Larisa woke up from the bright sun, hitting the eye through a crack between the curtains. A few seconds she had enough to reset drowsiness and realize the horror of what happened. Slept through !!! At 10 job interview! She jumped up, scalded, and glanced at her watch. 9:08! And she still has to go at least half an hour! Darting into the bath and quickly washed, she returned to her room. Makeup - 5 minutes. Now dress up. It’s good that she prepared things from the evening! The girl pulled the nightie over her head and grabbed the first panties from the dresser: pale yellow with colorful bears. Lightningly pulling them over, she reached for her bra, but stopped. Although she was late, Larisa unwittingly admired her reflection in the mirror. She liked these panties, how they sat, how beautifully they covered a high elastic ass. Larisa turned her back to the mirror, looking back over her shoulder, but at that very moment the door suddenly opened and her moronous brother with a telephone appeared in the doorway. Click, click! Belatedly, Larisa covered her bare chest with her hands.

“Fuck it, you jerk!” She squealed.

“Cute panties, I'll post it on your page!” Shouted Vadik, running away and disgustingly laughing.

- Moron! Pervert!!

The girl did not have time to deal with her brother, and she decided to postpone it for the evening. Fussily pulling on her thin tights, almost entangled in a hurry, the girl quickly put on a blouse and a short brown pleated skirt. Heck! Because of this cretin, the bra has forgotten !!! But the blouse was tight. Larisa meticulously looked at herself in the mirror: nothing seemed to shine through. Not wanting to spend time changing clothes, she decided to leave it at that. I picked up my purse, a folder with resumes and documents, straightened my hair and ran out of the apartment.

Only on the street, she realized that she clearly missed the outfit. The previous day was warm, but today it was cool, and in addition to this a nasty piercing wind was blowing. Cursing herself for disorganization and stupidity, Larissa, however, quickly went to a halt. At the same time she constantly had to hold on to her little skirt, which all the time he strove to bully every new gust of wind. A couple of times the girl still did not have time to catch up, having lit her full of merry panties in front of numerous passersby. Naively suggesting that no one had time to notice this, she finally got to a stop. She was lucky: the bus came almost immediately, taking the girl into his cramped, warm, sultry gut.

The crowd in the cabin was incredible. Larisa was clamped between the bodies of the passengers so that she could not move. She didn't even have to hold onto the handrails. She merged with the crowd, spreading her legs slightly so as not to fall, and pressing her handbag to her chest along with a folder. It was not far to go, and the girl decided to use this time to speak about herself about what she was going to tell about herself to potential employers. Someone's touch to the inner surface of the thigh brought her out of her reverie. At first she did not pay attention to it, writing off everything as an accident. Larisa twisted her head, trying to understand who could be the violator of her peace of mind. But around were only indifferently missing faces of men and women. Then she pulled her leg, trying to make it clear to the stranger that she did not like the touch. The result was the opposite: the unknown pervert did not just put his whole hand on her leg, but also began to move his impudent hand up, under the skirt! The heart of the young lady beat wildly. What should she do? How to behave? Do not yell at the whole bus, exposing yourself to ridicule? Arm, meanwhile, reached her crotch. She felt like someone's finger began to rub it there, pressing into the slit pantyhose with panties.

Larisa became frightened: she was tightly clamped, she could not bring herself to raise the alarm, and it means that this someone can now do anything she wants with her! The stranger had been pawing her for about two minutes, becoming ever more insistent. The girl was incredibly ashamed, and doubly ashamed, because she felt that her crack starts to moisten. But this circumstance finally pushed her to take decisive action. Having collected all the forces, she sharply spun around, freeing herself from the aggressor's rough caresses. The people around distraughtly grumbled, but Larisa did not care. The second movement, she managed to turn her body 180 degrees, being face to face with a nondescript bald peasant. Is he?! She looked angrily into his eyes, but the peasant's look expressed absolute innocence and innocence. Tell him everything she thinks? Not! And what if she is mistaken? Thank God for the next one to go out.

The bus braked sharply, causing the entire crowd of people to move forward synchronously. The door opened, and Larisa jerked to the exit. But at this very moment, her thin tights caught on something sharp. The girl, however, still began to wade forward, not paying attention to the hook. The fabric stretched to the limit, and then ... Click! ... torn. Leaving the bus, Larisa first of all estimated the scale of the disaster. Under the right knee on pantyhose an impressive hole formed, from which a wide path stretched upwards. There was nothing to think about going in this form for an interview. The girl looked at her watch. She had only 8 minutes left to solve the problem. She freaked out. As luck would have it, not a single normal store was visible. Only a small grocery store on the first floor of the near five-story building. It was a chance. After all, in almost any store, even a vegetable one, there are many related products from tampaxes to garden hoses.

Having flown inside, Larissa sighed with relief when she saw what she needed at the checkout.

- Hello, I tights, twos please. They broke in the bus, ”she protared the saleswoman, her eyes down in embarrassment.

- Oh, girl, and I only have a leg.

- Let's any. I have a meeting in 5 minutes.

- You just have a short skirt. We'll see.

- Yes ?, - Larisa hesitated in indecision, - And nowhere else can you buy anywhere else?

- There are haberdashery in two blocks. There is a great choice. Run for 3 minutes. Oh! Not! He is working with 10.

- Do not have time. Give what are.

Quickly settling in and picking up the purchase, Larisa ran to the office building that housed the dairy plant. She quickly found the right office and turned to the spectacular blonde at the reception.

- Hello, I'm on an interview, - she timidly turned to the bored beauty.

The girl did not even glance at her, continuing to meticulously examine her sleek nails.

- I'm Kunitsyna Larisa. I assigned to 10.

- 212 office, - the arrogant doll finally descended to her, for a moment she looked up with long fluffy eyelashes and again plunged into the study of her manicure.

- Excuse me, - Larisa did not leave, - and where is ... the toilet?

The girl gave the annoying visitor scornful eyes and sluggishly waved her hand in the direction of the corridor:

- The third door to the right.

The clock was without one minute 10. It was impossible to delay. Almost running, Larisa went to the side of the toilet. Fortunately, he was free. Stepping inside, she was in such a hurry that she forgot to close the door on the latch. She immediately threw off her shoes, lifted her skirt and in one motion rolled up the torn tights to the ankles. She pulled them off her feet and threw them in an urn under the sink. Teeth broke the packaging of new ones, removed them from the carton and immediately began to wear. And then a terrible thing happened: the door jerked open, and a youthful, imposing man appeared on the threshold. Vidocq had opened to him one more: an unfamiliar girl with a skirt upraised, funny panties and tights stretched to her knees. Larisa is numb. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) The man was not even embarrassed.He smiled politely, apologized, and closed the door behind him. The girl quickly got out of stupor, finished ...