Not as flawlessly as she hoped

Stepping out into the corridor again, this time it was her bare feet on that smooth cold flaw, the sensation like electricity shooting through Krystal's body, each step was just as bad, those newly unveiled feet making her hyper aware of her nudity. If only that was the least of her worries, Krystal knew she looked like a mess, her thighs were soaked, in her excitement she'd worked up a sweat, her breaths were deep and filled with need. It was a struggle to keep her hand away from her pussy...but she had to try, she'd been given an out, a chance to get out mostly scot free, she couldn't blow it.

Ambling along, Krystal made for the office floor, retracing her steps past offices, passing interns and other employees, all of them would stare at her, stare at her body. She wouldn't look back, keeping her eyes low, it helped her keep her balance, but she knew most of them were looking in disgust, if not then lust. One step at a time, every step felt, both in her toes from the alien sensations...and her thighs, as they rubbed together, stimulating herself as she walked.

And there it was, biting her lip Krystal looked over the wide open space, feeling a great many eyes on her again, feeling her audience looking her over, imagining what they were thinking of her. That was when Krystal's arousal peaked, stumbling forwards in the general direction of the elevator, one hand firmly between her legs, three fingers pumping away at her needy womanhood. The other hand grasping her breast, groping, kneading away, pinching her rock hard nipple.

It was if the whole world stood still as Krystal walked on, barely standing as she masturbated herself, with all those eyes on her, desperately struggling her way over to the elevator. But while she relieved herself in such a shameless matter, she felt nothing but shame, she was the textbook example of everything that businesswoman labelled her as, she hadn't denied it, she even admitted to it...and now she was proving it.

Proving it in front of nearly a hundred office workers, distracting them from their work so that she could have her fun.

Krystal was getting very close, both to the elevator and to climax, she could tell, she could certainly tell. But she just needed a minute more, one step at a time, ever closer to the elevator, to escape from this damn office. The elevator was still on this floor, the doors were open, the depraved Krystal almost reaching it before she stumbled.

She'd tripped on one of the steps, falling to the ground, her naked body landing with a loud slap as she moaned out. Krystal was already having trouble containing herself, but the fall spiked her arousal, she was on the ground, needy, helpless...crawling to the elevator with one arm.

"F-fucking...please..." Krystal moaned out, begging the universe to give her strength as she felt the edge coming. Reaching forward her hand was inside the elevator, her body was giving in though, it took everything she had to pull herself through, sitting herself up on the floor "...oh y-yes..." She gasped in relief, spreading her legs out in the elevator, another satisfied moan as she hit her climax, making quite the mess on the floor before leaning back, resting against the glass wall of the elevator.

The cold sensation was nice on her hot body, like turning the pillow over to the cold side nice...while it relaxed her, it suddenly made her realise something. Looking out to her right she noticed the elevator hadn't moved, she'd put on quite the display for that office, forgetting to select a floor, that she now did rather quickly.

Krystal slumped back down on the floor as the doors closed, the big glass box making it's way down "I'm gonna be in so much trouble..." The nude courier muttered to herself, sitting with her back against the wall in a puddle of her own making.