Author: Magus
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Summary: Jenny enters the library fully dressed, but leaves under rather different circumstances
Jenny stepped into the automatic revolving doors to the library, glad to be out of the heat. It had been over a hundred degrees this last week, and the air conditioning felt like a godsend. She was dressed light in a skirt and a thin white blouse, but it was still sweltering. There were a fair amount of people here today, most of them engrossed in whatever they happened to be reading or searching for on the computers. Ducking behind a corner so no one would see her, Jenny lifted up her skirt a few inches to get the cool air circulating all throughout her body. Her skirt was a loose flowing style and was a little shorter than she was used to but was appropriate for this heat; a long dress would be unthinkable. Jenny let out a sigh of relief as she felt the coolness on her thighs and around her soft pink panties. Right now she felt like she could stay in here forever.
Walking over to the computer terminal Jenny entered a search for books by Jacopo da Lentino. She hadn't even heard of him until she found one of his love sonnets in a book of poetry last week, which had made her want to find more. After a search she found one call number for a book of Italian poetry that she wanted to read. Taking a piece of paper on the desk, she fumbled around in her purse for a pencil, which she knew she had. She finally got a grip of it between two fingers, but pulling it out it flipped from her grasp and rolled beneath the table. Without thinking Jenny bent down to pick it up.
What Jenny did not realize until she had her pencil was that her skirt did not provide the protection she was used to. Bent over, the hem of her skirt was no longer covering her firm ass, wiggling in the air as she searched for her writing instrument. Her pink cotton panties were on display, stretched thin over her bubble butt and molded to the curves of her cheeks. It was when Jenny felt a gust of wind from the air vent blow above her thighs that she let out a silent gasp and quickly straightened herself, dropping the pencil again in her haste. As she looked around several shifty pairs of eyes quickly went back to their periodicals. But she still needed her pencil. Holding her skirt down with both hands, she slowly bent both her knees until she was crouched down far enough to pick it up. Then she hurriedly jotted down the call number and went to the elevator.
The book of poetry was apparently in one of the upper levels of the library, from what she had seen it was a fairly old copy. Jenny hoped it wasn't in Italian; that would be a shame. She consulted the chart on the wall, from the prefix of the number the book was on the sixth floor, in the section near the back wall. She hopped on the elevator as it came down to the ground floor and pressed six. No one else was on. Quickly Jenny reached up her skirt and tried to re-adjust her panties, which had been uncomfortably wedged in her crack since the incident on the ground floor. Jenny was just running her fingers under the waistband to straighten it out when the door opened, and someone from the fourth floor got in. He looked like a grad student; Jenny turned red when she realized she had been flashing her underthings and tried to avoid eye contact by looking straight ahead. It seemed like the elevator was purposely taking its time with these last two floors as the two of them stood in awkward silence, the student occasionally casting a glance her way.
Finally the elevator doors opened and to Jenny's surprise the grad student got off at that floor as well. However, she was relieved to see him walk in the opposite direction; at least she wouldn't have to pretend nothing had happened for that long. Consulting the number she had Jenny followed a few signs until she reached the row of bookshelves where the poetry book was shelved. There was not even anyone around in this wing; what few people were on this floor were on the other side in the reading area and were very quiet. It was very peaceful and comforting; Jenny began to feel at ease again as she skimmed the names of the books. There were a few names she recognized from college: Petrarch, Dickinson, and of course Shakespeare. She picked a book of sonnets off the shelf and soon began to lose herself.
Sitting on the floor reading through the pages, she began to lose track of her surroundings. It was so relaxing to be here alone. She noticed it was a little hotter down here. Only half-thinking she reached up with her hand not holding the book and undid the top buttons on her blouse, immediately feeling the cool air flowing down her chest. The lacy edges of her bra above her nipples peeked into view, but Jenny didn't notice. She had also neglected to cross her legs, stretching them out in front of her for comfort, so anyone standing in the aisle opposite would see a soft inviting layer of pink between her legs. Leaning against the bookshelf behind her Jenny continued to read, oblivious to a few men walking by and giving lingering looks downwards in her direction. Then she happened to glance at her watch. Half an hour had passed already! She didn't realize it was so long; she told her husband she would be back soon. She quickly got up with a mind to look for her book and leave.
