Devine Intervention

Panic seized his wife as she cried out for assistance, desperation lacing her pleas for help. Marissa's friends reacted swiftly, rushing towards the fallen professor without hesitation. Sensing their urgency, Marissa trailed close behind them and immediately identified her perverted professor amidst the chaos, he was unmistakable without his shades.

Instinctively aware of the potential threat he still posed even in this compromised state, Marissa pressed down on her skirt with a protective hand and cautiously took a step back. Even in his current state, there lingered an insidious desire within him, to cast his gaze upwards and explore the forbidden realm beneath her skirt. Marissa knew all too well that it was her vigilant defence that had just shielded her from an almost certain view up her skirt at that very moment. Grateful for her quick reflexes and unwavering commitment to safeguarding her modesty, she silently thanked whatever cosmic forces had intervened to spare her from further exposure under such circumstances.

As Galloway's consciousness waned, panic seized Marissa, making her swiftly drop down onto her knees beside him to check for a pulse. In her flurry of movement, a surge of apprehension caused her legs to involuntarily part slightly, a vulnerable moment that exposed the delicate fabric of her white lace panties to the prying eyes of unsuspecting onlookers. Aware of the inadvertent display, she swiftly closed her knees and redirected her attention back to Galloway's critical condition.

Frantically searching for his pulse with mounting desperation, Marissa's heart pounded in her chest. Unable to locate any sign of life beneath his skin, she rose from her kneeling position with a sense of urgency, mindful this time not to repeat the previous unintended exposure. Her hand remained firmly pressed against the protective barrier offered by her skirt, an anchor against further vulnerability.

Standing there amidst the commotion that encircled them, Marissa grappled with an unwelcome realization: she knew what needed to be done but recoiled at the prospect. Not like this, not in this undersized skirt that left little room for modesty. Not in front of this gathered crowd who ogled without understanding. Not while straddling him as she attempted CPR. The thought flickered through her mind, a hesitant whisper reminding her that she was woefully underdressed for such an onerous undertaking. Despite these reservations biting at every fibre of her being, Marissa understood that trying was necessary, a responsibility she couldn't shy away from even if every inch of her resisted.

Summoning every ounce of courage she could muster, Marissa clutched the front of her skirt tightly with one hand, a dire effort to maintain a semblance of modesty in the face of vulnerability. With flushed cheeks betraying her trepidation, she once again knelt down on her knees, keenly aware that her actions brought them all closer to an intimate view of her panties. The knowledge that Galloway lay before her, an evil figure who had violated the sanctity beneath her skirt countless times despite her relentless resistance, only intensified the raw emotions surging within.

As Marissa positioned herself to begin chest compressions, doubts settled into the corners of her mind. Could anyone have possibly glimpsed those fleeting moments when she kneeled down and presented a flash of white panties? Despite this uncertainty plaguing her thoughts, Marissa found herself acutely aware and overwhelmed by a sense of nakedness, a searing exposure that left no room for shielding herself from prying eyes.

As panic began to resurface within her, Marissa pondered if she could manage the chest compressions using just one free hand. Yet, upon swift consideration, she dismissed the idea knowing it would never fulfill the crucial requirement of reaching a minimum depth of two inches. The realization struck hard, causing panic to surge anew through every inch of her being. She glanced around anxiously and noticed everyone's expectant gaze fixed upon her, waiting for action.

Remaining on her knees beside Galloway, Marissa acknowledged the gravity of the situation and readied herself for what needed to be done. Drawing closer to him, she instinctively squeezed her thighs together as tightly as possible, a reflexive attempt to guard against any unintended exposure amid the chaos surrounding them.

With a determined resolve, Marissa began the chest compressions, fully aware of the risks that lay within her undersized attire. Each forceful thrust administered with precision caused her perky C cups to dangerously jiggle inside her tube top, threatening to break free from their delicate confines. In a constant battle against imminent exposure, she found herself repeatedly tugging up on her top in an effort to keep them securely contained, an unfortunate spectacle that only served to draw further attention to her strained struggle.

