24-10-2022, 06:41 PM
STUCK IN ELEVATOR WITH AMY JACKSON
STUCK IN ELEVATOR WITH AMY JACKSON
Amy had walked into this famous TV station's main building to promote her latest movie and had caught the elevator to the top floor. She had finished with the interview and her security had caught the first one down. As a worker in the building, I was forced into the second one, which just so happened to be with Amy. She had only just made it in when the skirt had torn.
But, that wasn't all she was wearing. Amy had on a tight electric blue top that had a delicious plunging neckline that showed off her fantastic double B breasts and made sure all the attention was on her. Just under that, she had on a very thin skirt that flowed down to her knees and seemed to float in the air's breeze. Her waist wasn't in a good position to show off her fantastic ass, hips and thighs, but she didn't really need to as all the attention was on her fantastic tits.
However, as she jogged into the lift, tits bouncing up and down and all, the doors had closed suddenly and caught her skirt. As we went down, it tore the thin fabric clean off of her sultry body and left her in her exotic black, satin panties.
She had yelped, as you can imagine, and covered herself up while I put on my best chivalrous face and covered my face, saving her one little bit of embarrassment. A few seconds passed and eventually she started laughing.
I turned back to face the room, she still had her hands over her crotch and she was red in the face but that was from all the laughing. Realizing how dumb the situation was, I joined in with a slow chuckle that eventually evolved into a full belly laugh.
Bending at her knee to pick up the tattered fabric, holding it out at arm's length, she smiled and shook her head before dropping it onto her right fore arm.
I laughed with her until the moment passed, the laughs slowed to a singular laugh before stopping completely. With a big grin on my face, I decided to look at the floor, ignoring that I could see Amy Jackson's unmentionables. Stealing quick glances at her, I could barely contain my erection. One of the most desired women on the planet was standing in front of me in her panties and practically just a bra too. This really was too good to be true.
"Hey, listen. Once we get out of here, you can have my jacket. Wrap it around yourself and you should be OK." I said, still focused on that delightful... What was that? A stain?
She was looking at me, that much I could tell and I think she was smiling, or rather a grin. "Thanks so much. I was having nightmares about the News. Amy Jackson Shamed!" She said with an adorably terrible British accent.
"Hey, no problem." I said with a grin, looking to my left I had chance to admire myself. Yes, I'm that egotistical. I'm screaming towards my late twenties, currently sitting on the precipice at twenty five. I wasn't dressed to impress today. Clad in my very favorite blue hoody (that was currently wrapped around my waist), long denim jeans and a Led Zeppelin shirt that showed off my adequately muscular arms. I stand at about six foot and my figure shows it, I'm well proportioned, I think is the right way of putting it. My short brown hair was gelled up in a selection of random spikes. Freshly shaven, thank you for asking and I have baby blue eyes which little old ladies take great pleasure in telling me that they are just lovely.
Taking a risk, I tried to make eye contact with her. But she seemed to busy rummaging through her handbag for something. Her phone? I dunno. Looking up at the LED display I watched the numbers creep by. We were on the very top floor and heading down to the lobby.
Suddenly, the lift shook, vibrated and finally lurched to a halt slamming me against the side wall. Amy wasn't so lucky and lost her balance in her heels; she crashed to the floor and shook her head in disbelief. She was about to say something when the lights cut out, then they came back on again, only noticeably dimmer. It must be the emergency power.
STUCK IN ELEVATOR WITH AMY JACKSON
Amy had walked into this famous TV station's main building to promote her latest movie and had caught the elevator to the top floor. She had finished with the interview and her security had caught the first one down. As a worker in the building, I was forced into the second one, which just so happened to be with Amy. She had only just made it in when the skirt had torn.
But, that wasn't all she was wearing. Amy had on a tight electric blue top that had a delicious plunging neckline that showed off her fantastic double B breasts and made sure all the attention was on her. Just under that, she had on a very thin skirt that flowed down to her knees and seemed to float in the air's breeze. Her waist wasn't in a good position to show off her fantastic ass, hips and thighs, but she didn't really need to as all the attention was on her fantastic tits.
However, as she jogged into the lift, tits bouncing up and down and all, the doors had closed suddenly and caught her skirt. As we went down, it tore the thin fabric clean off of her sultry body and left her in her exotic black, satin panties.
She had yelped, as you can imagine, and covered herself up while I put on my best chivalrous face and covered my face, saving her one little bit of embarrassment. A few seconds passed and eventually she started laughing.
I turned back to face the room, she still had her hands over her crotch and she was red in the face but that was from all the laughing. Realizing how dumb the situation was, I joined in with a slow chuckle that eventually evolved into a full belly laugh.
Bending at her knee to pick up the tattered fabric, holding it out at arm's length, she smiled and shook her head before dropping it onto her right fore arm.
I laughed with her until the moment passed, the laughs slowed to a singular laugh before stopping completely. With a big grin on my face, I decided to look at the floor, ignoring that I could see Amy Jackson's unmentionables. Stealing quick glances at her, I could barely contain my erection. One of the most desired women on the planet was standing in front of me in her panties and practically just a bra too. This really was too good to be true.
"Hey, listen. Once we get out of here, you can have my jacket. Wrap it around yourself and you should be OK." I said, still focused on that delightful... What was that? A stain?
She was looking at me, that much I could tell and I think she was smiling, or rather a grin. "Thanks so much. I was having nightmares about the News. Amy Jackson Shamed!" She said with an adorably terrible British accent.
"Hey, no problem." I said with a grin, looking to my left I had chance to admire myself. Yes, I'm that egotistical. I'm screaming towards my late twenties, currently sitting on the precipice at twenty five. I wasn't dressed to impress today. Clad in my very favorite blue hoody (that was currently wrapped around my waist), long denim jeans and a Led Zeppelin shirt that showed off my adequately muscular arms. I stand at about six foot and my figure shows it, I'm well proportioned, I think is the right way of putting it. My short brown hair was gelled up in a selection of random spikes. Freshly shaven, thank you for asking and I have baby blue eyes which little old ladies take great pleasure in telling me that they are just lovely.
Taking a risk, I tried to make eye contact with her. But she seemed to busy rummaging through her handbag for something. Her phone? I dunno. Looking up at the LED display I watched the numbers creep by. We were on the very top floor and heading down to the lobby.
Suddenly, the lift shook, vibrated and finally lurched to a halt slamming me against the side wall. Amy wasn't so lucky and lost her balance in her heels; she crashed to the floor and shook her head in disbelief. She was about to say something when the lights cut out, then they came back on again, only noticeably dimmer. It must be the emergency power.
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