Jealous breeze

Bailey was positively radiant as she stood in front of the green screen, her excitement practically electric. Today was only her third day on the air, but she was ready to make a memorable impression. Her tight skirt hugged her curves, accentuating her shapely hips and smooth, toned legs. The skirt, which flared slightly before tapering down past her knees, highlighted the graceful lines of her body.

Her blouse was a perfect fit, clinging to her full, rounded bust in a way that left little to the imagination. The fabric, delicate yet form-fitting, accentuated every curve.

Behind the scenes, Jenna was adjusting the fans with a barely concealed smirk. Jenna had once been the station's star meteorologist, and Bailey’s recent promotion had stung her deeply. Her resentment simmered as she increased the fan settings, her mind set on teaching Bailey a lesson.

Bailey began her segment with her trademark enthusiasm. “Good morning, everyone! I’m Bailey, and I’m here to bring you the latest weather updates. Today, we’re looking at some strong winds coming in from the northwest—”

Before she could finish, the fans roared to life with a ferocity that took Bailey by surprise. Instead of a gentle breeze, she was hit by a blast of wind so powerful it felt like being caught in a hurricane. Her skirt, which had clung to her hips just moments ago, was instantly thrown into chaos, fluttering wildly and then lifting up completely.

Bailey’s eyes widened in shock as she felt her blouse begin to strain against the gusts. Buttons flew off one by one, revealing her bra—its lace barely concealing her full, pert breasts that jiggled slightly with every movement. The wind continued its ****, making her blouse billow and flap uncontrollably. Her attempts to hold it together were futile.

As Bailey was spun around, the wind caught her skirt and sent it swirling upwards. Her thong, a minimal piece of fabric, remained in place but offered only the barest coverage. It clung to her body, barely concealing her rear and the sides of her hips. The camera captured every detail, giving viewers an unfiltered view of her exposed backside.

Bailey’s face turned a deep crimson as she struggled to regain her composure. Her blouse was now in tatters, hanging loosely around her shoulders and exposing more of her lace bra. Her skirt was completely out of control, having been blown up and away. The thong she wore, though it still covered her intimate areas, left little to the imagination due to its minimal design. The studio fell into an uneasy silence as Bailey’s humiliation became starkly apparent.

Jenna watched from behind the scenes, her eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and schadenfreude. The viewers at home were getting an unplanned, intimate view of Bailey, and Jenna’s scheme had played out exactly as she had hoped.

Bailey’s mind raced as she stood there, the weight of every eye in the studio upon her. The moment stretched on, her body exposed and ****, and she could think only of escaping the spotlight and regrouping.