Find a clean skirt

I tossed the panties and skirt into the hamper and quickly retrieved another similar skirt from the closet. As I turned to look toward the dresser where my clean panties were stored, I briefly thought about those pictures of the girls second folder that were shown in public without any underwear. What if I didn't wear any? That skirt is so long that nobody would notice. I'll be indoors, so there's no danger of wind lifting it. I can do this. Besides, it will save a few seconds for Jake. I pulled up on the skirt, grabbed the jump drive and headed out into the hall.

Walking felt different. With every step, the skirt seemed to gently caress my bare bottom, and my walking motion seemed to generate a tiny bit of air flow over my exposed nether regions. It tickled a bit at first, but after several steps I began to enjoy it. I started toward the elevator, but I saw it was being used to move some furniture, so I headed to the stairs. I wasn't expecting steps, but as I carefully started down, I realized that the length of the dress was so long that it wouldn't be an issue. Each step down was accompanied by a wonderful feeling of air gently moving upward across my most sensitive areas. I was actually a bit disappointed when I reached the ground floor.

As I arrived in the Lobby, Jake stood up and came toward me. "I was getting worried that you'd forgotten about me. Did you...did you get the file?"

I didn't want Jake to know that I'd seen his porn collection, so I left out some details. "Sorry about that, but I needed a new driver to read that jump drive, and it took forever to download it. Also, the elevator is tied up with some furniture." I hoped Jake wouldn't notice that I'd changed skirts, since that would be considerably more complicated to explain.

Jake looked a bit relieved. "Oh yeah, I remember the driver for that jump drive took a long time to load for me as well." As I held out the jump drive, he awkwardly stepped forward to retrieve it, almost knocking me over. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry about that," Jake exclaimed. While we steadied each other from falling, his hand briefly came to rest on my buttocks. I wondered if he could tell that I wasn't wearing any underwear. Meanwhile, my legs had spread slightly for better footing and his larger oversized foot landed between them under the bottom of my skirt.

"I don't mean to pry," I responded, "but is there a problem with your feet?"

Jake's eyes shifted nervously toward his footwear, as if I'd asked a question he really didn't know how to answer. "I...um...it's these shoes. I got them from a close-out, but I didn't know they had mismatched sizes. I need to go now. See you Tuesday."