Turn to Emma

Anna’s face was lit up by a steaming blush. She could smell Emma’s fragrant, flowery perfume as she strutted past her. She can’t believe she just let Emma gawk at her nubile form so closely. She figured that she would at least try to cover up her lady parts instinctively. The interaction only lasted a few seconds but it felt like Emma had time to count every hair adorning her rosy sex. Even though that encounter gave her heart a jolt it definitely did not ask for, as Anna calmed down, she began to feel more comfortable in her precarious state of undress. Of course, she didn’t want to be seen…but would it really be that bad if it did happen? There’s no way she could be enjoying this situation…right? There was only one way to find out.

One of Anna’s little feet and soft shoulders emerged from the bathroom door as she peered down the hall. From this vantage point, any potential onlookers would only be able to see half of a pale leg and a blushing girl that is either topless or wearing the world’s smallest crop top. But the view Emma must have been receiving was much more dazzling. Two beautiful, white mounds of rose tinted flesh, glazed in a sheen of cold sweat. Anna could only imagine what Emma must be thinking as she was unwillingly mooning her. She could hear her fiddling about behind her while she scoped out the halls. She desperately hoped that Emma wasn’t recording this moment for posterity or, God forbid, posting it online. She dared not turn around to confirm her suspicions and potentially give Emma another high def view of her fuzzy flower. Butt shots were embarrassing for sure but at least she could somewhat deny them.

“Sooo, what’s the plan? Do you have a route we’re taking or are we just gonna go to class butt naked?” Emma asked inquisitively. Anna was stunned. Emma had stripped down to her underwear in a flash. She turned around as Emma was unhooking her D cup bra. Anna couldn’t help but notice Emma’s squeaky clean pussy. But she didn’t see any panties in the small pile of clothes that comprised of Emma’s skirt, loafers and blouse. That can’t be possible. Was she going commando this whole time? If Anna didn’t know any better, she would think Emma planned to get naked from the start.

“Well, come on. Spit it out. This was your idea, after all.” Emma says as she finally releases her twins from the clutches of her black, satin bra. Their descent had a weighty feel to it. Anna watched them bounce and gyrate as they settled from their sudden release. The sound of their clapping echoed against the small bathroom walls and sent a twinge of arousal through Anna’s core. Emma’s sweet, pink nipples topped her perky breasts and almost seemed to be rising like a budding sapling. Anna couldn’t believe the sight she was taking in. Moments before, she was scrambling to justify her sudden nudity. Now she was being asked for the next course of action like a nudist commander. She was unsure what to do herself so having another person to manage would only slow down her decision making. But two heads are better than one and Emma’s curvy body might take some of the heat off her…