Tug of war

Amy felt her pants tugged, causing her to fall. They were too tight to move thankfully but she knew who did it. Panicking, Amy realized it was a tug of war for her pants. She pulled in desperation and quickly sat back, hoping it would be okay. Amy felt someone tugging at the hem even harder. She could feel the fabric of her pants beginning to give way. She then heard a loud rip and realized her pants had been torn in two. The waistband remained on but the rest were quickly leaving to a thankfully empty corner. Amy quickly tried to cover herself, feeling embarrassed and exposed. She could feel her cheeks burning with humiliation. Amy wanted to scream in frustration, but all she could do was wait for an opportunity, not wanting to draw attention to her basically naked waist down. She quickly grabbed the book and looked around. Everybody was lost in thought and thankfully not looking. Quickly scooching over to the corner she glances up and sighs. Her pants are on the highest shelf giving anyone who passed by an excellent view of her women's hood. Amy swiftly grabbed a chair and climbed on top. Standing on her tiptoes she reached out for the pair of pants. Stretching her body full length, she reached out for what felt like an eternity. Her silhouette of an almost naked woman standing on her tip toes, reaching for her pants was amazing. It was an amazing sight to see her toned legs flexing and clenching her cheeks. Finally, her hand grasped the fabric and she slowly pulled the pants towards her. With a sigh of relief, she put them on and climbed down from the chair. She was thankful that no one had seen her in such an embarrassing position. Quickly putting them on and sighing with relief she notices her shirt is even shorter. Just barely covering the nips she quickly throws the book over her chest running out.