Her panties are caught on the seat.

Candace was stopped by a tug from behind. She stopped short, looked behind her and saw a horrible sight - her panties were ripped, and caught on the arm rest. It was snagged pretty good, she could see, and she knew it would take a minute to untangle them. She panicked, and didn't know what to do, or how to explain herself.

Window Seat Guy cleared his throat behind her, and she turned around to see his impatient expression. She swallowed, throat dry. Against her will, she continued her walk to the aisle.

Sure enough, the panties rip. The sound rings in her ears, and she brings her hands down to cover her crotch before she can assess the damages. Window Seat Guy walks to the bathroom, and she sits back down. Aisle Seat Guy is still averting his gaze from her.

Candace took a deep breath, then removed her hands, looking down. She almost cried out. The left hip had completely torn, sending the fabric fluttering over her right leg. The entire top portion of her pussy was completely exposed, along with her right ass cheek. The damage was so extensive that the very beginning of her pussy lips were plainly visible.

She realized how much of her was exposed, and planted her hands back over her crotch. She looked up, and Aisle Seat Guy looked away. Had he snuck a glance?! Candace's heart pounded. Had a stranger just seen her pussy?

Just then, Window Seat Guy came back. Candace looked up at him.