14. Bottomless 2 (1)
Night falls again. This morning, I slunk off to class all nervous, wondering if the convenience store owner who'd seen me yesterday or those guys would act like they recognized me. But I don't even know what departments the guys are in, so no chance of bumping into them, and when I went to the convenience store at lunchtime, the owner just rang me up normally without a word. Was it because it was peak lunch hour with tons of students, so he played it cool? Or did he never plan to say anything in the first place? I have no idea. But since he didn't make a fuss, it's probably fine... right?
Calming my churning heart like that, I slip into the same outfit as yesterday and step out of the room. Black T-shirt emblazoned with that FBI copyright warning on the back, and just my bare lower half adorned with white panties—I head into the hallway like this. But today, true to my resolve from yesterday, it's just the panties. No bra. Even with that one tiny change, my heart's pounding way harder than before. The thrill of stepping into dangerous territory without a shred of protection keeps surging through me. Every time I move my legs, the hem flutters. A chilling shiver races up my thighs, teasing my pussy. I love this thrill so much. Even the thought of someone catching me doesn't seem so bad. That pounding heartbeat, those occasional glances laced with contempt—they're so deliciously chilling, squeezing my chest tight... Sometimes, I even want to show off on purpose.
I stand at the top of the stairs leading down. Naturally, no one's there. The hem's so short that if anyone were below, they'd get a full view of my panties. Without pressing it down or hunching over, I keep my posture straight and descend slowly to basement level 1, step by step. Cool air brushes my bare legs with every one, making the slit between my thighs tingle and quiver. Unlike the hallway, the stairs don't light up when someone passes through. Instead, the lights from each floor cast their glow down the steps. In the dimness, my white panties shine bright. What would someone think if they saw me like this...? Just some careless girl who dressed too skimpy? Or a total idiot, stupid for even going out like this? Or would they see right through me and curse me out as a pervert slut? Hah, all three sound amazing. Just imagining the scorn, the condemnation—my panties are already getting damp. Truth is, I'm careless, I'm an idiot, a moron, a pervert slut. ...So I wish someone would see me and call me out. Yell at me for soaking my panties just from being exposed. It'd feel so good. My head's all foggy from the arousal, spewing whatever nonsense pops up.
My feet hit the bottom step. A pang of regret hits me instantly. Should I go back up and come down again? No—I have something I planned to do, so stairs can wait. I steel myself and step fully out.
The dormitory's built on sloped ground, so the first floor isn't huge. It's just the security office, elevator, and mailboxes. Between the elevator and mailboxes, student packages are piled up like a mountain—unsorted boxes dumped haphazardly on the floor. I squeeze through them. Not far off, there's a window in the wall. From right by the entrance, it overlooks the entire first floor all the way to the elevator and mailboxes. That window connects straight to the security office. And there, by the window, sits the guard uncle in his black hat. Didn't expect anyone to be there...
He must've heard me coming—he's looking right at me. I give a small bow in greeting. He nods back with a smile and bows in return. Having someone here isn't bad at all. My heart thuds wildly. This isn't some imagined gaze—it's real eyes on me, filling my body with this weird satisfaction. Tension blooms sharp and hot, pressing down on my chest. That delicious sensation sparks a new idea. Hah, how far am I gonna take this?
I bend slowly at the waist. Not squatting like yesterday—just arching my back to peer at the boxes. Naturally, the hem rides up along my ass. My white panties peek right toward the window. Guard uncle, there's a pervert here flashing her panties. Reporting in advance... I'm gonna do tons of naughty stuff in this dorm from now on. Watch me. Scold me. Curse me out. If you spot me on patrol, grab me and make me pay. Pretending I have no clue, I shift my legs, wiggling my ass as I fake checking the boxes. I peer intently at the names and room numbers scribbled on them—or at least pretend to—while blatantly showing off my panties. This is the dorm entrance on first floor—if anyone's coming or going, they'd see everything. Hell, the guard just has to glance up. But the thought of straightening up doesn't even cross my mind.
