Not So Cold After All

A pair of blue eyes pierced you, but was betrayed the same coy smile Ellen gave you when she saw you at the lunch table.

"I just wanted to say I'm so sorry, dude. I know that gave you a major scare." Ellen laughed, before looking down. Her mouth dropped, left agape by the fact that you were entirely pantsless. Blushing, you covered your front, before Ellen walked into the closet and closed the door behind her.

"I really didn't think that it would have eaten away at your clothing like this!"

"Yeah, tell me about it. Now I'm stuck in here looking for pants. I might just stay here until the bell rings."

"Another hour and a half? You're crazy? Let me help you." Ellen immediately started looking along the upper shelves, her height making it easy for her to browse the ones that reached up towards the ceiling.

"Thanks Ellen, but I barely have any clothes on, it's kind of embarrassing, you know?"

"Is that what you're worried about?" Without missing a beat, Ellen removed her blouse and skirt, just leaving her bra and underwear on, holding on for dear life.

"Better?" She chuckled, continuing to look for any sort of clothing for you.

"Y-yeah." Flustered, you looked towards a cabinet that went all the way to the top of the storage closet.

"Ellen, I think there might be something in here. Do you want to check the upper parts while I look down here?"

She stopped, smiled, almost mischeviously to herself, before turning towards you. "Sure, Doug. I think I can reach up to the top."

You both made your way through the cabinet, which, surprisingly, stretched back pretty far. Not finding anything at eye-level, you slowly made your way down on your knees looking through each section; various science debris and beakers - no clothing. Frantically looking through each cupboard, you finally ended up at the bottom one. Crossing your fingers, you had hoped it would net anything, at this point, you were willing to wear an undersized pair of sweats just to save the embarrassment of not having any clothing on. Flinging open the drawer, you found...

Nothing.

"Ellen, nothing's down here." You turned around, only to be greeted by Ellen's crotch in your face. Her underwear hugged her curves tightly, and you finally got to see the massive bulge in her pants that was concealed by her skirt. Luckily, she was otherwise distracted, on her toes peering at the top of the cabinet.

"Doug, I think I can see a- Oh shit!"

Losing her footing, Ellen tumbled forward into your face, her bulge falling against your lips. She immediately scrambled off of you, red-faced. "I'm so sorry, I thought I saw a pair of bottoms up there!" She looked down at herself, and then you, covering her face in embarrassment. You looked up at her, quizzically, before identifying the source of her discomfort; her cock had begun rising, angrily straining against the fabric of her CK underwear. Even semi-hard, it dwarfed most of the dicks that you'd seen thus far; a scary thought, but not entirely unsurprising given the size of Ellen.

"Herregud! I'm sorry Doug, it has a mind of its own. Let me see if I can't get you some sweatpants from up top." She carefully went on her tiptoes, making sure to avoid smashing into your face again. From the side, you could still see that her dick was still fighting a winning battle against her underwear; every second, it seemed as if it raised to life further. The opacity of her pants concealed it, almost drawing you in to see what it looked like.

"Got em!" She returned down to look at you, triumphantly holding a pair of very undersized sweatpants. Looks like you got your wish after all. On your knees, you were looking up at her, still taking in the fact that she just fell on you. She looked at you, perplexed.

"Why are you still down there? I have some sweatpants!" As if a lightbulb went off, she smiled that same mischevious grin that you saw earlier.

"Or do you want to see what's behind this?" She slowly ran her thumb up and down the fabric of her thong, before running it along her semi-hard cock. Your heart raced. It's as if your whole body was being pulled towards her. Looking up at her, submissively, all you could manage out was a meek, "y-yes."

Ellen laughed. "Ah, c'mon Doug! I thought you didn't look at me that way! Turns out you're just like the guys in the cafeteria. Just kidding. Lucky for you I think you're cute."

Ellen pulled her underwear to the side, letting her tan cock flop out. It was veiny, and the foreskin wrapped around the head of her cock, almost invitingly. A thick tuft of blonde pubic hair rested at the base, giving way to her massive balls, which swung out as she pulled it aside. Even soft, it was at least 9". Laughing, she put the sweatpants on a high shelf, unreachable by you.

"So, since you're so obssessed, I have a deal for you. If you let me fuck your throat, I'll give you your sweatpants."