It was a breezy Spring morning, a 28-year old woman Carrie woke from her bed, ready for her blind date. The clothes she wore didn't seem your average everyday wear but it was for the flirtatious Carrie when she was meeting someone for a quick date with someone she hasn't met yet.
After her morning shower she put on her lingerie that consisted of thigh high sheer black stockings with a dark purple suspenders belt complete with a white thong with purple lacing and a cute little purple bow at the front. She put on her panties over her suspenders and then put on her favourite purple leather knee-high boots that many men dreamed of getting stepped on while she wore them, her secret date would love them. She had on also a bra with the same colours has her panties. White with purple lace and a bow at the front.
Carrie put on her favourite blouse and skirt. A purple blouse that she frequently admits shows off a bit too much of her cleavage and a black mini-skirt that showed off her whole legs, her stockings top were fully visible and you could even see the straps of her suspenders. The skirt was tight enough to not cause any major wardrobe malfunctions but loose enough so passers-by can admire her thighs.
But this was not for the pleasure for anyone in particular, but for the pleasure for herself. If this pleases her date, that would be a bonus.
When Carrie opened the door to her flat the wind blew through her beautiful black hair. She went to a stroll in the local park near the coffee shop they agreed to meet to appreciate the weather... and herself.
As soon as Carrie entered the park she realised that she made a big mistake, not bringing a hair tie to tie her hair in a ponytail. The wind has picked up a lot and made her hair out of control constantly blowing in her face.
She needed something to substitute at a hair tie, something soft... something elastic... Carrie then looked down to her waist.
Carrie realised what she can use, but she needed to find somewhere hidden. She ran towards a group of trees and bushes and once she got there, she couldn't believe what she was going to do.
She pulled up her skirt just ever so slightly and grasped the sides of her panties with both of her delicate hands. She sighed in disbelief and pulled them down past her garter straps to her knees before quickly pulling her skirt back down to cover her private parts up, and let her underwear drop all the way down to the floor. She stepped out of them and picked up the discarded undergarment.
The panties still looked clean, surely no one wouldn't just think of them as nothing more as a lacy scrunchie. She put her hair through one of the leg holes and used the other half of the underwear to tie the hair in place and tah dah! Her hair was properly in place in a cute little ponytail.
Now then, a new problem emerged... Carrie realised she was out in public in a short
skirt without any panties on. Instantly, she felt the wind caress up her skirt, almost like the air itself was penetrating her vagina.
But, if she was being honest to herself, she kinda liked it. This wasn't Carrie's first time in the not wearing any panties rodeo but usually she'd wear jeans or a longer skirt if she was going commando. The fact that her skirt is so short yet tight enough that her pussy was so easy to expose yet, people passing by probably didn't know any better. She just carried on her stroll as if nothing ever happened.
