Let's take a skirtless elevator ride...

"Shall we head back up to the car?" You tap and I ding and we step into the elevator.

"The thing about these elevators..." I say, turning my back to you, "... is that they're nice and slow..." I bend down and you step back as I jerk my backside arrhythmically up and down, my shirt halfway up my panty-clad cheeks. "How's my twerk?" I smile back at you.

"Terrible." You admit and I giggle. "It'd be much better without panties." You offer.

I cock my head to the side. We're only halfway up still. "Sure." I smile, reaching down, slipping my thumbs up my shirt and hooking them around my panties. In a smooth tug, the slip around my ass, pulling out of my crack and dropping swiftly to the floor.

"Holy shit!" You watch as I bounce my ass terribly at you, pussy popping into view with each awkward motion.

"Better?" I laugh, inexpertly swiping my panties up off the floor as the elevator dings the top floor of the parking garage and I try to pull myself back into some semblance of order.

"Did I just get your panties?" You ask as we step out into the daylight.

"Not just yet..." I reply with a sly smile, tucking my only piece of underwear into my purse as we cross to the edge of the parking garage, my shirt just one carelessly long stride away from revealing my utter lack of bottoms. "Maybe you should give it a try?"