Within this sea of silent bystanders, eyes were fixed upon Marissa, observing not just her valiant fight with an unruly tube top and minuscule skirt but silently hoping for a misstep. Their collective gaze bore down upon her, a mix of curiosity, anticipation, and perhaps even malicious intent lived within their hollow stares.

As the gruelling battle continued, fatigue crept its way into Marissa's body, forcing her to momentarily lower her butt against her heels. The relentless task of keeping count of compressions demanded her full attention, leaving little room for adequate defence of her vulnerable skirt. Despite her efforts, she reluctantly accepted that at least one pair of eyes in the crowd must have caught a glimpse of her white panties by now, a realization that brought both embarrassment and frustration.

To compound matters further, Galloway's unconscious gaze rested perilously close to the enticing allure of the panty triangle peering from beneath Marissa's skirt. Though fleeting thoughts insinuated themselves within Marissa's mind, whispers suggesting that perhaps this was all an elaborate ruse engineered by Professor Galloway to indulge in his perverse desires... She quickly dismissed such absurd notions. After all, with no pulse coursing through his veins, he couldn't possibly fake his condition just to satisfy his voyeuristic tendencies...not yet, at least.

As Marissa's tireless efforts endured, a shift in the collective focus of the bystanders became noticeable. Their gaze began to stray from the unconscious form of Professor Galloway and fixate more intently upon the captivating sight of Marissa's skirt-clad figure. Those positioned in front of her cast eager, lingering glances towards the topmost expanse of her exposed thighs, yearning to capture every fleeting glimpse of her pristine white lace panties. Simultaneously, those situated behind her covertly relished in witnessing the occasional rise of her skirt, revealing glimpses of her pantie-clad buttocks.

Awareness flooded through Marissa, though she desperately attempted to tune out the chatter around her. But then it happened, an insidious whisper that found its way into Marissa's consciousness: "Lace?" The single word hung in the air like a cruel taunt, a reminder of a regrettable choice in today's attire. Instantly, embarrassment painted Marissa's cheeks crimson as remorse flooded over her for selecting this undersized denim miniskirt from her younger days. In that moment, it felt as though every gaze stripped away layers of clothing until she stood bare before them all, not just physically exposed, but vulnerable beneath their prying eyes.

Marissa, unaware of the professor's subtle movement, swiftly tugged her skirt down and resumed her chest compressions with unwavering determination. Oblivious to the flicker in Galloway's eyes, she remained focused on the life-saving task at hand.

In a flurry of deep compressions carried out with measured force, Marissa continued her heroic efforts. Then, as if by some divine intervention, Galloway's eyes shot open, an awakening that could only be described as miraculous. He had been granted a second chance at life, a gift bestowed upon him with one undeniable perk. A front row seat to witness something truly breathtaking: an up-close and personal view of Marissa's delicate white lace panty triangle beneath her undersized denim miniskirt. Her panties remain hidden from prying eyes in the crowd but not from him, not from this incredible vantage point merely inches away from her intimate centre.

As Marissa unwittingly persisted in her compressions, Galloway found himself ensnared by the intoxicating allure of this unguarded moment. He found himself captivated by the small opening between her tightening thighs, a path leading towards blissful darkness where he knew her panties laid hidden countless times before. But not this time, not from this perfect angle wherein no fabric nor shadow could obscure his view. He had finally discovered the light at the end of the tunnel he had always yearned for. The glow of Marissa's panties against the backdrop of shadows hypnotized him beyond measure, a culmination of desires long held captive within his imagination.

As Marissa continued her life-saving mission, Professor Galloway found himself captivated by the sight before him. Inch by inch, his eyes devoured the divine view of Marissa's white lace panties, something that had eluded his gaze for countless semesters. In this near-death encounter, he finally beheld the secret Marissa had concealed for so long, a hidden treasure unveiled in all its glory. His gaze lingered with unwavering awe as he admired the delicate lace that adorned her white panties.

The fabric embraced every curve of her womanhood grace. Soft and pristine, the white lace contrasted against the warmth of Marissa's skin, a bewitching fusion of innocence and desire that intensified his longing. His gaze fixated on the dainty scalloped edges, each delicate detail amplifying his anticipation. Like an exquisite frame, they encircled her most intimate contours, teasingly hinting at what lay beyond without fully relinquishing their secrets. The gentle stretch of the fabric revealed just enough to ignite his wild imagination.

