A Soft Landing

Plastic balls scattered everywhere, bouncing off the mirrors that lined the walls, filling the room with flying colour. For a long moment, nothing else moved.

Then, Emily's head broke the surface of the ballpit. She sat up, sending more balls rolling out of the way. She could see herself in all the mirrors. Her hair was tousled, her loose T-shirt slipping down one shoulder. She looked like she'd had quite a shock.

She climbed to her feet, thigh-deep in the ballpit. The sensation of cool air between her legs alerted her to a nasty new reality.

She'd lost her panties.

They must have gotten caught on the slide. How could she have been so careless? Now she was going to have to explore the rest of the funhouse with nothing on underneath her shirt. She'd have to be extra careful to avoid those air jets, if she didn't want to show off her lady-parts to anyone who might be watching.

Nobody was watching, of course.

Emily hesitated, glancing left and right to make absolutely certain there was nobody else in the room with her, then stepped out of the ballpit and looked at herself in the mirror. She took hold of the hem of her shirt and, slowly, raised it up to her waist.

She wasn't sure why she was doing it. Perhaps just to make sure that her panties were definitely missing. Perhaps to remind herself what she would look like if she wasn't extra, extra careful. Perhaps even to punish herself, just a little, for being silly enough to lose her panties in the funhouse. Regardless, she stood before the mirror with her shirt raised, looking her reflection in the eye, confronting her own blushing, dopey expression. She held her breath for a long time, then let it all out in a rush, dropping her shirt and hastily smoothing it around her hips.

What was she thinking? Standing there like that, exposing herself? What if somebody had walked in? She'd die of shame if anyone saw her posing like that, showing herself off to the mirror like some naughty little...

...well, anyway. There was no time to waste. She had to keep going, if she wanted to get through the whole funhouse on time.

As she walked to the next door, Nathan collapsed back in his chair, his heart pounding in his chest.

He knew he shouldn't have seen what he'd just seen. It wasn't fair at all. Emily had no way of knowing that there was a secret spy room behind the one-way mirror, for peeping at the girls who'd lost their pants on the slide. He should have closed his eyes. Instead of standing there like an idiot, staring blankly at her pussy.

Still, nothing he could do about it now.