The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01

... old-man coworkers had seen her naked. Hopefully that laptop camera was low-resolution enough that they couldn't make anything crucial out, but the fact that she was called out was still embarrassing.

Some of those coworkers had come to the house on occasion, mostly as her mother tried to impress them with how well she could balance keeping her home and work lives separate but equally well-done. At first, her mother would bring Sylvia out in her best outfit to show off to all the people she was entertaining, but as Sylvia got older she would more frequently be sent to Lucas' house instead so as not to embarrass her mother.

I guess even when company isn't over, she still finds a way to embarrass everyone.

Sylvia had managed to dry off as well as possible considering her equipment and changed into a decent outfit. She wore a wide-necked cream-colored shirt with a single bra-strap showing on her shoulder alongside a matching cream skirt that went down past her knees a considerable amount. She felt it was a very 'spring'-like with the skirt saying "It's a pleasure to meet you" while the top said "Your son calls me Mommy, too".

She ran down the hallway, nearly slipping in her own puddle from before and only managing to barely cling to the wall for support. Her knee took a slight bang from where it hit the ground, but she sprang back up. Sylvia was already running late today, she couldn't stop to be in pain. A quick-decision paired some high-heeled sandals with the ...

... outfit, a decision reached because they were next to the front door.

The bus picked students up only a few blocks away from her house. Moments like this made her wish she had a car of her own, but between the terrible traffic at her high school and the fact that Lucas already had a car and was content with driving her when and wherever she asked, it never really seemed that necessary to get one.

The bus drove past her as she lightly jogged along the sidewalk, the stop still a block away. She tried to pick up the pace so the driver wouldn't go on without her until she felt a stabbing sensation in her ankle as she fell to the ground.

"Shoot!" Sylvia screamed as she collapsed on the floor, the heel to her left shoe tumbling into the grass next to her. She scooped up the piece of cheap rubber and got back up, awkwardly limping ahead. The bus doors were right in front of her when the sound of air hissing filled her ears.

The bus began to move away.

"Wait!" She yelled, as if the driver could hear her over the noise of all the students behind him.

There was one more tugging sensation as she fell to the ground once more.

"Stupid shoe!" she cursed, squeezing the rubber in her hand as she looked down at the faulty footwear that fell her flat. But it wasn't only the shoe missing something.

Her legs were bare.

Sylvia looked up at the bus as it faded into the distance, a cream-white garment caught in the doors, waving around like a flag of surrender.

"No, no, no, ...