Molly’s first clue that this was going to be a bad day was when she looked at her alarm clock. The glowing red numbers said, 7:32.
“Shit,” she said.
She was going to be late for her first day at her great new job. The job started at 8:00. To get to the city, she had to take a one-hour commuter train ride. After she got off her train, she still had a ten minute walk to get to her office building. All of which meant she should have boarded her train almost an hour ago.
And it took 10 minutes to get to the station.
Knowing she wasn’t going to have time for breakfast, Molly jumped out of bed. One quick shower later, and she was hunting for clothes.
The day before, Molly spent a lazy Sunday not getting much done. Her mistake was in drinking wine with lunch. Wine led to harder drinks, and, before she knew it, the day was gone, frittered away in a haze of alcohol. Unfortunately, among the things Molly didn’t get done was her laundry. She had gone as far as putting some clothes in the washing machine, but not as far as putting her damp clothes into the dryer. She cursed herself now as she realized that this meant she had almost nothing clean.
“Shit,” Molly said again, as a quick check of her lingerie drawer revealed that she had no clean bra or panties. She would have to go commando.
Fortunately, the dress she put on had a knee-length hemline, and, if she was careful, no one would ever know about her lack of underwear.
At least she looked good in these clothes. She was tall and slender, yet with reasonable curves. Her breasts were pert proud D-cups. Her butt was full and round. She wore her blonde hair to her collar, and preferred not to rely on makeup or jewelry. Which was just as well: this morning, she didn’t want to take the time to put either on.
Molly didn’t realize that the seams on her cheap dress were held together with the cheapest, poorest quality thread available, and that whoever sewed the threads did a shoddy job to begin with, even before the weak thread entered into it.
After setting a personal record for getting dressed, Molly put on a pair of sandals, grabbed her purse, and was out her front door at 7:51, 19 minutes after getting out of bed.
Molly got to the station exactly at 8:00, shaving a minute off her normal time by walking as fast as she could, and briefly sprinting after a glance at her watch.
Buying her ticket and getting to the platform her train would leave from took Molly five minutes, and she got to the platform at 8:05, just in time to see her train pull out. A quick glance at the schedule board told her there was another train in five minutes, but that it passed through the station without stopping, and that she would have to wait five minutes after that for her next train, which meant she wasn’t going to be able to leave the station until 8:15.
She wasn’t going to be able to get to work until almost 9:30, an hour and a half after she was supposed to start. What a great start to her first day!
Hungry, hung over, worried about how badly her day was going so far, Molly decided that, no matter what happened from now on, she would not miss her train. So she stood at the edge of the platform, as close to the yellow safety line as she could. This way she could quickly get on the right train by more or less being the first in line.
Molly waited, fretting. After several minutes, she checked her watch, and was unhappy to see that it was only 8:08. The non-stop train was due in two minutes, then she had to wait five more minutes for her train. There was nothing she could do now except be sure she to get on the right train and hope her new bosses would understand. She wondered if she would even have a job by the time she got to work.
Then, for a moment, Molly thought her luck was about to change. A voice she recognized said, “Hi, Molly.”
She turned around and looked for the speaker. Standing in front of her was a guy she had met at the station just a week before. His name was Connor, and he was a big, sandy-haired guy, tall and athletic, and in great shape. They talked at their first meeting, and hit it off, and ever since, Molly had hoped they would have the chance to talk again, because she rather liked him.
He was smiling, she was pleased to see. She smiled back. “Hi,” she said.
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Connor said. “I’ve never seen you here this late before.”
That was true. Her schedule and his were the main reason they hadn’t seen each other since last week.
“I’m late for work,” Molly said with a little embarrassment, “on my first day.”
“Not good,” Connor said. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“I don’t think so,” Molly said, “but thanks for asking.” She was already feeling better. This time, she should have enough time to ask for Connor’s phone number, or give him hers before she had to get on her train.
At this point, Molly was only paying attention to Connor. She had no idea how close she was standing to the edge of the platform, and was only barely aware of the roar of the arriving non-stop train, even though the sound of the arriving 3000 hp locomotive and its train was as loud as a jetliner.
Because she was talking to Connor, Molly stood with her back to the tracks, facing away from the arriving train.
One brightly painted locomotive and six equally brightly painted double-deck commuter cars roared past the station platform at 60 miles per hour. The second car in the train was old; in fact, it was one of the oldest cars the commuter railroad owned and it was in great need of body work after many years of hard use. Several bent pieces of metal protruded from the frame. Not far enough to be a danger to anyone nearby but close enough that they could possibly catch hold of anything being blown around by the wind, such as a skirt. As the train passed, a strong blast of air, a wall of wind, followed it. Molly was inches away from the edge of the platform, and the wind of the train’s passing lifted up her skirt, causing it to billow around her waist.
Molly first realized something was wrong when the column of air washed over her. She looked down and saw that the air pressure was lifting her skirt up, causing it to billow out around her waist.
The first thing Molly thought, the only thing she thought, was that she wasn't wearing panties. She tried to push her skirt back down. However, before she could do anything, before she even realized it was happening, she felt a tug as the hem of her dress snagged on one of the rough edges of the second coach.
The finest threads wouldn’t have stood up to the force of nearly a thousand tons of train traveling at 60 miles per hour, and the shoddy threads in the stitching of her dress had even less of a chance. They gave way instantly, before Molly could even realize what was happening, and she turned her head in time to see her ruined dress, flapping like a flag from the side of the coach as it sped through the station and onto the tracks that would take it to the city.
Molly had barely had the time to realize what was going on, and now she was naked, her carefully trimmed blonde thatch, round butt, and dolphin tramp stamp exposed to all the commuters on the platform. None of them were looking at her just then, but Molly instinctively shrieked in surprise and fear as the train ripped her clothes off, and that got the attention of everyone there. Now all eyes in the station were on her.
Molly shrieked again, then covered her breasts and crotch as best she could with her hands, trying to hide her thatch from further view. Her purse slid out of her grip and landed on the platform as she did so.
“No!” she cried. She couldn’t believe that it had taken only a second or so for her to end up naked in a public place she used five days a week.
Her only thought was that she had to get out of there. She acted on it. Keeping her hands positioned to cover herself as best she could, Molly ran from the platform and into the station, which was the only way out. As she ran, her sandals flew off her feet and skidded along the surface of the platform, leaving Molly not only naked, but barefoot as well. Oblivious to this newest clothing misadventure, Molly kept her eyes on the exit, ignoring everything else as much as she could.
Molly ran across the platform, giving the commuters still at the station a fine view of her shapely butt as she ran to go with the view from the front they’d already had.