Problems Aren't Over

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.

As soon as she reached her jeans, she quickly pulled them up her legs, letting out a sigh of relief to finally be covered once more. The relief however was short lived. The moment she did up the button of her jeans, it popped off, bouncing across the floor, resulting in her jeans once more, sliding down to her knees and revealing her green undershorts to the empty shop once more.