Her eyes clench, but slowly open as she finds herself seemingly floating in mid air. She takes in the reality of her situation. The vest has been caught by a sharp edge sticking out of the ledge, dangling the completely exposed nude woman by her outstretched arms like a hunk of meat. As the wind rotates her body, her downstairs neighbor may or may not be getting quite the view of her ass if they're lucky enough to have been staring out the window at their usual view of the wall of the adjacent building.
Anna's had enough. She doesn't care that she can see yet more people on the sidewalk staring up at her, cracking their jokes, probably filming her. She heaves herself to turn to face the wall and grabs hold of the ledge. She pulls up as hard as she can. She throws a leg up on the ledge, giving a great view to anyone who might be watching from the sidewalk. Luck finally siding with Anna, she finds her tits colliding with the familiar floor of her pristine and barren apartment.
Anna allows herself a moment of rest as she lay spread eagle on her chest, asscheeks pointed to the sky.
"WOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Anna looks out her window to see Phil folding up the discarded blanket. She apologizes profusely for the shredded up vest and attempts to pay him back for it, not even considering the unobstructed view of her bouncing tits she is giving to Phil and anyone in the area of her open window as she does so. He refuses and wishes her a good night, getting back in his car and driving off to save another naked girl in need. Anna now turns to take on her next task: finding her god damn clothing boxes.
Many hours later, Anna sits nude and sweaty in the middle of her seemingly war-torn new home. Empty boxes carelessly tossed in every corner. All of her belongings scattered about the floor, all of which except of course; her clothes. Not a single stitch of clothing seems to have made the trip with her. Maybe if her aforementioned dickhead friends had given her a hand, she wouldn't have been so scatterbrained and left behind such precious cargo.
Sweaty asscheeks pressed against her floor, Anna stares off into the distance.
"I need another shower."
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