A friendly flashing

Jane and Tamie were poised to have a normal lunch at their favorite local fast-food establishment when disaster struck.

“Is that who I think it is?” Tamie asked her friend.

Jane looked to where her best friend was pointing and her heart nearly stopped as she saw Tyler eating his lunch at one of the tables.

“W-we should eat s-somewhere else,” she stammered, her cheeks turning rosy.

“What?” Tamie raised an eyebrow, “No, you need to talk to him. How are you ever going to go on a date if you don’t talk?”

“No, no, no!” Jane shook her head frantically, “I’d never be able to catch his attention looking like this!” she gestured to her t-shirt and skirt, “Let’s just get lunch and worry about him another day…”

Tamie sighed in annoyance but ultimately followed her friend to the front counter. Having listened to Jane fawn about Tyler for the past few months it annoyed her that her friend didn’t take the chance to actually introduce herself. Jane was always an outgoing person, but when it came to Tyler she avoided him like the plague.

As the two awaited their orders, Jane continued to avoid even looking in Tyler's general direction. Tamie’s annoyance only grew. She could feel the tension between them in the air and it was suffocating her.

If Jane wasn’t going to do something, she had to.

Peering over her shoulder she gestured over to Tyler, drawing his attention away from his lunch. He watched her curiously as she gripped the back of Jane’s skirt.

With a quick tug, the base of her skirt was pulled up and over her ass. Tyler nearly choked on his sandwich as he caught a glimpse of her ass.

Jane, shocked by her friend, quickly reached behind herself and corrected her skirt.

“What are you doing?!” she asked.

“I’m giving Tyler a peek at your goods,” Tamie smirked, once again pulling up the back of her skirt.

Tyler took the opportunity to again admire Jane’s shapely buttocks and bikini tan lines. Still, he couldn’t see her panties but presumed she was wearing a thong covered by her dress.

“You’re not giving him a peek! You’re showing him everything!” again Jane corrected her skirt, her face glowing crimson.

“Come on, don’t hold out on him!” Tamie chuckled, giving the back of her skirt a mighty tug upwards, perhaps too mighty, as this time the skirt lifted all the way to her waist.

There were no mysteries left for Tyler as he could see the whole of her ass and not a pair of panties in sight!

Tamie, realizing she was exposing more about her friend than she had meant, quickly released her skirt.

Jane frantically fixed her clothing. Her face burned red as she stood there, stiffly holding the back of her skirt down. She didn’t dare look behind her.

Tamie began to wonder if she might’ve gone a bit too far. Of course, there was always the chance that no one had noticed. Perhaps Tyler had gotten distracted and didn’t even see the commotion.

In a **** attempt to relieve her uneasiness, Tamie peered over her shoulder. To her dismay not only was Tyler looking in their direction but pretty much every other patron in the building had their attention on Jane. She might as well have been wearing a sign that said, “I’m going commando!”

Tamie turned away from the gawkers. Her stomach churned as she started to feel the sting of secondhand embarrassment. Perhaps she did go a bit too far…