Joemdkicksoldman5

From Create Your Own Story

Current revision as of 02:41, 27 September 2015

Your boots are your best weapon now - at least certainly the fastest you can get. You help Wes get clear by kicking hard against the old man's stomach. You really don't have time to feel bad for what you've done - the guy did come at you with a sword after all! That makes it fine, right?

The wind is knocked out of the man, and he falls forward to his knees. His arms reach out to get composure, and alarmingly, grasp your hip. You scream and back away quickly, bumping into Wes as you do. All three of you hit the ground, but the old man's fingers are holding something of yours.

Down most the length of your leg, your panties fell. The old man begins to look forward again, and you hold your crotch with your hands to cover up and kick him in the nose. It is a good move for damage, but unfortunately he rolls back and takes your panties with him.

You sit up and reach forward to use your free hand to try and grab the panties back, but you realize you are sitting on Wes. You look backwards and see him looking at you, a little pained at the sudden fall. By leaning forward, your butt is propped toward him, your cheeks completely bare. You pull your hand back and cover your backside, sliding off of him.

Wes turns away from you and moves toward the next room, signalling you should follow. You hold the pants in front of your crotch - luckily there is plenty of fabric to work with - and sidle to him. In the next room, Wes closes the door and keeps his eyes on the wall. "That was crazy. Who was he? Does he own this place?"

"Who knows." You say, and shift behind a desk. You sit behind it and pull the pants up your legs. You figure it would be faster just trusting Wes looking away, but you already feel incredibly embarrassed showing him your bare bottom. You realize it is first much too long, though that was expected. You roll the pant legs up. Then, you notice the waist is much too wide for you. You fold them over themselves and use the suspenders tightened as far as they can go to clip the folded waistline of the pants over. It billows out at the legs strangely, but it fits your waist more or less. As you stand, you notice the larger issue is still that the suspenders are too large, even tightened this far. Since they are still the only thing really keeping the pants up aside from a bit of your hips, the pants sit a little loose and low on you. They won't go down any farther, but if you tilt them forward a bit more than you want of the V of your pelvic line is revealed. If you tilt them backward, half your crack is exposed. In fact at perfect rest, you are pretty sure some of your crack is already exposed. You want to fold the pants more, but the suspender's clasps don't want to grip that thick of fabric. You decide to just adjust on the fly.

"Are you ready? I can already hear him moving around. He probably knows this place better than us. We should run."

You stand up. The suspenders do another thing for you. Your tiny tube top now has an extra protection - the suspenders themselves push against your chest, and also keep you from nipping through the leggings you have tied. You look to Wes, who is still staring at the wall.

"I'm ready." You say. He looks to you, trying not to size you up it seems.

"Nice pants." He says.

"Nice shorts." You say, and realize you are staring at them, or more of, the skin around them. You look around the room again. There is not much here. Furniture of some sort has been piled in the area, but you do not want to barricade yourself in. Without your paint, all that is left really is to go, which is unfortunate, but true.

"Where to?" Wes asks. "Should we just book it for a window, or full on just actually try and out sneak this guy? I don't even hear him anymore."