The pristine whiteness radiated purity, an ethereal glow that pulled him closer, extending an irresistible invitation to delve deeper into the hidden world beneath. It was an invitation he yearned to accept, a promise of untold pleasures awaiting those daring enough to explore them.

Taken aback by the unexpected sight of Galloway's wide-open eyes, Marissa jumped, her heart skipping a beat. Startled by this abrupt awakening from what she thought was certain death, her instinctive reaction sent a jolt of panic coursing through her veins, a reflex that caused her tightly closed thighs to involuntarily part further, a moment of vulnerability she never anticipated.

In that fateful instant, as if governed by some twisted fate, Marissa found herself at the mercy of an unfortunate circumstance, the worst possible timing for such an embarrassing mishap. Her face flushed crimson with mortification, mirroring the intense embarrassment that engulfed her very being. With fear etched across her features, she glanced down toward the state of her skirt, an undeniable symbol of vulnerability now heightened beyond measure.

Her once neatly arranged hemline had shamelessly ridden up to an uncomfortable height, a blatant violation against Marissa's sense of modesty. As if mocking her misfortune further, her knees pointed directly towards her perverted professor, an unintentional gesture that left her delicate pantie-covered crotch staggeringly close to his prying gaze, a mere inch away from being cruelly laid bare before him.

In the bitter wake of her realization, Marissa found herself grappling with a profound sense of loss, her once fiercely guarded secret, those alluring lace panties she had so skillfully protected, now lay exposed before her professor's gaze. It was a devastating blow to her pride and dignity, one that pierced the depths of her being and left a tear cascading down her flushed cheek. In this distressing moment, she felt as though she had inadvertently surrendered something precious to Galloway, her dignity intertwined with the fabric of those delicate white panties. A turbulent mix of humiliation and frustration surged within Marissa, an unwelcome intrusion into what should have been a moment solely dedicated to saving lives.

Desperate to reclaim some semblance of modesty, Marissa instinctively lunged into action. With fierce determination etched across her face, one hand swiftly descended towards her trembling thighs, their touch offering both comfort and protection. Gripping onto the hemline for dear life, she sought to shield what remained from further scrutiny, a gesture fueled by desperation and an unquenchable desire to regain some semblance of control over this distressing situation.

A twisted smile crept onto Professor Galloway's lips, a grim recognition of the all-too-familiar sight, the telltale maneuvering of Marissa's hands, so meticulously orchestrated to obscure and deny him the heavenly view he so craved. It was, in his eyes, a predictable act of panic, a desperate last resort to salvage what remained hidden beneath her skirt. The professor had coined this particular move as Marissa's "panic move," a name that carried both amusement and annoyance.

Like an unholy ritual played out time and time again, her hands taunted him with their ability to deny him of his desires, an unwelcome reminder of past encounters when they had brazenly thwarted his voyeuristic attempts at Marissa's panties. These very hands had robbed him of numerous pantie shots, a jarring reminder buried deep within his mind.

Professor Galloway's penetrating gaze was abruptly shattered as he finally tore his eyes away from the intoxicating sight of Marissa's white lace panties. His attention shifted upwards to her gorgeous face, covered with meticulous layers of makeup that enhanced her already stunning features. The flawless foundation expertly concealed any imperfections, while the precisely drawn eyeliner framed her innocent yet captivating eyes.

However, before the professor could fully appreciate this newfound perspective, his attention was interrupted by a loud piercing scream. A blend of surprise and defeat resonated deeply within Marissa's vocal cords. The shock had propelled her into a hasty attempt to distance herself from his unsettling stare, a scramble driven by a desperation to escape.

In an unfortunate twist of events, panic clouded Marissa's judgment as she struggled to regain composure. She clumsily attempted to rise from her kneeling position, planting one foot on the ground in an unladylike manner, an act born out of sheer instinct rather than refined poise. However, even as she clung courageously onto the resilient denim hemline with one hand, her undersized miniskirt stubbornly resisted all attempts to press it any farther between her gently parted highs. The fabric offered little in concealing the exposed secret beneath.

