Prioritise the Bra

Meryl decided to try and compromise, keeping one hand down by her skirt while supporting her overstuffed bra with the other. She took a tentative step forward, wincing slightly as the cool air rushed up under her skirt and toward her undercarriage, but for the most part her hand was still holding it firm as she held on resolutely to the hem. She took another step forward, but the vent's current of air was unexpectedly strong here, and she could feel her poor bra trembling beneath her fingers as her breasts heaved against it. Meryl had her gaze fixed upon them as they quivered at the very edge of the cups, losing her nerve and hurrying onward to try and clear the vent before—

She lost her footing, in her rush to get to the other side one of her shoes' heels became wedged in one of the gaps in the vent's grating. Meryl exhaled sharply and started struggling with it, the motion causing her breasts to jiggle dangerously in the confines of the bra's cups. Dwight was watching all of this with a look of fascination, as if he were witnessing some wondrous nature documentary about a rare and exotic species. He was already starting to pitch a bit of a tent, and he could feel himself becoming so drunk with lust that he barely had the werewithal to put his hands over his crotch to cover it.

Meryl meanwhile was becoming ****, she kept tightening her grip on the bra and skirt both, fearing the worst might happen at any moment, simultaneously wriggling and turning her foot to try and free the trapped shoe, but it was no use. In a sudden fit of pique she stamped her foot on the spot, and that section of grating creaked loudly, before bending inwards, then falling away entirely. Meryl sank into the vent up to her knee, her trapped foot now stuck inside it. She had been **** into a kneeling position by this, and so she was suddenly all but sitting directly over the vent, the warm air rushing mercilessly up her skirt and onto her privates. She let out a little moan, her eyes immediately going wide — she hoped dearly neither of them had heard that. "I—I think I'm...stuck!" She said loudly, trying to make herself heard over the whooshing of the air current.

Dwight seemed stunned, not responding at first, before coming back to himself abruptly and nodding. "Of course! I'll—I'll save you Meryl!" He stepped forward, hand outstretched, putting his weight right on the edge of the grate. There was another groan of metal, and more of the grating fell inwards and down the vent. Meryl struggled to keep her balance, and it was all so suddwn that her grip slackened on her skirt for a moment, just a moment...but a moment was more than enough.

Her skirt instantly surrendered to the whims of the air currents coming up from below, and it flew up around her. Meryl let out a yelp and removed her other hand from her bra, trying to bring the front of it down before Dwight got an eyeful of her pussy. She succeeded in holding it in place just above her thighs, but was unable to deal with the back of it as well. The result was that the entire rear of her skirt lifted fully up and over the back of her head, exposing her enticing backside to the workman. Meryl squealed at both the realisation of her own exposure, and the feeling of warm air buffeting her buns. She tried to shift herself backwards so she could at least get into a sitting position and take her booty out of sight, but even this meagre movement caused the vent's grating to protest loudly, the metal warping a little under her and causing her to lose balance again, falling forward so that she was face-to-face with Dwight's crotch. Meanwhile from the back, it looked to the workman as if she'd deliberately changed position so as to...present herself to him. Her lips were clearly visible between her legs, her trimmed pubic hair all but invisible, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her bum was positively glistening as little beads of sweat started to run down it on account of all that warm air, and there was a cute little wobble they did whenever she made the slightest movement. Meryl whimpered as it dawned on her what she was staring at, and she tried again to scramble back in order to get away from it.

At that exact moment, her overworked and undercompensated bra decided to give up the ghost entirely, the current of air and her sudden movements causing it to essentially explode outwards and away from her, thudding dully against Dwight's knees before falling into the grate and out of sight. Her boobs bounced wildly in response to all of this, and Dwight looked as if he might faint at the sight of them. Meryl was falling over herself to get away, arms coming up to her chest to cover her newly exposed treasures, but alas she wasn't looking where she was going, and so she fell right onto the workman, who looked up just before impact, in time to witness — if not to comprehend — a pair of pale, perky cheeks as they fell toward him.