Her Jeans Are Gone

Megan made it across the shop as quickly as she could, shouldering open the storeroom door, and stepping inside. She bent over the shelf to gently place the books onto one of the nearby shelves, her shirt once again riding up, this time enough to flash her plump butt tightly wrapped in the thin green fabric of her undershorts.

As she straightened, she quickly tugged down the hem of her shirt, trying to keep herself covered, and her eyes drifted down, taking in her legs, bare from the top of her socks to the bottom of her shorts, and she felt an involuntary shiver run through her, both scared and a little bit thrilled to be standing at work with her underwear on display.

Taking a deep breath she stepped out of the room and back into the shop proper, once again feeling slightly ridiculous to be walking around the bookshop with her underwear on display. For some reason the feeling of her socks slipping on the tiled floor seemed even more ridiculous. At least she only had a few more seconds to worry about it.

Or so she thought. Fear began to well up inside her as she reached the spot she thought she had left her jeans, but there was no sign. She darted around a couple of the stands, searching the floor, but they were completely gone.

She felt the blood drain from her face as she slowly turned her head towards the front door of the store. Had someone actually come in? If they had, had they found her jeans and trainers and taken them away? Even worse, were they still here?

As that thought entered her mind, she quickly ducked down behind the closest bookshelf, unable to resist a glance at her bare thighs as she huddled there, an unfortunate reminder of how exposed she was.