Skirt gets stuck

Yuki turned to rush to first period.

That’s when she felt it.

A sharp tug on the back of her short black skirt.

The hem had caught on the jagged metal latch of the locker door.

She took a step forward, but the skirt held her firmly in place. She frowned and reached behind her with one hand, tugging gently at the fabric.

It didn’t budge.

She pulled harder.

The skirt stayed stuck, the flouncy material wrapped tightly around the sharp edge. The back of the skirt had already ridden up high on her thicker thighs, and now the tug was making it ride up even further — exposing the lower curve of her plump, soft ass and the thin pink string of her slutty thong disappearing between her cheeks.

Yuki’s face instantly flushed with embarrassment.

She twisted her body, trying to free the skirt, but the more she moved, the worse the snag became. The fabric tore slightly at the seam with a soft rrrrrip, but the skirt remained firmly caught.

She was stuck.

Bent slightly forward at the waist, ass pushed out toward the hallway, short skirt hiked up, pink thong on full display.

The hallway was still quiet — most students were already in class — but she could hear distant footsteps and voices echoing from the main corridor.

Someone was coming.

Yuki’s heart pounded as she desperately tugged at the skirt with one hand while clutching her textbook with the other. She couldn’t get the locker door open again either — the latch was jammed from the snag.

She was trapped.

Exposed.

In the middle of the school hallway.