Dinner and a Show

Sophia's face was mere inches from my exposed rod. Shocked by the weirdness of the predicament, she had **** but to grab me by my toned naked thighs and pull me back with all her might. I was slowly pulled inside...

Until my shirt snagged on the window. My polo shirt still draped over my head, I had no idea what was happening, not until I felt the tug on my shirt and the *RiiIIIP* as it gave way.

My torso was now completely naked as I struggled to stand up. I had been stripped completely and utterly nude from my ankles to my neck. Every person in the place drank in the sublime form of my physique, and the tingling humiliation of my accidental exposure.

At last, I handed over the coffee to Sophia, and attempted to flee the Dip'n Donuts. My flesh trembled and danced with my mincing steps, my ankles still tangled in my pants.