Stay longer.

Surely you can wait longer.

You wait, and wait, and wait, but this bench really does hurt. You can't stay here all day without a bit more stretching, so once again you pull up from the seat to, at the very least, comfort your behind. Who cares? You just keep your hands on your skirt so nothing pulls it up. Everything is fine.

Though on your way up, you hear an incredibly loud rip.

Your eyes widen as you fiddle with your skirt only to realise it's now completely torn down the back. You feel a cool breeze on your bum as the skirt flops free in your hands, now more of a cloth than a skirt, as it no longer wraps around you. Your eyes turn to stare at the loose nail responsible, and you quickly hold your hands around your hips to keep the bit of fabric somewhat covering you.

Oh no... If only you had panties, then at least you'd have something on, but now your skirt is nearly useless and you have nothing underneath.

Your face burns crimson as the excitement and humiliation washes over your body. You look left and right, but so far nobody's noticed your wardrobe malfunction, but now what do you do? Even with your hands holding this one, somebody's going to notice, and you doubt it's even covering your butt enough given the draft you feel.