Skirt Chasing 소설 & 이야기

Mother is going to kill me if she sees me in this state. With the tree as support, I manage to get up to my feet. I then look down at my long skirt which has a flair at the hem, as well as a slit by the side that aided my running. A weird-looking skirt, I know. But I can see that it has been ruined in most part.

Time to grasp the nettle, prepare herself for battle and meet the opposition. She showered, deliberated, discarded one ensemble after another, then settled for a burntsienna skirt in cotton crepe, flowing, button fronted, semi transparent. It undulated about her legs, sometimes opaque, at other times displaying the misty outline of the gap between her thighs and the minute scrap of matching silk covering her full, rounded triangle of freshly washed pussy hair.

I caught a glimpse of her before she suddenly stretched, and when she noticed my quick look at him, she sat down properly. "It's over, sir; cancel everything, as you ordered," she said with a smile, but my attention was not there. Because of the stretching she did earlier, the skirt she was wearing slipped a bit. Does she like short skirts? Because of its slit, I can see her smooth and white thigh. I tried to focus on driving, but I couldn't help but glance at her thigh! She's wearing a short skirt with a slit! I took my white handkerchief from my pocket while one hand was still on the steering wheel.

Richard, I want to ask you to chase her. "Chase her?" Richard suddenly frowned, and his face became a bit twisted. "Susan, what do you mean? You know that I like you!" "Don't get so excited, I don't want you to chase her for real," Susan said with a sly look. "I just want her to fall in love with you, and then you throw her away, like garbage!” "Has she offended you?" Richard asked calmly, then with dissatisfaction said, "If this is the case, I will simply ask someone to teach her a lesson. Why do you want me to chase her?"

What the heck? I glared, looked back at her. "Why would you do this?" She shrugged. "Learn to be careful when walking." Enraged, I decided to ignore her, hurrying to leave here. Some of the crowd were still walking to their seats, so I could quickly get to the restroom before anyone would notice me. But, in the process of trying to escape another embarrassment, my legs stumbled against each other, and that made me step on my gown. "Oh my gosh." I accidentally pushed a young dude, which almost made me fall. To save himself from falling, he pushed me back with so much force.

And after a little more rustling, a young woman emerged, clearly wondering what she had stumbled upon. She was a tall, slender female with dusky skin and long dark hair, dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt. Mikhail couldn't miss the lithe play of muscle in her arms as they hung by her side. Her head was cocked at an angle; brown eyes brimming with mirth as she surveyed his predicament. "I'm just gonna go ahead and take a stab that this is probably the last place you want to be right now?" And Mikhail found himself grinning at her straightforwardness, "Er, yes, I would definitely rather be somewhere else right now, damn, this is so embarrassing!"

She whisper-shouted , bending down to scratch her right ankle through her stockings. "I mean, I've got this, so don't worry,"I reassured her, despite the painic inside of me. And that's when my eyes saw Leslie with a cluster of her equally annoying minions. Standing next to the bleachers talking heatedly amongst themselves was Leslie .The skirt she wore was like two years too small to conceal her butt cheeks as the lower potion of them peeked under it without shame. Same goes for her three minion buddies with poor fashion choice and big blonde hair were heavily laddened with intoxicating hairsprays. As Roxie would say, Pleated skirts are so last year.

she grinned. I walked further in, letting my fingers graze over fabric after fabric. For the first time in a while, I felt almost… okay. Just me and Zane. No drama. No mates. No family pressure. No whispered threats from weird phone numbers. And then I saw it. The skirt. The way it stood out in such a black and high waisted way that drew me in was so much. Flattering. Edgy. Dangerous. Like something Mira 2.0 would wear once she finally left the pack behind.

She said she needed to say something. “You know what, Mr. Stutter's girlfriend will come to this coming event! OMG, she looks like a supermodel. Her body figure will make you think of why life is so unfair!” She dramatically stated. I felt like my heart was gripped so hard, I felt the pain in my chest. I don't know why, do I care for him?

Again Tasha had to resist the urge to fiddle with her new violet-black skirt. It had been one of those love-at-first-sight purchases. She loved how the outer edges, running from her hips to just over mid-thigh, looked to be laced up—as if just a tug would have the whole thing on the floor. She also loved the feel of the black silk underskirt against her skin. Shame it hadn’t had some kind of warning label to alert her to the fact that whenever she sat down it was going to creep up her thighs.