What goes up, must come down

Half way back down and Krystal stopped to take a breather. The walk up was certainly a workout, one that she probably hadn't fully recovered from, her legs ached, her feet felt sore and she'd worked that sweat back up again...at least her belt wasn't falling off this time. Another silver lining was she was getting really turned on from this, whereas before she had her hands busy carrying things, this time her hands were free to roam, with the stairwell as empty as it was before she had plenty of privacy to toy with herself, work off a little tension, it was honestly a welcome change to going straight to her bike. Though with all the steps it meant her chest was feeling extra bouncy, her decently sized tits betraying her to the forces of gravity.

Finally at the bottom and probably with yesterday's pizza already worked off of her, Krystal panted and grinned to herself in victory. She'd beaten a skyscraper with barely a stitch of clothing, not even her shoes, rising above her arousal to complete her task...well...not quite rising above it, her pussy craved attention, at the very least she looked more tired than horny. Krystal imagined she'd still need to beat a hasty retreat though as she entered the lobby again, looking like a sweaty mess.

She...needed a shower...

Krystal walked as convincingly normal along wobbly knees as she could, wondering if that fluid running down her thigh was sweat or not, before she noticed, she was getting attention. The kind of attention that gets in the way of her path to safety, her route to her bike...

The secretary from before, Krystal wracked her mind to remember the name...Gwen, Gilda? Greta? She walked over, a concerned look on her face "Miss are you okay?" Greta asked as she approached "You look ill, do you need rest or...?" She put her hand on the nude Krystal's shoulder, that did it.

She hadn't been touched yet, not like that, sure people had accidentally bumped into her but that was different. There was now a hand, a hand on her bare sweaty shoulder. This was causing a chain reaction of self conciousness, she was noticing things far more acutely, the breeze against her skin, her breasts, soaked pussy...the floor beneath her feet, that slight cold of the wooden floor beneath her soles, even her breathing felt deliberate with everything going on, slowing down as thoughts became flooded with arousal.

"M-miss?" Greta asked again, trying to get Krystal's attention by giving her shoulder a squeeze. It wasn't the tightest squeeze, but it opened the floodgates...and boy did it open those gates.

Krystal moaned out at the squeeze, her panting growing heavy, her hips bucking. Had this woman made her cum just from that? "O-oh god..." She slurred under her breath, pulling herself away from Greta's grip, desperately stumbling for the door, towards her bike. There was no creeping feeling she had to beat, it was already there, she just had to get to her bike before she was slain by it. One step at a time, juices flowing, knees growing weak, Krystal moaned her way closer, practically an orgasm on two legs at this point.

With a light wet thunk Krystal made it to the door, eyes from the other side of the glass door noticing her state. She only had two things on her mind though, getting to her bike and therefore safety at all costs...and how goddamn good this was feeling. It took her a good couple of seconds to stand up straight enough to pull the door open, but soon she was out again. Stumbling out onto the street, bare feet on rough concrete, warm sunlight and surprisingly chilly breeze on her skin. And then there were the eyes, some people were walking on, not wanting to look, but the ones that stared, some in disgust, some in lust...it made her feel like any progress she'd made getting used to it was all for nothing.

Her light introspection wasted precious time though, she had to get to her bike before...

Krystal took one shaky step, then another, before just dropping to her knees, moaning out as she came to another climax just from the sheer exposure. Oh god with all those eyes watching her, it was humiliating, she'd be online, she'd be the girl that came in public, a gigantic slut. That thought almost made her cum again as she fell forwards onto her hands, simply kneeling there on all fours.

That was when reality started unclouding her thoughts. She was very much breaking the law, what if the cops were called? She'd be dead, metaphorically at least. Krystal took action, kind of. Scrambling to her feet as quickly as she could in her post-climax riddled state, she made for her bike. Her 'run' was not graceful in the slightest, almost tripping a few times, she was most thankful that not many people knew quite what to do, preferring just to get out of the way of the crazy naked woman. Of course there were a few slurs here and there called out...'slut' 'whore' the classics.

But at long last, she had her thighs around Lucy, safety. Slipping her helmet on in a rush, Krystal got Lucy going, speeding off, bound for her apartment. She still had the cargo rack on her bike, but she'd hand that in another day, they've let her hang onto it before so it should be fine...