Town festival

A loud bang went off, it was the sound of fireworks. There was a town celebration happening at 7 o’clock, and she left at 6:53 pm. She knew that people from her university would be soon entering the fun and spreading out around the forest. She could only hope that no one would find her in her pitiful state.

Finding new motivation, Isabel grabbed on to each side of the cubby, pulling her absolute hardest exhausting all of her upper body strength. She did it. She was now fully inside the tiny room that the hole led too. Her smile soon faded when she glanced down realizing the pull had left her bottom half exposed, leaving her boxers and shorts on the other side. The little room was definitely too small and she didn’t have enough room to turn her body, or move at all in that matter.

She knew what she had to do

She stuck her legs back threw the hole, attempting to pull herself out the same way she came in. This time, she kept her hands outside of the cubby room. She was going to pull herself out of the room.

“Ok Isabel. Ok. You got this”, Isabel voiced unsure of her own words. In one powerful swoop, she pulled herself out, but her amazing body never did her well.

Her voluptuous tits grazed the entrance through the cubbyhole, stripping her of her bra or crop top. She instantly knew that she was exposed when the passing cool breeze was stimulating enough to **** a high pitched yelp out of her.

She quickly bent down with her ass up to grab the lost clothes. This position wasn’t the greatest as the breeze was harsher to her lower body. With every movement her erect and pointy breasts bounced around. And with every reach, her ass clapped about. The pose wasn’t doing her justice, because her ass was currently stuck up, also revealing her almost blank pussy. Her boobs were slightly hovering from the ground, but her body temperature extended her nipples to the point where she was grazing the floor. “Yes”, she shouted. When she got a hold of something. She pulled her crop top through the cubbyhole and slides it on before glancing back in. Her bra was pushed much further back, and she knew she would have to go back inside to grab it. She tried reaching but to no avail. Soon, she heard girls laughing and footsteps growing louder as she grabbed the shorts and slid them on in a hurry. In the midst of her panic she gasped as she realized she didn’t get her boxers on, but she couldn’t now or she would risk exposing herself to the mysterious group of girls heading her way.

“Act normal Isabel, act NORMAL”, she told herself, seeing the girls coming more into view. She ran to the closest thing to her: the pull up bar. She decided she would act like she was exercising to avoid suspicion. As she ran towards it she kicked the boxers away so that it didn’t look like she randomly took them off. She stood under the bar with only a loose crop top clinging to her nipples, and baggy shorts hugging her lady parts.

As all the girls came into view Isabel visably grew distraught.

Her expression became sour when the girls came into view. It was Kelly, Isabel’s arch nemesis. Back in high school, Isabel used to steal Kelly’s clothes in the locker room. They hated each other, but not as much as Isabel hated the woman next to her. Melissa. Melissa and Isabel always got into fights that sometimes turned physical. Isabel tried to look away and let the girls pass by, but right as the girls were going to pass through Kelly said something.

“Is that you Isabel”, Kelly said loudly.

“Uhh…yeah it’s me”, Isabel sounded slightly shaken. “What are you doing all the way out here”, Melissa yelled out with a distant grin on her face.

“I’m just…exercising”, Isabel responded trying to sound the least suspicious she could.

“Well, get to it then. I wouldn’t want to interrupt your workout”, Kelly said evilly.

“Yea…o-ok”. Isabel replied nervously as she reached up for the pole. As her fingers wrapped around the bar, she felt her loose crop top rise slightly, just barely poking out some under boob. When she reached the next hand out she heard a click.

“Gotcha”, a voice sounded behind her. It was all to familiar. It was Luna. Luna was pure evil, and took joy in humiliating others, especially Isabel. Isabel prepared to drop her hands when she noticed that both of her hands where handcuffed to the bar, the chain connecting the two cuffs hanging over the bar.

“What is this”, Isabel struggled, but to no avail. Isabel was stuck with both hands in the air. This pose revealed a ridiculous amount of under boob, and her crop top shirt had almost reached the height of her nipples. “Oulala, we got a streaker on our hands”, the girls reunited in front of Isabel. “Guys, cmon, we can all be friends here”, Isabel said with a nervous smile.

“A little too late for that, aren’t we?”

“What should we do with her girls?” Luna asked her exitingly.