The shirt doesn't make it

Her mind still flustered from her unintended exhibitionism, Amy darts out the front door of the mall, for a moment forgetting to keep it pulled tight around her.

That moment of course is all you need to strike. As the door closes, it catches on the floating shirt and tugs, within two steps Amy is suddenly stood there in the morning sunlight, her shirt hanging in the doorway, her bra on full display to the carpark.

She panics, throwing her hands up to cover her ample cleavage and bra, and she looks around, no sign of anyone yet.

All thoughts of her shirt forgotten she flees, bouncing across the carpark, until she suddenly hears the sound of a car door slam.

Not even bothering to look for the source, Amy ducks down beside one of the nearby cars, panting for breath, her cheeks flushed bright red, well aware of the extreme heat in her panties. How is she so turned on by this danger? She's kneeling here with her bra on display and all she can think about is the heat in her loins. She needs to snap out of this quickly, especially as she hears the sound of another car door.