There's no time to get anywhere

As Waverly started to walk back home, she idly lifted her top up over her head. She shook herself free of it, then took aim and threw it as hard as she could, up onto the roof of a nearby building.

She’d taken several steps more before she jumped, realising what it was she’d just done. Eyes wide, Waverly slowed, crossing her arms over her bra-clad chest as she moved back a few steps.

Her top was balled up on the top of someone’s property; she jumped, doing her best, even reluctantly moving her arms from covering herself to waving them over her head, trying to grab even the tiles of the roof.

She could just about brush the tiles with her fingertips, but no more. When it came to actually reaching her tip, she had no hope.

When a man started walking down the street, Waverly instinctively shrunk away, crossing her arms over her boobs again. Her bra might cover most of them, but it still felt like she was too exposed.

Then she paused, and flushing, opted to instead near him.

“Um, can I have a leg up?” Waverly said.

She quickly gestured with one hand to her balled up shirt, out of reach, before returning that arm to cross over her chest.

The man’s gaze went up to the roof. When it returned, she was well aware of how it lingered on what cleavage she had on display.

“I’ll let you cop a feel if you do,” Waverly said.

Wait, what? No, she hadn’t said that, oh god-

“Sure,” the man said, suddenly cracking a grin. Oh god.

Focus, Waverly. Whatever madness had made her say that, it wasn’t like it was legally binding. She could use his help, get her top, then run for it. No problem, there was no problem; Waverly steadied her breathing, and tried to offer a smile, to pretend that she wasn’t thoroughly freaked out.

He gave her a boost, let her clamber for brief seconds onto the roof; thankfully she grabbed her top, before sliding back down again. She landed on bent knees, then stood up straighter.

She turned to the man, to say thank you, to try and make excuses, and instead what came out was:

“All yours,” Waverly said, and felt her chest be thrust out.

Wait-

Burning with humiliation, she found she could only stand there as the stranger grabbed her tits, cupping each through her bra, more lustful than skilful. Though she flushed red, longed to tell him to stop or back away, her body wouldn’t let her do anything except stand stock still.

For a moment, his hands moved higher, dipper behind her cup; Waverly managed a gasp as her nipple was momentarily exposed to the cool air, and shock made her step back.

No, god no, she wasn’t going that far, no matter what was happening she couldn’t expose that much of herself to strangers.

“Y-you got what you wanted,” Waverly stammered, baking away. She hastily pulled her top over her head, struggling with it for a moment, glad to at least have some cover back.

Without waiting for a reply, Waverly ran.