"The skirt was practically riding on my hips."

As she twisted, her skirt rode up higher on the long bare legs that gleamed in the firelight.

Her skirt rode higher with every move she made.

The skirt had ridden up enough that everyone knew I was wearing black lace thigh-highs.

The black skirt had ridden high over her knees again.

Her skirt had ridden above her knees, and I was treated to this incredible left thigh.

My skirt had bunched like a belt at my waist and rode higher behind from my body sliding against his.

Annie sat as comfortably as she could, careful to make certain that her skirt didn't ride too high over her thighs.

The skirt rode high on her thighs.

The short black skirt she wore was riding high on her pudgy thighs so she smoothed it down, then frowned.