Jean drop

Amy made it as far as the edge of the food court, finally stepping out into the thankfully still quite main concourse of the Mall, still leaving a trail of water behind her. As the water dripped off her body it seemed to gather in her jeans, making the denim far heavier than normal.

Amy was so focused on keeping her shirt pulled closed around her she didn't notice the first slip, as the weight of her jeans nudged them down, revealing the soft pink of her panties.

One more step was all it took, and they plummeted to the floor, poolling by her ankles.

Amy wanted to shriek, but didn't want to draw attention to herself, as she let go of her shirt, bending to tug her jeans back up her legs.

The shirt swung wide open, and as she bent, her bra strained against her breasts, revealing an impressive cleavage, bouncing each time she tried to tug the wet jeans back up her legs. How had they fallen so easily and yet when trying to pull them back up they seemed to want to stick to her body?

After what felt like hours, Amy finally got the jeans mostly back up, a thin sliver of her panties still on display as one hand held the tops of her jeans, the other, pulling her shirt closed as best she could once more, picking up her pace as she made her way towards the exit of the mall.