Heather looks up. "Sarah? I REALLY need a shirt. I'm basically going down there naked, the miniskirt does NOTHING to hide me! Is there ANYTHING?"
You look at her. She seems on the verge of crying, torn between her excitement for the voyeurism to come, but unable to make herself go. You pity her a bit.
"Please Sarah. I... I really want to go, I do... I just can't without at least half of me covered. I'll just stay here."
You don't answer.
Her eyes well up a bit. "Go, I'll wait for you," she mumbles out.
You start to head towards the door, and put your hand on the knob. You look back at her, thinking. No, you can't. You need your blouse, it's the only thing covering you! You think a bit more, imagining heading downstairs with only the skimpy covering in your front. You feel your pussy getting moist at the thought, reddening your face.
You look again at Heather, she's sitting there with her head down.
"Heather? Take my blouse."
She looks up hopefully, then lets her head down again. "No, I can't do that to you."
"Heather, I'm serious! I need someone to go with me! Take it before I change my mind."
She looks up again, then smiles. You begin to slip off the blouse, then hand it to her. She puts it on and buttons it up. "Thank you Sarah!" she says, reaching out to hug you. Your eyes widen, as you are basically naked, but you accept her embrace.
Your breasts squish against hers as she holds you tightly. You break apart and she heads to the door. Now it is you who is hesitating, you didn't realize how naked you feel, that little top helped you a lot.
Heather opens the door up. You hastily cover your breasts as she steps out into the warm hallway. Your heart beats faster as the air brushes against your skin. The two of you are a boy's dream. A gorgeous blonde, wearing nothing but a small square in front of her that barely hides anything, next to a mostly naked brunette, who's pussy is basically completely visible, and who's blouse does little to conceal large breasts. |