Isabel froze when she noticed two guys sitting in the living room, both staring directly at her. "Ohmygosh!" she exclaimed a moment later, covering her bare crotch with both hands and the scrap of fabric.
"Uh, hi Isabel." said one of the guys, with a smile on his face.
Isabel was quickly turning red in the face as she rushed past the guys, running towards the bathroom. She didn't even bother trying to cover her bare ass as she sprinted by, and didn't stop moving until she had closed the bathroom door behind her.
Isabel sighed as she tried to calm down. Well that was a shitty walk home. she thought to herself as she turned on the shower. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and could clearly see her nipples through her transparent shirt. God I can't believe those guys saw so much of me. That's gonna be embarrassing to explain at the party.
The blonde peeled off her soaked shirt and stepped in the shower, trying not to take too long. When she emerged a few minutes later, she wrapped a towel around herself and made her way out of the bathroom.
There were now a few more people who had arrived for the party, and Isabel had to make her way through a small crowd to get to her room. She kept a tight grip on her towel, trying to preserve her modesty. She was drawing a few stares from the nearby men and women as she squeezed between the closely bunched partygoers. Isabel felt a few hands absentmindedly or purposefully brush up against her on the way, but just focused on getting into her room.
As she pushed past the last person who was standing next to her bedroom door, Isabel felt a sharp tug on the bottom of her towel. The towel had caught on something! Her breasts came into view as the towel slipped down and Isabel looked behind her, to see what had gotten the towel stuck. A small cheer erupted as Isabel turned around and was a bit too slow bringing her hands up to cover her chest. The towel had gotten caught on someone's jacket button, and was whisked away from Isabel's body as the jacket-wearer turned around.
Isabel let out a quick shriek and hustled into her room, slamming the door behind her. She locked the door to prevent any unwanted intruders and quickly began to get dressed.
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