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I’d failed to correct the wayward material of my short black office skirt when I sat down. The tops of my thighs were clearly visible to anyone looking, and the silky sheen of nude tights clung to my skin. I shuffled into a more comfortable slouch as the harsh fabric of the seat, rough and sisal-like, prickled and bristled against the backs of my legs. The skirt climbed wickedly higher, and the majority of the black material bunched up and gathered just before the round of my bottom. I felt deliciously exposed.