Yes, and Astrid has to make the same choice.

"Ffffffine," you say after a minute, swallowing the protests you desperately want to make, "gimme a second." Taking a deep breath, you glance down past your legs, and Astrid rolls her eyes, tilting her head down to stare at the wall. Slowly, you hook your right thumb into your waistband, pulling it away from your body as you slowly ease yourself up the ladder. Doing the same to the other side, you let it fall down to just above your penis, before slowly climbing up the ladder, sliding out of the stuck shorts, your hard dick bouncing as it slowly cleared the waistband, and you let out a small gasp.

"You okay, Sam?" Isabella says. You're halfway out of the hole at this point, eyes still adjusting to the dim surroundings, but you can see Isabella staring at you with a cocked eyebrow. Staring at her long legs, you feel a twitch in your newly-bared cock, and you have to take a second to compose yourself once more.

"Yeah, just, uh, turn around for a second," you say, and Isabella complies, though with a shimmy in her hips that remind you of just how little the two of you are wearing, and by the time you clear the ladder, you're hunched over with both hands over your crotch, having trouble hiding your painfully rigid member.

"Okay," you start, and Isabella turns back around, eyes twinkling as she looks you over, before quickly returning to the ladder. "Astrid, hurry and get up here." In a second you hear the sounds of the creaky ladder being climbed, and a muffled 'gross' as Astrid passes your stuck briefs. As her head clears the hole, Astrid suddenly freezes, and mutters a swear as she looks down.

"Don't tell me..."

"Yeah," she says, "my shirt got stuck. Hang on, I'm going to go back down to fix it."

"Feel like grabbing our stuff while you're down there?" Isabella asks, half-serious.

"Yeah," you say, "we didn't get to stop for our snags, hurry it up!"

"That's not my fault!" Astrid says, "Calm down and let me-- oh shit!" With a metallic popping sound, Astrid suddenly lurches down, her head just lower than the top of the ladder, her hand shooting up to grab the rim of the trap door.

"Astrid!"

"I'm fine! The rung just popped, and..." Astrid trails off as the popping sound repeats, again and again, getting louder, and Astrid's eyes widen as she hurriedly starts tearing at her stuck shirt.

"What's happening?" Isabella whispers hurriedly.

"I-I think the ladder's falling apart," you say, "Astrid, forget the shirt and get out here!"

"Just hold on!" Astrid shouts, "I almost got it!" A few more grunts of exertion are followed by a short yelp, as rungs go all at once, making a sound like metallic popcorn, and Astrid slips again, Isabella quickly grabbing her hand.

"We need to help her!" Isabella shouts at you, her breasts uncovered as she desperately holds onto her friends arm. You hesitate just a second before joining her, exposing your cock as you go to grab Astrid's other hand.

"Th-There's something grabbing at me!" Astrid shouts, flailing her legs. With a simultaneous tug, you and Isabella pull Astrid clear of the hatch, with a loud sound of tearing fabric, before the clanging of a metal door shuts over the ladder's tunnel, ringing in your ears as the three of you fall back into a heap. For a second, the three of you lie in a near naked pile on the ground, Astrid's face buried in Isabella's chest, Isabella's leg bumping up against your half-flaccid penis, and as you look down to adjust yourself, you see the damage-- Astrid's back is bare aside from her bra straps, shirt and panties gone, giving you and unimpeded view of her muscular bubble butt.

The two girls are still dazed-- in all honesty, so are you. You'll probably be just as embarrassed as before in a moment, but while the three of you are catching your breath, your mind wanders just far enough to take a look around at the sort of room you're all in now.