1 – Drink Me

She tries pulling the hem of the skirt down once more, but the waistband is way too tight to fit around her hips; it just cinches her waist and the skirt flares out over her hips.
Then she considers the sensation that the man’s intimacies has produced,” You know, that did feel quite good.”
She shakes her head to bring herself back to her senses. She will have to get out of a skirt that encourages complete strangers to be so intimate with her privates.
But first she will have to find something to replace it with.
She looks around once more.
“Well I’m not getting anywhere just standing here looking around at nothing,” she looks down the corridor. “Best see where this corridor will lead me.”
She tries walking again, starting with just a single step.
This time she is ready for the air caressing her upper thighs and crotch so it does not take her by surprise.
“In fact,” a smile plays across her lips, “it feels quite pleasant.”
She takes another step, then another and soon she is skipping down the corridor reveling in the free movement of air beneath her very short skirt. At each skip her skirt flops down as she pushes up and then flares out as she falls back down again.
“Oh,” she pauses, “I wonder if anyone watching can see my bare cunny as I walk?”
“I can’t go flashing everyone,” she looks up and down the empty corridor. “Who knows when some other unexpected person is going to show up.”
She tries taking a step while pressing her hand to her crotch to hold the skirt down, but the skirt flies up so high in the back that she is sure that anyone who observes her will see her entire bottom exposed.
She holds the back of her skirt for the next step, but that raises the front rather alarmingly.
She holds the sides for a few steps. That seems the best solution to the problem of her skirt flouncing up, but it is rather awkward to walk with her hands fixed to her sides.
Then she thinks that she is just drawing attention to the shortness of her skirt. If she just walks normally and brazens it out perhaps nobody will notice that she is almost naked.
“Yes,” she nods her head. “That would seem to be the best course of action.”
She starts to walk, trying to remain even and steady, without any up and down movement to her steps. She has to roll her hips more than usual, swaying from side to side, trying to minimise any up and down movement of her skirt.
Every step brings with it the free movement of air around her bottom and crotch. A feeling which gives her a strange trill. A strange trill that adds a extra sway to her hips as she walks.
But every time her attention strays from her walk she slips back into her old habit of up and down steps, which makes her skirt flair out. Which reminds her that she is naked beneath her skirt. Which reminds her that she has to walk carefully to avoid exposing herself.
And as she walks, thinking at each step to avoid her skirt bouncing up, and being couscous of the trill each step brings with it, she still finds herself musing about this peculiar place she has found herself in. As she muses she walks. And as she walks she comes upon a door. She has been walking past featureless magnolia colours walls for so long that she has passed the door before she realises that it is there.
She stops dead in her tracks, takes a step backwards and turns sharply to face the door. Completely unaware that the torque of her turn causes her skirt to flare out, momentarily exposing her bottom to anyone who might be watching.
“A door,” she really must stop talking to herself out loud.
“Hmm,” she tries the handle. It turns smoothly. The door opens letting in a crack of bright summer sun. She can hear bird song and the rustle of trees in the wind. She pushes open the door and steps into the light, taking in a deep lung-full of fresh air.

Chapter 2 – In The Garden