Walk of Shame

Jan smiled contentedly. “One last exercise, Lisa. Do a few chest flies on the mat—spread your arms out to the sides and bring them together. That’s great for your chest muscles.”

Lisa nodded shyly and lay down on her back. She picked up two light dumbbells, extended her arms to the sides, and slowly brought them together over her chest. On the first rep, the rigged red sports bra top stretched extremely tight. On the second, the straps already slipped off her shoulders. On the third… …the top suddenly flew off completely.

The thin fabric snapped loose, sailed through the air, and landed on the floor. Lisa’s heavy, bare breasts sprang free—plump, heavy, and bouncing, her nipples rock-hard and dark pink.

“Oh God… no…!”

Lisa froze mid-movement. Her arms were still stretched wide to the sides, a dumbbell in each hand. She couldn’t just drop the weights—not here, not on the mat, not in the middle of the crowded studio. In a panic, she tried to pull her arms in to cover her breasts, but the dumbbells made every movement clumsy and awkward.

“Shit… shit… shit…” she whispered, her face bright red.

She hastily pulled her arms in toward her body, but the weights bumped lightly against her ribs as she did so. Her bare breasts bounced and slapped wildly against each other, her nipples protruding hard and stiff. She pressed her elbows tightly against her sides, desperately trying to cover her breasts with her upper arms—but it didn’t help. Her heavy breasts spilled out at the top and bottom, jiggling even more with every little movement.

With trembling arms, she slowly sat up. The dumbbells were still hanging in her hands. She looked like a clumsy, naked girl who didn’t know what to do with her arms. Her breasts swung wildly back and forth with every attempt to put the weights down. Once, the left dumbbell almost slipped from her hand; she caught it at the last moment—and her left breast slapped hard against her arm in the process.

“Sorry… I… I just have to… put these things down quickly…,” she stammered in a choked voice.

Finally, she managed to drop the dumbbells onto the mat beside her with a clumsy thud. She immediately jumped up, her arms crossed tightly in front of her chest. But that just looked even more embarrassing: her arms pushed her breasts upward and together, making them look even fuller and rounder. Her nipples peeked out from between her fingers.

The wet spot on her shorts was now huge and glistening in the light. Lisa stood there for a moment, her face bright red, her eyes wide with shame.

“I… I have to get to the locker room fast!” she squealed and ran off.

She ran bare-chested through the entire gym—wearing only the much-too-small, see-through shorts. Her bare breasts bounced and slapped heavily up and down with every step. She tried desperately to hold them in place with her arms, but that only made them bounce even more wildly. Her nipples jutted stiffly out between her fingers and rubbed against her palms with every movement.

Everyone in the gym saw everything: the bouncing, bare breasts, the huge wet spot between her legs, how the seam of the shorts cut deep into her slit with every step and further stimulated her clitoris.

“Excuse me… sorry… that was an accident…” she muttered over and over as she tried to reach the locker room. Jan had chosen the route so that Lisa would have to walk all the way across the room. Her tits swayed obscenely with every step. Some men were openly filming her with their cell phones. Lisa noticed, blushed even deeper, and tried to run faster—which only made her breasts bounce even more. Finally, she reached the door to the changing room, pushed it open with her shoulder, and disappeared behind it—still with bare, bouncing breasts and a bright red face.

Jan leaned back in his chair, the camera still rolling.

On his screen, Lisa had run completely naked through the studio. Her heavy tits had jiggled wildly with every step, her nipples stiff and glistening. The camera had filmed from behind as her plump, wet pussy was pulled apart with every step in her see-through shorts and as her juices ran down her inner thighs.

He grinned widely and muttered contentedly:

“Perfect… absolutely perfect. She thinks she’s just running embarrassingly through the studio—and she’s just pulled off the hottest walk of shame of her life.”