The late afternoon sun streamed through the sheer curtains of my room, casting a golden hue. That day, I had chosen to wear a short, breezy summer skirt that billowed softly with every move. The skirt was a playful mix of cream and pastel shades, contrasting beautifully with the deep blue lace panties I’d worn beneath. Completing my outfit was a simple white sleeveless top, the straps delicate and thin, giving off a casual yet flirty vibe.
Arjun and I had an intensive study session planned. Our college finals were approaching, and as always, we’d teamed up to tackle the challenging syllabus. As he walked in, I noticed his appreciative glance at my attire, but it was soon overshadowed by our mutual academic fervor.
As the hours passed, we were engrossed in our textbooks, notes, and discussions. At one point, he dropped his pen. As he bent down to pick it up, his eyes widened just a fraction. Following his gaze, I realized my skirt had ridden up a bit, and my lace panties had slid to the side, revealing my pink lower lips.
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