Camilla's skirt

The zip parted from the material, tearing an oval open in the back of Camilla's skirt to reveal light blue floral panties to match her bra.

"Oh, crap!" Camilla gasped, feeling at the rip, "At this rate I'll be naked before we get much further."

"I, er... I hope not." I said unconvincingly.

"Yeah, right," Camilla said, "You... Oop, my boob!" she realised her bra cup had slipped down, and tugged it up again. "I suppose you didn't notice that?"

"Of course not." I replied.