A trap

She quickly went to the living room and saw a denim skirt on the couch. “Oh thank you Jesus!” Something felt off about this as there is no way Grace would just forget this in the middle of the room. Brandi didn’t have time to figure out what the catch was and quickly pulled the skirt up. Well one thing was for certain: it was a short mini skirt: “uhhhhh oh…” is all she could say as she felt just how much of her ass was hanging out of the back from the skirt. It honestly wasn’t much better than when she was naked but at least half of her ass was covered as was her pussy.

However, the moment she started to move the lightweight fabric moved all around and displayed each ass cheeks. Even her pussy seemed to come out to play with her steps. That was her walking around the apartment she would be having to move much faster than that to get to class on time. She grimaced as this seemed to embarrass her more rather than fix the problem. She sighed heavily and said, “At least I’m covered…when standing still…” She needed to hurry so she grabbed her phone and keys while making her way out the door. “Gawd I hope it’s not windy today…” she said before opening the last barrier to the public.