Her shirt tears

RIP!

The sound was loud enough that the entire class heard it. Leaning so far forward had overtaxed Sandry's poor shirt, and it had split all the way up her back. Since the shirt was so tight on her voluptuous body, as soon as its tension was released it snapped into action. Like a spring, it whipped itself away from Sandry's back, both sides meeting in front of her chest. Had it not been for the blouse's long sleeves on Sandry's arms it likely would have launched itself off her body altogether! Instead, her sleeves remained intact, but the rest of the shirt's fabric crumpled into a small pile in front of her chest, only slightly covering the matching red Wonder Woman bra that Sandry wore.

Sandry gasped as she realized her shirt had suddenly unwrapped itself from around her body. She stood up and tried to pull her shirt back into a form of cover for her torso, but failed horribly. For those sitting behind Sandry, they had an uninterrupted view of the back of her body. Every inch of skin from her neck down to her socks was visible, except for her bra clasp and the thin waistband of her ruined panties around her hips. The whole class had erupted into laughter and cheers at the spectacle.

After a few attempts Sandry gave up and settled for simply holding her arms in front of her breasts. Unbeknownst to her, her frantic motions had let her half-ruined panties drift down her legs again, exposing her pussy to the entire front of the class.

"Sandry!" Miss Lane barked, trying to bring the class under control, "That is quite enough!"

"S-sorry!" was all Sandry could say, her face a deep shade of red.

"Take a seat at once! The rest of you quiet down and pay attention!"

Sandry hurried to comply, taking a step back to her seat. But as she did, she felt resistance around her knees. Sandry glanced down and realized it was her panties! Just a fraction of a second too slow, she reached down to grab them. But she was too slow. The left side of the waistband finally snapped completely through, and the panties launched off her leg like a slingshot. They arced through the air to her right, landing under a classmate's desk a few rows over.

Sandry clamped one of her hands over her pussy, now aware that many of her classmates had seen her most intimate spot, and sat back down. With one hand covering her crotch and the other clutching her shirt to her chest, Sandry desperately hoped she could make it through the lesson unscathed.