Not forcibly

You move your hand over your crotch even more in anticipation. Unexpected, though, her hand shoots past your vulnerability and up to your forehead. You feel a slight warmth coming from it, but chalk it down to your own heat being put into it. You note her right arm supporting her between you, her left coming down from your forehead to your cheek. You notice more as your eyes drag down to her chest, gravity only helping them.

You try to see through the cleavage, admittedly still unable to through the compact design of her bra. Her legs, however, hide little. Her panties are nearly invisible, the way her legs are positioned, Princess Leia style. You slowly travel your eye back up into hers, seemingly looking adrift from yours, at your likely reddened face. Not only had you been suffering from this heat, but you’d also found yourself in the company of your superiors in no more than a risqué swimsuit would cover.

Her eyes met yours soon after you’d finished ogling her figure. You both stared at each other a moment, trying to memorize the other’s pupils. Her hand went from backhanded on your left cheek to palmed on your right. You sat there paralyzed, but racing in mind and heartbeat. “Mm.” Whatever emotion you were imagining on her face suddenly disappeared. “You’re not gonna get better in those clothes.” Her hand felt your shoulder closest to the window. You were glad your shoulders weren’t coated in blackheads like you’d surely been as a freshman and sophomore. Her hand now singed you, but also felt cold. “I’m not sure about you getting better without them, but I’m certain of the first.”

“I guess I’d be missing out if I weren’t showing something.” You said. You flicked your eyes at Sasha who showed some amount of lasting energy by slightly moving her leg to block her exposed pussy. Gloria doubled a glance at herself, checking that she wasn’t showing anything. Finding nothing out of place, she returned to her spot and brushed a white lock of hair from her face.

“Suppose that goes for us both.” Gloria replied. “Sasha, do— do you need a hand? Sasha?” She looked over and found Sasha still taking heavy breaths, as if trying to pop open her bra with a chest exercise.

“Guhhh…” Sasha groaned, putting her right hand in a weak fist and pushing its lower palm against her thigh, trying to regain strength. She turned limp again, the heaviness of her breathing easing a bit.

“Sam, can— would you… deal with her, help her while I figure out how much strength I really have?” Gloria tucks two fingers into her left bra cup, giving you a narrow slit’s view at her chest’s clear skin.

“Sure.” You crawl over to Sasha. You’re about to touch her face to see whether she’s still conscious, but refuse the opportunity and opt to deal with business straight. You grab the center of her bra, your index fingers reaching through the space between her tits to navigate the clasp. Admittedly, you felt you knew how it worked, but you wanted to be sure.

You weren’t too concerned with accidentally making contact with her boobs. She wasn’t going to feel it, or know what she did feel. And you’d also be seeing them in whole anyways. You get a feel for the clasp and unsnap the center, pulling the two cups apart. You watch the already inflated breasts bounce free, not much less compressed, due to them putting **** on the bra over the duration of this situation, but still large and now free. Her nipples, still soft in her unawareness and the heat, stare out at you. You pull the bra out from behind her and toss it aside.

You break your gaze, the fluster not leaving you and the feeling you had Gloria watching you now setting upon you. You check back at her as you stand up, leaning your arm in the wall. You were well aware that your dick was hardening and probably about to rip through your underwear. You just needed to get off the floor you’d been staring at for… however long it’s been. You glance toward Gloria, her panties and bra still on. You notice, however, her eyeing you. You’re certain it isn’t due to your erection. Not curiously or lustfully at least.

“It doesn’t seem like it, to you, I’m sure. But you have no idea how much Jose are suffocating you.” She says, vaguely pointing near your crotch, hear arm limp on the floor.

“Yeah. You can educate me later once I’m out of this goddamn elevator.” You say, tucking your thumbs into your waistband, trying to imagine you’re not surrounded by practically, if not fully, nude women. You hesitate before you tug your briefs downward. They catch on your still eager cock before you push them all the way off. Your willie springs back up, meeting the air stiffly, coming a nice distance from your body. “At least now it’ll be able to breathe. That things been locked up in this heat, with her in front of me. I think now I let it breathe.”

“Suppose we’ve all been breathing in enough of each other’s air. What’s one more among them?” Gloria says, as if she could replicate a normal person’s cynicism at a time like this. You smile briefly, her still donning the blank expression. You sit back down, feeling necessity now with your nudity and all. You position your left leg so that Gloria can’t see it(without a little effort at least) and it’s be open only to Sasha were she to wake back up. You didn’t dare chance yourself with any interaction with your member, but still found yourself intently focused on Sasha’s nude figure. The shape, form, color even. You close your eyes and lay your head on the elevator wall.