As she got up, Jenny felt a tug at the loose fabric of her skirt. It looked as if her skirt had gotten caught on some projection from the metal bookshelf. She moved to the side to try and dislodge it and quickly stood up to return the book she was reading. As she did, Jenny almost shrieked as she heard the awful sound of ripping fabric! As she got to her feet she looked back to see her torn skirt lying on the ground! Jenny stood in the aisle wearing only her blouse and her delicate pink panties, desperately trying to unhook her skirt before anyone saw her. But in her panic she only made it worse, tugging at it in her hurry and causing the fabric to tear even more. By the time she got it free it was torn in several pieces, none of which were remotely big enough to cover her underwear.
Jenny swallowed hard as she decided to make a run for the ladies' restroom. At least there she could think more clearly. When she thought she saw no one, Jenny made a dash for the restroom door around the corner. Just as she turned it, the elevator doors open and out stepped two college students, who did a double take as they saw this beautiful woman streaking down the corridor in her panties. Jenny almost thought of turning back and instinctively tried to pull down her shirttails to cover her underpants. A few tugs on the run did nothing but to strain what buttons were still hooked on her blouse. The blouse would barely move past her waistband, and without thinking she pulled even harder. Already at their limit containing Jenny's ample 36CC breasts, the buttons exploded, exposing her lacy white bra underneath. Even more humiliated than ever, Jenny ran inside and closed the door behind her.
She was happy to see the restroom was deserted. She tried to re-button her blouse but only the top buttons were intact and her huge breasts made themselves seen despite them. Jenny thought quickly of what she could do. Then she remembered her car. It was parked around back; if she could get to the door it was only a short run. Jenny peered out the restroom door. No one was around. She was just about to run for the elevator when she heard voices. She slammed the door and ran back in, not noticing her blouse had caught inside the door! As she ran the last two buttons popped, leaving her with only her bra to cover her quivering breasts. When she realized what had happened she ran back to get it, but too late. It was being pulled out of the door from the outside; by the time Jenny reached it she made a desperate grab but missed it. Standing in the restroom in nothing but high-heeled shoes to compliment her lacy bra and her cotton panties, Jenny wondered how she would even survive the trip home. But then she remembered: there should still be her workout clothes in the back seat! There was hope after all!
Jenny re-opened the door and made a run for the elevator. "Come on…come on…" she whispered as it took its time in reaching her floor. Jenny tried her best to cover herself up with her arms, standing by the wall and looking in both directions. No one came. Finally the doors opened and Jenny gratefully stepped inside. The doors were closing and she was almost ready to go when to her horror the doors opened again! Someone else was getting on!
Jenny recognized the same grad student from her trip up. He didn't even notice her until the doors were closed. Jenny sat in a corner with a cornered look trying to hide her body but her bra and panties could be seen between her shaking fingers. The student finally looked her way, and looked away quickly. In humiliation Jenny tried to cover her face, exposing the full of her luscious body. She saw him look at her several more times, trying to look like he was minding his own business. It seemed like an eternity they were stuck there together with Jenny in a state of undress. She prayed it would end soon. After what seemed like hours the doors opened and the student walked out quickly, taking one last eyeful out of the corner of his eye. As the doors opened Jenny stepped out, hiding behind a corner and looking. She had forgotten about the lobby! There were dozens of people here, and there was no other way out. She would have to do this.
Jenny prepared for the worst embarrassment she could think of. She waited until it looked like no one was looking, and kicked off her high-heeled shoes so she could run.
Jenny ran for the door as fast as she could, covering her face as she ran. Everyone immediately looked up as Jenny ran by in plain sight, and she tried to avoid their gazes. But she also neglected to look where she was going. As she ran by a wall she felt something tug on her bra strap. The end of a flagpole had hooked underneath it, and Jenny did not have enough time to think before it tore it completely off! Her gorgeous breasts spilled out of their cups, jiggling as she ran crying for the door. Clad only in her pink cotton panties Jenny ran faster, jumping in between the doors as they rotated. Only a few more inches until she was outside, Jenny thought. Finally the rotating door reached the other side! Jenny jumped out, but was stopped in her tracks. Her panties were caught on the end of the revolving door! Jenny lunged back to unhook them but the door they were attached to continued moving past the wall and back inside again! She felt a horrible pulling at her waist as her panties were stretched farther and farther. She tried to move with them but to no avail. The same terrible ripping sound she had heard so often sounded again, tearing her panties from off her bare ass and dragging them away as the doors continued to rotate. Everyone on the crowded street gathered around the doors and Jenny pushed her way through the crowd, crying and still covering her face as hands covered her naked body and squeezed her tight ass. She ran across the pavement with every inch of flesh exposed to where her car was and pulled the handle. It was locked.
She had left her purse in the restroom.