Store Room

"Aaand done! Whew! Would have been nice to have some help but screw me, right? Anthony can handle those boxes all by himself, right Anthony?" the young man said sarcastically as he plopped down onto the store room bench.

"It would be a really big help so if you did, I'd owe you a huge favor!" Anthony recalled Renee saying.

"Yeah, I'd love for her to do me a favor or two. Hehe. I don't know how I let her convince me to do this. How are cameras and books this heavy? She's lucky she's bad as hell." Anthony sighed as he laid back onto the bench, sweaty and drained. "Huge favor, my ass." he muttered before falling asleep for who knows how long.

He dreamed of lunch time conversations interrupted by an indoor typhoon stripping a certain redhead, causing a massive uproar completely unrelated to the sudden storm. But somehow, Anthony was roused from his peaceful slumber by a clanking door and rustling that seemed to be right next to him. As he opened his eyes in a groggy stupor, he was greeted by the sight of two pale cheeks; two twin peaks. The cascading fabric and darkness around his face clued him in that he was directly underneath a girl's skirt. "Gyat!" he instinctively exclaimed under his breath. This sudden noise made the girl perk up and look behind her while holding the back of her skirt as if she only now realized the exhibition she was giving. All she saw was Anthony still fast asleep with a relaxed face. She sighed in relief and went back to searching through the drawer in front of the bench.

"I know I left it here but why'd someone have to go and move it? I already lose enough things on my own!" the poor girl cried.

"Wait, I know that voice. Isn't that Tina?" Anthony thought to himself. "What's she looking for? Scratch that, who cares? Where are her panties!?" Anthony stirred in his own mind. This burning question consumed his thoughts and left him in an aroused state that made it impossible for him to calm down. At this rate, Tina will surely discover that he's awake and label him a pervert. But is he really the pervert for looking when she's the one flashing him? And who goes around in a short skirt with no panties? What is going on here!? All these thoughts race through Anthony's mind as Tina continues her search, blissfully unaware of the young man's predicament. Tina was fiddling with the tricky handle on the top drawer. She wasn't tall enough to see what was in it but she could just barely reach her hand into it and feel around. This left Tina scrambling for a good long while on her tippy toes, looking for something she'll never find. Meanwhile, Anthony laid motionless, fearfully peeking with one eye barely open, taking in a breathtaking scene. Tina's wider, perhaps chubby, build meant her thighs were massive. And her bottom was plump and juicy to match. Her girthy thighs made seeing her lady bits nigh impossible, even from this unholy vantage point. However, being on her toes left Tina off balance. Inevitably, the klutzy girl swayed and wobbled on one leg as her fervent search continued, using the drawer as support to stop her from falling. One could almost mistake her for a ballerina as she hoisted one bent leg behind her as a counter balance.

Anthony couldn't believe his eyes as he looked on in sheer awe. Her flowing skirt that provided both shade and cover for his peeping eyes from Tina's gaze acted as a canvas for her womanly assets. Her smooth skin, coated in a thin layer of sweat, glistened beneath the skirt. From here, Anthony could clearly see Tina's puffy tulips, free of any hair to speak of. Her pussy was flush, along with her tushy. The bright red of her slit was enchanting, impossible to look away. Anthony might have even forgot to breathe how hard he was staring. Right above it was her cute butthole, which are not two words that often go together but Anthony couldn't think of a better word to describe it. Her pink balloon knot seemed to wink at him. At this point, if Tina told him to kiss her ass, he would take it literally. As he admired the glorious sight before him, Anthony couldn't help but imagine what her naughty bits would look like being played with, let alone pleasuring her himself. Rubbing her fat pussy, licking her holes, putting "things" deep inside her muff. Anthony's imagination and manly urges ran wild as an incredible sight laid before him. His pants stiffened, his body tightened and he gulped in anticipation. Not for what Tina was about to do but for what he might if he can't control himself. But, as if on cue, Tina made a move.

"I guess it's not there." Tina said dejectedly as she lowered her legs and closed the drawer. Anthony's view reverted to a more tame, albeit still glorious sight to behold. Her pillowy rump alone was not enough to maintain his heightened arousal. He closed his eyes and began to calm himself. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of shame for almost losing control in that moment. Tina was such a sweetheart. He wouldn't want to hurt even a strand of hair on her head. Perhaps he could just go back to sleep until she leaves and pretend he never saw anything. Although, he was curious where all this sudden clarity came from. After a few more minutes of vigorous searching, Tina began to get agitated. "Come on..." she pleaded as she finished searching the third drawer. The fourth drawer was about level with her upper thighs so she had to slouch a bit to rummage through its contents. So irritated, Tina didn't even bother pressing her skirt against her thighs, whether for modesty or to not disturb the sleeping guy behind her. Her skirt bunched up across Anthony's chest as she squatted down to reach the drawer. If Anthony was fast asleep before, this bold display would have almost certainly woken him up.

Anthony was now completely shrouded by Tina's skirt and face to face with her most private area. From the outside, the skirt is opaque. But from underneath, the skirt fabric seemed to become translucent. Although it was dark, Tina's plump vulva, slit and chocolate starfish were all very visible and highly detailed. Anthony could easily see the tiniest hairs on her mound and thighs. The temptation Anthony felt was unimaginable. A bead of sweat rolled along her labia and fell onto Anthony's face, as if to taunt him. Anthony slowed down his breathing because even his exhales could be felt from this distance. At this point, he considered pressing his lips against hers and claiming he woke up at a bad time but even if he got away with it, he wouldn't be able to live with himself. Anthony settled for burning this gift from god into his retinas and using it for "inspiration" later. Tina's nude crotch dangled above his face for what felt like eons but was probably mere moments.

"Sigh...last one." Tina said defeated. By now, these pitiful remarks have touched Anthony and made him want to help but Tina ends up essentially forcing him. As Tina gets low to meet the fifth and final drawer near the floor, her skirt gets caught on Anthony's face, nearly choking him. This unaware act of cruelty occurred while Tina squatted with absolutely nothing hiding her pale white booty from the outside world. If the drawers had eyes, they would be staring directly at Tina's hairless coochie. Anthony continued to struggle. He had to make a choice fast.