Her clothes are gone

She looked around for her clothes, but panic quickly set in when she couldn’t seem to find them. She continued to desperately look around, to no avail.

They were just gone.

Maybe that girl in the other stall grabbed them? That was the most likely scenario.

Then, Futaba saw her saving grace: her phone. It seemed to have fallen out when her clothes were picked up. She quickly grabbed it and immediately called Akira. Just before she realized that she had no way to explain this, he picked up.

“Why are you calling me from the bathroom?” He asked.

“Um...I...I need you to come here.” She said simply.

“To...the bathroom?” He asked in confusion.

“Just, come here!” She urged. She heard him get up, and heard footsteps outside the door.

“Is there anyone inside?” He asked.

“No.” She answered. A moment later, she heard the door open, and the call ended. She stood up on the seat and looked out over the top to see Akira creeping around. He looked up and saw her. By his shocked reaction, she guessed her could tell she wasn’t wearing a shirt.

“I, um...my clothes got stolen.” She explained.

“Wh-what? How-“

“Just, help me! I’ll explain later!” She said. Just then, the two heard voices approaching the restroom. Akira quickly looked around for places to hide as he crept backwards towards the stall. Just before the door opened, Futaba opened the door and pulled him inside.

She locked the door and turned around, her body smashing against his. In reflex, he wrapped his arms around her. They froze like that, and they looked in each other’s eyes. Before either could speak, they heard the door open. They stood there together, waiting as they heard other girls talking to each other like before.

Futaba couldn’t focus on anything except his hands on her bare back. They only had to go a little lower before they were touching her ass. She was also hyper aware of her chest against his. She wondered if his shirt was enough to keep him from being able to feel them.

As they stood there, holding their breath, she suddenly felt something poking against her lower body. She looked up to see Akira’s face red and slightly sweaty. Did he-?

He looked down at her, at their bodies pressed together, and gulped. As Futaba looked into his eyes, she felt his hands twitching. Her heart raced as they continued to look each other in the eyes. Futaba saw it then. There was a silent question in his eyes, and she knew what he was asking. She finally let out the breath she was holding, but still keeping silent, and nodded.

His hands slowly moved downward, sliding over her cheeks, causing her to nearly gasp. He rubbed his hands over her ass, simply feeling it. His hands were warm and surprisingly soft. It took every ounce of restraint she had to not cry out in pleasure. That restraint only became harder when he gave one of the cheeks a gentle squeeze. She put her head against his chest as she bit her lip, holding back the moan she wanted to let out.

Seeing that as an okay, he squeezed both of them, slightly rougher. It felt so god damn good. He moved them around, spreading them and letting them move back together, before squeezing them again.

Finally, they heard the girls leave, and Akira finally pulled away from her. She stood back on shaky legs, feeling the ghostly imprint of his hands on her ass. She looked down and confirmed that what she had felt before was most definitely a boner he had.

“I-I’m sorry.” He said, not looking her in the eyes. “I...couldn’t restrain myself.”

“W-w...” Futaba could barely speak, unable to get the feeling of his hands out of her mind. She wasn’t even bothering to cover herself at this point. “W-we can talk about it later...f-for now, we need to get me out of here.”

“R-right.” He said, and exited the stall, looking around. “How do we do that...?”