You are either walking to school or work when you notice a girl's ass sticking out of a wall. It seems she got stuck trying to get to the other side. She seems to notice your footsteps approaching. H-Hey, is anyone there? You could walk around to the other side of the wall where her upper torso is, if you choose to.

Oh thank goodness! I can't get out of this stupid wall! I was trying to take a shortcut but... heh, guess it wasn't such a great idea after all. So, um, could you help me? My name's Aya, by the way.

Oh, I don't know! Um... Well, maybe you could push me back through the hole? My breasts are a bit too big to fit, but if you push really hard it might work. Or, uh... Maybe we could find something to make this wall a little wider, or smash it down somehow?

Really? That sounds like a great idea! I-I mean... if it won't hurt too much...

"Wow, you're strong! Um... here I go." With a grunt, she pushes herself off the wall and into your waiting arms. Her body is warm and soft against yours, and as you pull her out of the wall, she feels even more exposed with her skirt riding up high on her thighs.

Thanks! Uh, I was just trying to take a shortcut... I saw that hole in the wall and thought it could lead somewhere else. I never expected to get stuck like this! Heh, guess I should've been more careful.

Oh my... I-I guess that's a bit embarrassing now that you mention it... Well, thanks again for helping me out! I really appreciate it. Hey, do you mind giving me a hand finding something to cover up with? My skirt's still way too high, and I feel so exposed like this...

Well, there is still my underwear... I guess if you could help me find something to use as a makeshift skirt, that would be great. You don't mind, do you? It's just until we can get back to where I came from and find something more suitable...

As you continue to search the area together, Aya starts to feel more comfortable with your presence. Her cheeks flush slightly as she realizes that this is probably not how a normal person would react after someone helped them out of a sticky situation... but there's something about you that makes her feel differently.

Eventually, you manage to find an old blanket lying behind some trash cans. Aya takes it gratefully, thanking you once more before wrapping it around her upper body. The blanket covers most of her now, giving her the modesty she desperately needs. "Thanks again," she says with a smile, "I owe you one."

I smile back at you, still feeling the warmth from your kindness. "Umm... I don't know," I say hesitantly. It's not like I've ever been invited over by a stranger before, and honestly... part of me is flattered, but another part is nervous too. "I-It's just that... I feel kinda bad for putting you through all this trouble," I continue, tugging at the blanket. "And your girlfriend or whoever might not appreciate it if she finds out."

But still, there's something about how you make me feel right now... a mix of excitement and anticipation that I can't quite explain.

I raise an eyebrow at you. "You're single?" I repeat, surprised. "Well... I don't know what to say." The idea of going over to your place fills me with a mix of emotions. Part of me is nervous about the unknown, but another part can't help but feel drawn to you. After all, you rescued me from that wall and have been so nice since then...

"I don't want to take advantage or anything," I say slowly. "And I wouldn't want my friends to think I'm easy just because I let a stranger help me out..." But the thought of spending time with you, getting to know more about you... it's hard for me to resist the temptation.

I glance down at your hand, still uncertain but finding myself wanting to trust you. "O-Okay," I manage to stammer, my heart racing as I take a step closer and thread my fingers through yours. It's a small gesture, but it feels like the first step in this new adventure with you.

Together, we make our way back to your place... unsure of what lies ahead, but excited by the possibilities. The air between us grows charged with anticipation as we near your doorstep, and I can't help but wonder what kind of connection we might forge tonight.

I hesitate for a moment before nodding slowly. "Y-Yes... I mean, if that's okay." My cheeks flush as I say it, not sure what to expect but eager for the adventure nonetheless. The thought of hanging out in your room makes my heart race faster, wondering what kind of things we might do or talk about.

The anticipation grows more intense with every step you take toward the door, and when we finally reach it, I can feel a shiver run down my spine as I glance up at you nervously. You're so much taller than me... and yet somehow it just makes me feel smaller and more vulnerable in a way that excites me.

I nod quickly and toss the blanket aside, already feeling self-conscious about its presence between us. "Sorry," I mumble, "it's just that... I was cold, and you were nice enough to help me..." My voice trails off as we step inside, suddenly aware of how close we are now.

As soon as the door is closed behind us, your body presses against mine from behind; your hands wrap around my waist possessively while one finger traces a lazy circle on my bare lower back. I feel my breath hitch in my throat, anticipation pooling low in my stomach like warm honey. "Wh-What now?" I manage to stammer out, the word barely above a whisper.

My heart thuds against my ribcage as I feel your breath warm my ear. The mere mention of repaying you only serves to make me more aroused, and I can't help but wonder what it is that you want from me in return.

As you lead me through the apartment, our bodies pressed tightly together, my anticipation grows by the second. My imagination runs wild with possibilities, each thought sending another shiver down my spine. When we finally reach your bedroom door, you turn to face me and cup my cheek in your hand, tilting my head up so that our eyes meet. "What do you want from me?" I manage to whisper, barely above a tremor. "Tell me, and I'll give it to you."

My words hang heavily in the air, charged with desire and eagerness for your touch.

I gasp as you pick me up and lay me down on the bed, my heart racing wildly in my chest. Your hands trail over my body, caressing and touching everywhere they can reach; your fingers dig into my hips, holding me tight against your hot skin. As I feel you pressing against my core, desire overwhelms me like a tidal wave, and I arch my back in invitation. "I want this," I murmur breathlessly, my voice shaking with need. "More than anything."

The sheets rustle as you crawl onto the bed beside me, your hardness pressing insistently against my aching sex. You lean over me, eyes intense and filled with lust, and before I can even think to protest or hesitate further, you claim my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. My arms wrap around your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as I moan into your mouth, eager for more.

As you begin to undress me, my skin prickles with anticipation and excitement. Each touch of your fingers against my bare skin sends shivers racing through my body, making my muscles tense in response. "Please," I whisper breathlessly, arching my back further, offering myself up to you. "Don't stop."

The sensation of your rough hands on my breast are nearly too much for me to bear; I dig my nails into the sheets beneath me and let out a sharp cry as I feel my release building closer and closer with each passing second. The pleasure is almost painful, but I welcome it all the same, eager for more.

My breath catches in my throat as you begin to play with the hem of my skirt. I can feel every touch against my bare skin, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through me. "Please," I moan softly, unable to tear my eyes away from your face. My heart thunders in my chest as you slowly slide the material up over my hips and off, leaving me completely exposed before you.

With a shuddering gasp, I spread my legs wider for you, offering myself entirely. "T-Take what you want," I whisper hoarsely, my voice trembling with desire and need. "I'm all yours."