Yes, but...

“Well yes, technically…” you reply, before explaining that someone is going to need to give up some clothes in order to escape.

Your hand is in your pocket, rubbing her soft, lacy panties as you both try to come up with a solution. Meanwhile, she is still squirming and blushing on the bed, accidentally revealing her smooth legs from time to time as she moves.

Suddenly, you have an idea.

“Maybe the blanket would count as clothing?” you say. It’s not the craziest idea – it certainly covers more than her panties, and it would allow you both to keep what little clothes you have. Astrid reluctantly agrees, although she’s clearly nervous about giving it up.

You wait for her to get up and put it in the bin, but she is still lying there nervously.

“Sam?” she says. “Ummm… are you going to give me those panties back first?”

Oops! You blush furiously, realizing you’re still clutching them in your hand. “Of course!” you say, tossing them back to her. She awkwardly tries to slide them on without showing you anything, which is easier said than done on the narrow bed. The blanket falls on the floor and you catch a brief glimpse of her plump, naked butt as she slides the panties on. You quickly look away and hope she didn’t catch you staring, although you realize the tent in your boxers must give you away.

She stands up and you realize just how scantily-clad she really is. Her thin white shirt is tight and barely reaches her waist, and the lacy gray panties leave little to the imagination. As she walks past you to throw the blanket in the bin, you are both excited and flustered to see that the underwear is barely more than a thong, leaving her butt almost totally exposed. You look away again, as much to get your embarrassing erection under control as to protect her modesty.

With one last nervous glance at you, she throws the blanket in the bin and waits to see what happens.