one side down.

You keep your right hand under her seat, but shift your left to her other side. Again, you begin to lift her up, her right side now rising slowly, your left hand trying not to slip on your combined sweats. Before Gloria can get hold of the second stocking, your left hand slips up her midsection and her butt lands back on the ground, forcing your hand down underneath it. More importantly, your supporting hand is stuck between her bra and a warm place. You note that you somehow managed to get your hand stuck on your principal’s naked breast, trying to prevent your second brain from reacting. Gloria interrupts your focus. “Lift her back up. The longer she’s in these suffocation devices, the worse.”

You don’t want to draw attention to your predicament nor disobey your teacher and so try to muster up whatever will you have to not feel through your fingers, caught between her large chest and the unsurprisingly taught bra holding it up. You tilt her toward you and let Gloria grab the last of her leg coverings and pull it off. You set Sasha back down and grab her right bra cup so you may get your hand out. Just before you do, you restore all the feeling you redirected in your hand, the soft squish, the round nipple, the pulse that echoed through her breasts. You snapped out of it and ripped your hand back you your own body, her bra lowering a bit and her left strap falling down on her arm. You scooch back to where you were sitting previously. “You worry?” Gloria asked, seemingly blind to where your hands were.

“Huh?”

“You hurried right back to where you were. Perhaps the bare state of your admin is stressing you.” Finally, she says something that makes sense to you. “Know that we mean only to make things easier. With the heat firstly getting to us….”

“Isn’t it hot enough in here? I don’t need two nu—” You pause mid sentence, mid word.

“Are you overheated? You may want to join in stripping down.” Where Gloria’s hand was initially reaching for the last of her own clothing, it suddenly drew to you. You instinctively shuffled a couple inches farther back, Gloria still extending her arm out. She puts her other hand on the floor between you, leaning forward. You only went that couple of inches, tired enough not to do much more, but still defensively put your hand to block her from your last cover.