Use everything but the shirt and shoes

"Alright. I have an idea. But, I need you to pass me your shirt." I said to the man on the floor. He blinked a few times, before reddening in the face just a bit. He slowly peeled his shirt off, and tossed it towards me. I took the shirt to the sink, and ran it under some water for a few seconds, soaking it thoroughly except for a single dry spot at the top. I looked behind me, and caught the man staring at my ass. "Turn around you fucking perv!" I yelled, promptly getting his eyes to avert. With an embarrassed sigh, I reached underneath my shirt, and unbuckled my bra. I was able to take the bra off beneath the shirt, and pull it out from the top. With the bra, I ran it under some cold water, and held it up to my mouth. The bra could act as a breathing cover for the smoke, and I looked down at my lower body for the only other options I had to safely open the hot door.

I tossed the man his brown shirt. "Alright. Use your shirt to breath. Don't breath unless you have to, and if you do, only do it at floor level. I'll use my bra to breath, and uhh..." I said, blushing madly. "...I'll help you walk to the other room. But DON'T LOOK. AT ALL." I said, pointing to the opposite wall. With a raised eyebrow, he turned around and I took a deep breath. I reached down, and started by taking off my shoes. Next to follow were my socks, which I quickly placed on my hands as insulation against the doors and heat. I put my hands at the waistband of my thong, and shoved it down to the floor, before scooping it up in my sock mitted hands. The thong would act as the primary contact, while the socks would act as another line of defense. This way, I could at least keep my shirt on, and still keep my shoes in case any sharp objects were on the floor. I looked at myself in the mirror, and gently tugged at the waistband of the shirt. Apparently my stretching had thinned an already thin green shirt, so you could see the rough outlines of my nipples and even the signs of bare flesh below the shirt closer to the bottom half, my obviously bare hips, and from the rear my now officially bare ass. I sighed, and hoped desperately that the fire fighters could have the time to toss me jeans or a blanket before I got outside as well.

"Ok. Come over here, and lean on me. Just take some hop steps, and lean on me as we move. Bring your shirt up to your eyes and mouth, and hunch as low as you think you can without falling over.” I ordered. The man turned around, blushing madly and staring when he saw me trying to cover with what little cover I had left, and he reached an arm over me. I huffed as his weight half-fell onto me when he stood on one leg, but knew I could support the weight.

“Alright. Here we go…” I said, quickly grabbing the door handle and turning it, I had to use one hand to hold the bra up to my face, and another to grab the door, leaving my bare pussy uncovered for a few seconds as we stumbled into the hall. Suddenly, as we were moving, a piece of burning wood came crashing down from above, nearly slamming on our heads. I thought we got off scot free, until the man I was helping along started to yell out. “Your hands! Your hands! They’re-“ he said, as I looked to my hands. My eyes widened as I was met with a slowly spreading flame on my socks, which spread to my thong. Unfortunately, in my haste to rid the rapidly gaining heat, I took both socks off my hands and tossed them along with the thong over the railing into the sea of flames on the first floor. I moaned and blushed, but quickly noticed the top half of my shirt had a slight bit of embers on it. I watched as a flame sprouted quickly, and horror coursed through my veins as I watched my last garment standing between me and complete nudity catch fire right in front of my eyes. I feared the worst, humiliating circumstance before suddenly feeling wet fabric patted against my chest. The man I was with had taken off his own shirt, and patted the fire down for me. I nodded my mutual thanks, and we moved the last step towards the window.

We both took long, deep breath from the slight bits of fresh air to the sides of the open window. I only stood there for a second before retreating back when I saw a couple of firemen point up at our window.

“Hey, there they are!” One older man with a large cap yelled. “Grab the jumping trampoline! Quick! The whole place is coming down in seconds! He yelled, scrambling with some others for a large white trampoline that was set off to the side. A group of 8 ran the trampoline to the side of the house, and hastily scrambled into formation.

“Sir! Jump now!” The man yelled. Realizing the man in the cast had no means to jump, I promptly squatted down to the floor, huffed, and picked the man up by his waist so as to avoid injuring his leg. I carefully tossed him out the window, and he fell safely to the awaiting trampoline below. The firefighters scrambled him off the trampoline, and had it set back up within seconds.

“Alright lady! Jump!” One woman below called out from below..