I was so eager to try out my new skating outfit at the Christmas rink. I’m not a great skater but I’m okay, and I was so eager to try on my new skating outfit. The big question was what to wear for underwear. My boobs are pretty small, so going braless was a no-brainer. The skirt part of the dress was quite short, so I thought I’d better wear panties, though I wasn’t sure if I’d be daring enough to do any twirls. I settled for underwear barely as big as a string.

In the changing room I got dressed, locked everything in a locker, laced up my skates, and ventured onto the ice.

What a glorious day! The sun shone so bright. The air held a crisp chill. I whooshed onto the ice and circled serenely. I’d completed a few laps of the rink when I noticed people were looking at me. As I said, I’m not that good a skater, and I hadn’t tried anything the least fancy. I became a little self-conscious. A little worried. Could it be I was going the wrong way? But no, other skaters were circling just the same as me.

Then I noticed I was being followed. A whole string of boys was on my trail. I slowed up, but they slowed up too. I sped up. Faster and faster I skated, but they stayed on my tail. I was sure I was going to spin out.

“Go, go, go,” some of the guys chanted.

Gathering all my courage, I tried a jump spin. One revolution. I didn’t make it, landing right on my butt. The guys veered past me. The ice felt so cold. And then I realized. Somehow I’d tucked the back of my dress into my almost non-existent underwear. My ass had been totally exposed. Angry and embarrassed, I got to my feet. Instantly I slipped. Two guys rushed to my aid, helping me up. Cute guys. We spent another hour or so on the ice. They were great skaters. They were even better in bed.