Professor Galloway's jaw slackened in awe as he took in the scene unfolding before him, the warm glow from the mall lights filtering through Marissa's parted thighs, exposing yet another much-desired glimpse of her most intimate secret. In her desperate struggle to regain her footing, Marissa's relentless attempts to retain control were futile against the rebellious fabric of her skirt, revealing the lace-clad beauty beneath.

As if granted a divine revelation, Galloway felt his heart race as he stared shamelessly at the intricate lacework illuminated by the soft beams of light, each delicate thread unveiled in its full glory. It was as if all his prayers had been answered, a testament to his unwavering devotion and unwritten pact with some higher power that had finally allowed this sacred illumination to penetrate through layers of resistance. The impenetrable fortress of Marissa's skirt had finally yielded.

Overwhelmed by an intoxicating wave of lust-filled excitement, Professor Galloway felt consciousness slipping through his grasp once more. As arousal coursed through his veins with unstoppable force, he began succumbing to an insatiable hunger that pushed him further into unconsciousness.

Marissa regained her footing, a surge of determination fueling her actions. Without hesitation, she firmly gripped the edges of her skirt with both hands and tugged it downwards, effectively concealing her panties that had inadvertently captivated Professor Galloway. Her legs now locked tightly together, yet her flushed face betrayed lingering embarrassment.

As Marissa's gaze fell upon her professor once more, she couldn't escape the unmistakable hunger emanating from his eyes, a disconcerting mixture of peer lust and undeniable desire. A solitary tear escaped down her cheek as a sense of betrayal mingled with overpowering defeat, a realization that despite all efforts to shield herself from his prying gaze, she had become yet another victim to his predatory intentions.

The sudden collision between Marissa's despair and the unexpected exposure of her bright lace panties proved to be too overwhelming for Galloway's aging faculties to endure. As if surrendering to this explosive climax, consciousness wavered and slipped from his grasp, a hasty retreat before impact with the unforgiving floor beneath.

Adopting a narrow stance, she pressed both hands unwaveringly against the front of her skirt, an unwavering guard destined never again to succumb to his manipulative tactics any longer. She would not be drawn back into this twisted dance between them. There would be no further compromise.

The wailing sirens of the approaching ambulance sliced through the air, drowning out all other sounds. The paramedics swiftly descended upon Professor Galloway, their gloved hands expertly performing chest compressions in an effort to revive him. With utmost care, they secured him onto a stretcher before rushing him away from the scene.

Now left alone amidst the fading chaos, Marissa maintained her relentless grip on her skirt, a futile attempt to retain some semblance of control during this whirlwind of emotions. Overwhelmed by grief and confusion, tears streamed down her face as she sought comfort in the soft embrace of Lauren's shoulders, an instinctual sanctuary against life's cruelties.

In this moment of raw vulnerability, Marissa grappled with conflicting emotions. Pure intentions had driven her actions, a desire to assist and aid someone who had tormented her for far too long. Yet it clouded her understanding as she struggled to comprehend why Professor Galloway consistently resorted to such extreme measures in his insatiable quest for access to what she had fiercely protected: her panties.

Marissa found herself grappling with a profound sense of loss, having inadvertently relinquished that which she held dear and defended so valiantly for countless years.

With sympathetic gazes fixed upon the distraught pair, bystanders observed as Marissa and Lauren made their way toward the parking lot. The onlookers, oblivious to the true nature of Marissa's tears, assumed she mourned the loss of a dear friend. Their assumptions were far removed from the truth that lay hidden beneath her sorrowful facade.

With an outstretched hand and a graceful gesture, Lauren extended her support to Marissa, guiding her towards the refuge of her car. Understanding the need for respite from the day's mortifying events, she kindly offered to provide Marissa with a ride home, a comforting act born from genuine compassion.

Grateful for this lifeline amidst her storm of emotions, Marissa accepted Lauren's offer with deep appreciation. As she eased herself into the plush interior of her friend's SUV, an uncharacteristic slip in composure inadvertently caused her legs to part slightly, a momentary lapse that revealed a glimpse of her delicate white lace panties. Unbeknownst to anyone around them, this fleeting display went unnoticed, lost within the confines of their private sanctuary.