The Skirt

Left with a decision between bad and worse, each second she remained naked felt like an eternity. Isabel grimaced seeing nothing she could use to cover her pale mammaries, bouncing nervously as she looked between the two. Sending her pale assets jiggling wildly for any lucky onlookers who may have noticed, she begrudgingly made her choice.

Grabbing the tiny running shorts and pulling at their waistband made Isabel’s heart drop. They would be TIGHT on her & push the definition of what could be called shorts. Thoughts began running through Izzy’s head. Her ass quaking obscenely with each step, the tiny skin-tight shorts offering her no support and leaving nothing to the imagination… Shaking her head she threw the shorts down and snatched up the skirt ready for SOME kind of cover.

Pulling up the dainty short skirt Isabel found it only marginally better than the alternative. While she took some solace in her curves being concealed now, the length of the skirt left much to be desired. Sitting more like a micro skirt on Izzy It came down to just below her naked sex in the front and sitting uselessly on her curvy ass. This made bending and reaching for anything completely out of the question. At the same time, the rustling material made the tiny skirt unsuitable for running and helpless against any winds.

Looking down past her still-exposed jug’s Isabel was filled with dread. Racking her brain she realized she could take both! However just as she reached down to grab the shorts she was startled by the nearby crash of a football followed by an “I’ll get it!” This made Isabel’s blood run cold as she backed away clutching her enormous breasts with both hands as she looked around. Her mind now focused entirely on getting home. She left the shorts behind as she crept away in the opposite direction from the approaching voices, hoping beyond hope things wouldn’t get any worse…