In that huge pile that seems to hold packages for the whole dorm, I easily spot the one with my familiar number and name. The label says stationery supplies, but I never ordered any. Still, I know exactly what this is. That naughty adult site I found online—the stuff I ordered there must be inside. Still bent over flashing my panties, I slide my fingers into the gap between box and tape. Rip it open with a yank, and the contents spill into view. A pink oval thing about the length of my thumb. A thin cord leads from it to a bulkier controller. The egg rotor I'd only seen online is right in front of me. My first real adult toy looks bigger and thicker than I thought—kinda intimidating... and my excitement boils over.
Then—ding—the elevator doors slide open. My body jolts in shock, trembling, but I can't straighten up. I got too focused on the box and noticed too late... Standing up in a hurry now would look way too suspicious. So I stay frozen, still bent over with my panties on full display from behind.
Out steps a guy holding a cigarette. He glances at me standing there oddly and starts to walk past—then his footsteps stop right behind me. Caught. Panties caught. Acting like I know nothing, I slowly straighten up, keeping my back to him. I reach up as if fixing my hair, tousling it to hide my face. Then I slip into the elevator. The doors close, leaving me alone, and only then do I lift my head.
I should've stood up sooner. If I'd popped up the second the doors opened, maybe he wouldn't have seen. But the guy made noise getting off, so the guard must've looked up—and definitely saw my panties.
In the mirror, a woman stands with an ecstatic expression. Her nipples are rock-hard, screaming no bra to anyone who looks. With every hot breath, the hem barely covering her crotch flutters up and down, baring her legs completely. My panties are soaked. Not just damp—drenched through. Soaking like this just from flashing panties... In just a few days, something deep inside me has twisted all out of shape. But it feels so good. I love the breathless oppression. The thrill of showing a stranger is intoxicating. It's vulgar shit no other girl would do, but it keeps getting better and better.
I slowly lift the hem. The woman in the mirror gazes at her own panties with glazed eyes. Proof of her perversion glistens between her legs. My hand doesn't stop—I keep pulling it up. When the underside of my breasts flashes white skin, I finally bite the hem's edge between my teeth. A little higher, and my nipples would show. My fingertips hike the shirt all the way to my chest. So easy—my breasts bare themselves in the mirror. Heat-flushed red face, soft swollen mounds, nipples stiff and begging for attention—they hold my gaze captive. Showing my tits and panties in the elevator... Couldn't hold back after flashing panties, so now tits too.
My free hand opens the box fully and pulls out the egg rotor. The garish pink, like something for kids, looks utterly slutty. I carefully press the round shape against my pussy over the panties. Not cold through the fabric, but insanely hard. Sliding it from my hole up to my clit leaves a glistening trail on the rotor that vanishes and reappears. The rough texture sends harsh jolts through me. But it's such a tease...
The fingers holding the rotor naturally slip inside my panties. Right then—a soft chime, and the doors open. I yank the hem down in a panic. The fabric scrapes my lips raw. Outside stands a guy, staring down at his phone. He spots me inside and freezes with a start. Forgot to hit the button... He clearly didn't expect anyone in the stopped elevator. Idiot. Dumb slut. Pervert too horny to even press a button.
The guy hesitates, then steps in and punches his floor. Eighth. I press mine too—without thinking, it's the top floor, tenth. I huddle in the corner, but something feels off inside my panties. Only now do I realize. The rotor I was holding is now wedged inside my panties, right at my hole's entrance. And the controller? Dropped on the floor. The cord trails from inside my panties, down my leg, to the floor.
Ah... Trapped in this sealed box with a guy, wearing just panties... with an egg rotor stuffed inside... just the two of us... The woman in the mirror breathes hot and heavy, her face screaming arousal. Even to me, she looks like a horny slut. And it feels incredible.