15. Changing Clothes (2)
The elevator stops at the first floor. Anyone who gets on will see my dress and panties—everything. No way they won't. Even if they don't know who I am, they'll realize there's a pervert in this dorm. More and more... more and more people are finding out. Soon, everyone will know. Lewd juices keep dripping from my pussy, trickling down my thighs, and every sway of my nipples sends electric thrills through me. My uncovered body is getting soaked.
10th floor, empty hallway. Here I am in front of the elevator, naked except for a single pair of slippers—a total pervert. I still call the elevator waiting down on the first floor. If someone's riding it up, they might get off midway... but if it's just someone checking out whatever's inside, or if there really is someone on board, it'll come straight up to the 10th floor. Then the doors will open automatically... and they'll discover the pervert.
The tension wrapping my whole body feels so good. My heartbeat thunders in my ears, so loud I can't hear anything else. The numbers climb slowly. What if they catch me like this? No excuse, nothing. I'll be exposed as the grotesque pervert no one even imagined. Who changes clothes in an elevator, anyway? And then stepping out naked, letting it leave without me... leaving me without clothes. That's pure pervert behavior. I know I'm a pervert, but getting found out by everyone like this...
Every time I imagine what's next, excitement tightens my slutty hole. My whole body feels stuffy, confined. I could hide and avoid getting caught right now, but I'd lose my clothes for good. Going down to the second floor by stairs would be awkward too. With people using the elevator constantly, if even one waits on an intermediate floor, I'm done for. I've flashed my panties to dorm residents so many times without issue... Right now, priority is getting my clothes back. So I can't leave the elevator doors.
I force down the tension stiffening my body. I have to get caught. No choice if I want my clothes. I swallow dryly and glance at the red numbers beside the doors. It's approaching the 10th floor fast. If I'm getting exposed anyway, if there's no excuse... I want to show everything. I cross my arms behind my back. My chest thrusts forward naturally, the red bruises on my perky tits on full display. No thought of wiping my soaked crotch and thighs. I could cover with my arms even without clothes. I could hide in the corner. I could wait if someone's on an intermediate floor. Countless excuses flash through my mind.
But my legs... my heart... won't move. I don't want to hide. I want to show it all. That's what feels good. Sticky love juices run down my thighs. I stand there, panting hot breaths, body exposed. My head spins from the arousal, so I close my eyes quietly. I can't even tell what floor it's on now. With eyes shut, my other senses sharpen—every ray of sunlight on my skin feels intense. I'd know instantly if someone stared.
The doors open at an unexpected moment. I feel the air shift as they slide apart. My body jerks. I can't open my eyes, just stand frozen. Who's there...? What man is looking down at me? I wait for rough hands to grab my tits, for contemptuous words... but no sound comes, no surprised gasp even. Cautiously, I peek.
Ah... The elevator's empty. My discarded clothes lie abandoned on the floor, untouched—no one rummaging, no theft. Just as I left them. Disappointment surges, but I shake my head to scatter it. Not getting caught is good, idiot. This look is dangerous if seen. I hurry inside. Better dress before more risk.
As the doors close, I pull bra and panties from my eco-bag. Luckily, it hasn't moved. I bend forward, cupping my breasts to hook the bra. My stiff nipples are finally covered. Touching them aches, but without a bra, they'd hurt bouncing while walking. Gotta wear it. Before new panties, I wipe my legs with the filthy ones on the floor. They're so soaked they get drenched instantly, but nothing else to use. A pervert like me deserves dirty panties anyway.
I pull fresh panties midway up my thighs and grab yesterday's new friend from the eco-bag: the pink egg rotor and a thin liner. I place them in the panties one by one. Last night, I couldn't play with it on my terms—such a shame. So today, we'll spend the whole day together. I didn't expect to get this wet before even dressing, but I anticipated soaking, so I brought the liner. Getting drenched beforehand? That's just underestimating a pervert like me. I smile faintly, finish prepping, and pull up the panties. The hard touch right at my hole sends chills.
No one would guess I have such a naughty toy hidden in my clothes... Turning it on secretly would feel so good. Anticipation makes my chest tremble. Over that, skinny jeans and a thin knit. Both tricky fabrics to rush on or off. Fortunately, the elevator stays put until I'm dressed. If it moved midway, I'd be truly busted—these aren't quick-change clothes.
I test my legs a bit to check if everything's in place. The rotor's presence throbs inside my panties. Just the hard object there brings pleasant stimulation. The liner's inner side is damp, but no visible sign outside. Good call on the liner. I stuff the dirty clothes into my eco-bag and hit first floor. The elevator hums faintly, descending.
Mirrors line the walls, reflecting a perfectly dressed girl ready to go out—face slightly flushed, glancing around. Watching her, I twist the controller dial tucked in my pocket just a bit.
"Hngh."
Vibrations far stronger than the elevator's shake rattle my pussy. My face flushes pink in the mirror instantly. I feel the hard intruder slicking up. One slip, and it'll burrow in. It won't go deep inside, of course, but vague fear rises. I'm still scared to insert anything that far... What if it slips in against my will?
The elevator reaches first floor; doors slide open slowly. Can't adjust it now—no reaching into my pants. The security office is right outside, always eyes on you. I tense my crotch and step out carefully. Sure enough, the Dormitory Guard sits there. Our eyes meet; I bow slightly in greeting. Look, mister. I'm a pervert walking around with a naughty toy in my panties. I even changed clothes in the elevator. Looks proper outside, but soaked inside.
The thrill of naughty deeds right in front of someone, unknown to all, feels so good. Embarrassing and shameful to get excited by this... but it feels too good. Being a pervert isn't bad. I could crank the rotor right in front of people...
With a dazed, floaty head, I walk out slowly. No one else outside the dorm entrance, but wind blows, green leaves rustling. True openness—nothing like the 10th floor—engulfs me. Vision clears to open sky, cool breeze. Nature embraces a pervert like me. Each step shakes the vibrating rotor in my panties, pleasure sparking through my body. I love this toy. Stimulating secretly is the best.
My feet follow the familiar path. Classes today, after all. Toward the lecture hall. Hips swaying lightly to the pleasant buzz. And so, I head to class.