It wasn't smooth, it wasn't controlled, and it wasn't without its
effects, but at least it was consistent. Every ten minutes, she lost two
or three inches.
It scared her. It excited her. Every inch of her, inside and out,
tingled as various sensations coursed through her body. She couldn't
help but close her eyes as adrenaline, fueled by fear and arousal,
pierced her every nerve.
The first twenty minutes saw her miniskirt touch her knees. The next ten
saw her knees touch the floor. She shivered and shook, her body flushed
and red. She began to sweat, to gasp for air. The other two occupants
in the room were paralyzed with fascination.
The sight never grew boring. An hour in, Kara finally lost her
composure. She stood and her skirt dropped off her body. Her t-shirt
hung at mid thigh, one shoulder exposed. Her hands ran unconsciously
over her body,
