Erin, the accident-prone

Erin was clumsy, and she knew it. She was always fumbling over herself in increasingly awkward and embarrassing ways, but there was really nothing she could do about it.

Today, Erin was wearing her typical off-white turtleneck and a dark green short skirt with long black stockings. Her plump breasts filled out her shirt, which dragged the bottom of the garment up above her belly button. Despite her chronic slips and falls, Erin had neglected to put on a pair of panties, but soon forgot her hidden immodesty as the day began and muggy warmth made her glad she wasn’t wearing anything thicker.

She moved with unwarranted confidence, tucking a golden lock of her pixie cut which was tickling her cheek back behind her maple colored ears. With even that mildest of distractions, she lost concentration and her foot slid…