Tiffany

Moments after I walk into the lift, I hear footsteps behind me. I try to remain casual, continuing into the lift, and make my way to the back. I don't make it even that far before I hear a rather familiar chuckle from behind me. It's Tiffany, who threw a surprise welcoming party, turned naked sex party for me last night.

As I turn around, I feel a smirk form on my lips at the memory, but before I can even speak, let alone act, I feel a sudden tug on my towel, which quickly comes free. I make a grab for it, but my urgent grabs to keep my towel wrapped around my otherwise naked body proved useless. I let out a gasp, looking down at my sudden nakedness, made all the more apparent by my reflection on the back of the lift's metallic surface.

As she pulls the towel away from me completely, I let out a gasp, before putting a hand upon my mouth to suppress a laugh, even as I put my left hand upon my shaved mound. I turn around quickly, facing her, and I notice it’s my neighbor whom I met last night.

Tiffany laughs again, louder this time, and I hear her voice quite clearly, "My, I thought she was familiar. Good to run into you so soon. Naked already? Last night, I had to feed you to get you to relax enough to see you naked. You should recognize Chris, don't you?" I look about then and see on her right Chris, one of her friends who helped with the welcome. I feel my smile widen, as I look his way, and he smiles back.

As the doors of the lift close behind them, I make a grab for my towel, as quickly as I can. She took a half step back, hosting the towel aloft in the process, and thus keeping the towel (and herself) out of reach. Her smile widened, flashing me a white set of teeth. Her expression was quite a pleasant one and yet reminded me somehow of a predatory look to it. I put my hand back down at my side, amusement showing on my face, though I felt some confusion and embarrassment mixed with it. I heard Chris hit the stop lift button; never moving from his spot, his attention plainly was on my naked bosom. I felt my breath, which had grown deeper, my heart pounding faster as I tried to sort out what they were up to.

Tiffany paused a moment, before speaking with some amusement, "Oh, you want your towel?” pausing to giggle before speaking, "Can't do that quite yet. Maybe if you'd be willing to play with us first, like you did last night ... then we can see." She looks at me with an amused, almost hungry expression. Chris is transfixed, watching my heaving chest, as my breasts rise and fall, my nipples standing out distinctly from my chest like beacons.

I put my left hand at my side, giving me a chance to process what to do. I did enjoy last night after all, but then again . . .