My jeans had stopped making crackling noises by this point, but from the drafts I was feeling I knew it was because they were falling apart at the seams.
Mary led me over to a bench and straightened her very short skirt as she sat. She looked startled, then quickly crossed her legs. Her hands smoothed the top of her skirt and followed the hem down to the slits on either side. As she realized how high up the slits went she sat up straight and looked fixedly away.
"Well I can see why you were staring, this thing's barely here at all!" She swallowed, then glanced at me. "Aren't you going to sit down?"
I stepped closer to the bench and turned sideways so she could get a look at my jeans. "I'm afraid they wouldn't take the pressure."
Mary reached over and ran a finger down the seam on my thigh. I was transfixed by her touch as much as by the view down the neck of her tank-top. Her large breasts distorted clothing meant for a slimmer girl, leaving me with a great view of her cleavage.
"Hey!" She said as she poked her fingers through the seam and pinched me. I flinched away and felt the seat of my pants give way with a loud rip. I put both hands over my butt and glared at Mary, who had a hand over her face and was giggling. A few other people enjoying the park had hear my pants and were looking at me. As I stood there blushing. I silently wished I was wearing clothes that fit and tried to think of some way out of this situation.
"That's what you get for peeking!" Mary said before giggling some more.