Slippery when wet.

Sprinting down hallway after hallways as fast as her still more than slightly drunken legs would carry her. Grace found the bouncing top around her neck hard to miss and she quickly paused to control that situation. Swearing to herself for falling asleep and getting caught. She shivered at the soaked material once again covered her beasts.

She continued at a light jog trying to rejoin with the rest of the con before she was apprehended. Hopefully she would go unnoticed in the sea of other costumed cohorts. The funny thing about getting lost to find a place though...as lost as she was she felt like she was going in the right direction.

For their part the youtube production crew who was setting up a headliner interview in that main conference room she had just sprinted away from had no intention of raising a security alarm or going after the girl. They found the whole situation hilarious and a bit bizarre.

Grace meanwhile was still ducking around corners and generally following whatever route she saw the most people. It had been a couple minutes at a steady trot when she finally came to a main hallway she recognized. Pausing to catch her breath she put her hands on her knees gasping after her full sprint into jog maneuver.

Bent over gasping and hair disheveled she looked like every bit of the sexual escapade she still subtlety smelled of.

Spotting a bathroom across the hall and towards the main con-floor she went to step forward and stand up at the same time. But in her drunken state did it in the wrong order.
As a result it was less of a forward step and more, getting tripped up in her own skirt panel stepping on the end and sending her bottoms to her knees in the middle of a crowded main side hall somewhere around a hundred people turned when they heard or saw the commotion. In an instant Graces bottom was ripped from her hips with the **** of her standing. Her slightly intoxicated legs weren't able to compensate for the lack of movement and her whole body started to roll forward.

Luckily for her years of cheerleading and of being a gymnast saved her from harm as her arm shot out and she went into a slightly sloppy front roll. Unfortunately for her at the apex of her roll her bottoms launched from her legs and flew up before sliding on the shiny floor coming to rest 20 feet away from the dazed, panicking and now completely bottomless coed.

Scrambling on her knees to the half skirt resting on the floor, that was her only covering the nearly naked girl cringed at every snap of a camera as she fought every instinct she had and dove -closer- to the crowded main hall and away from the relative safety of her nook to grab her recently launched bottoms.
Time seemed to slow as every movement took an eternity. She was aware of every slide of her still slick thighs, every impact of knee and wedge heeled sandal on floor, every rocking of her hips was captured both in her memory but also saved for the world. In reality it was less than 5 seconds before she had her bottoms in hand and another 5 before she was across the hall and into the restroom door. 10 seconds of nudity and yet forever repayable on command.