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Flushing, Gwen tried to focus on nothing beyond the rhythm of her web-swinging. It was hard when every part of her mind was panicking at the fact she could feel the wind rushing past every inch of her body.

One arm out in front of her, a twitch of her wrist to send webbing shooting out until it stuck on the top of a building. Then she swung, bare feet kicking against the empty air, trying to forget the distinct feeling of jiggling as her body arced through the air. Then release as she threw her other bare arm out, all the while wishing she could use her arms to at least try and protect her modesty.

Instead the Spider-woman swung on through the maze of skyscrapers. She blushed beet-red beneath her mask, glad that she at least had that, staring only where she was swinging and at the spots she fired webbing at.

Maybe if she didn't stare too closely at the windows she could convince herself no one was looking out and seeing her like this.

God, if she lost her mask then the only way to protect her identity would be to run through the street. That might be even more mortifying than this. Just about. It was close though.

She rounded a corner, firing a web at the edge of the building and letting her momentum carry her around.

Ok, she knew this part of the city. Either take a detour around that building, or try to get up enough velocity to go over... It was shorter than most of the skyscrapers in this area of the city, but it had two blocks atop it forming a kind of U shape that reached up higher. Going around would be her normal approach when she wasn't in a rush but, well, this was definitely a rush.

She threw both arms forwards, a strand of web fastening to each of the higher blocks. Calling on all her enhanced strength she pulled, catapulting herself up higher into the sky.

Any other time and she'd have relished the rush. Now, though, she was stark naked and spiralling through the air, glancing at windows either side of her and watching the businessmen staring wide-eyed at her front, and then her back, and then her front as she kept twirling.

Gwen whimpered, hyperaware of the fact that they'd still be easily able to see her ass as she resumed her normal swinging.

Just focus on her goal. It wasn't that far, it wasn't...

Shit. Her eyes widened as she remembered that her apartment wasn't exactly in a skyscraper; she'd need to get much lower to the ground to get close. Gwen whimpered, mentally rehearsing a route to get as far as she could via the taller buildings.

Eventually though her altitude diminished. Cheeks burning, Gwen heard the sudden, shocked (and sometimes appreciative) voices as the crowd on the street below caught sight of the city's nude heroine swinging overhead.

At least she could try to press her legs together. She flushed; it wasn't ideal for swinging, but it made this feel less lewd. As if there was anything short of getting dressed that would make this anything other than humiliating.

It wasn't far, she told herself. She threw her arm out again, swinging, yelping at how close she got to the ground.

"Nice one Spider-woman!"

She blushed, and whimpered again as the crowd ahead of her turned at the commotion.

"Love the new costume!"

Gwen squeaked. Ok, she just needed to get onto the rooftop there, and...

"Super boobs!"

Still flushing beneath her mask, Gwen swung again. Ok, one good arc should do it... She threw a strand of web ahead of herself, hitting a more distant wall, and pulled hard to give her what momentum she could. A good swing and she could leap up to-

"Ah!" she yelped, a bare foot briefly brushing the sidewalk and suddenly sticking. Her eyes widened; no, no, it was meant to just be her hands, had her loss of control spread?! Terrible time for it if so.

A few passers-by suddenly stopped, starting to stare. Oh god, no, no... Gwen whimpered, web-line released as she tried to at least jump. Nothing.

Blushing all the more, she shot two webs out again, using them for even more leverage. In a panicked moment she grabbed them with her hand, pulling with more **** to try and lift herself up; the concrete resisted.

She whimpered. There was no brute-forcing her way off the ground, she was strong but not enough to tear concrete, especially not at this angle. And- ah! Her hands were stuck to the webbing she'd just shot out, both arms stretching out ahead and over her head, uselessly trying to catapult herself back into the air.

Gwen yelped, squirming, stuck on the spot as a breeze brushed past her toned, bare ass.

There was no way strength would get her feet to stop sticking to the ground. That just left relaxing, though that hadn't worked well before. And either way it was very, very hard to relax when she was in the middle of the street with absolutely everything out!

She squeaked, well aware that her squirming only seemed to make certain parts of her body get even more attention.