From The Hallway

I pause, and think on where I heard that voice before; She’s the same woman who pulled my top down before, in the hallway. I pause, before standing up, and she smiles as she sees the recognition in my eyes. "Ah, yes I believe we met before . . in the hallway? We like to tease guests once and a while, and he thought you needed a good ribbing. I hope you didn't mind . ."

My smile widened then, before saying, "Not at all. Not really, anyhow. It surprised me, but I find it exciting all the same." We giggled, and soon they were leading me through the crowd. As we walked, I felt her hands on me, feeling me up. They started around my waist, slowly moving up my body, softly touching my skin in a manner I found quite sensual. I dared not tell her to stop, despite the public setting of it all, as she casually moved her hands up and pulled my top off of me. As my breasts bounced free once more, I felt the water from my top come free, cascading onto the ground around me.

At the same moment, he walked up to me, casually grasping me around my waist by my skirt, his right hand caressing my cheek, before kissing me on the lips. I felt my eyes close as our lips met, the kiss was erotic and pleasurable to me as we touched.

The touch was just too short, and quickly our lips parted. I found myself moving forward to keep my body in contact with his, and then **** myself to keep still. I felt my skirt being pulled down and off then, and quickly I found myself standing there naked before them. More than a few glances were shot my way, though they all seemed to be from people leaving the stands, all of whom were quite aroused by the sight of my nakedness before them.

I paused, and l realized both members of the staff were looking at me. After a moment, she spoke up, saying "I wish I had a towel or something to offer to let you wear. If you like, you could wait here till your clothes dry off."

After another pause, he speaks up, his hands now wrapped tightly around me, holding me close to him, "You don't have to, as I'm sure she'd be fine no matter how she’s dressed. Of course, we could always put her in a human exhibit. I'm sure plenty of people would come and see that!"

"Mac! That’s not funny!", she shouts, before pausing, deep in thought, "Though I suppose that would work if you'd be willing . .. "