An Embarrassing Accidental Flash.
The other day I was in a hurry, so when getting dressed I skipped putting on a belt. I lost some weight, enough weight to make my clothes fit looser. I wear panties also, and for a couple of reasons, they feel more comfortable, and it excites me.
So that day, when I left the house I was wearing lite green thong panties, loose fitting (around the waist) shorts, and a teeshirt. I didn't think anything about the shorts, on my way out, they were fitting fine.
I stopped at a nursery to pick up some plants. I was holding a couple of plants in my arms with four other people waiting to pay. An older gentleman and lady in front of me, and two females, one my age, and the other about college age. My shorts, pockets filled with wallet, keys, and phone, decided to slide down my legs.
Instant shock for me and fellow shoppers and cashier. In order to pull them up, I had to bend over, leave the plants on the ground, and pull up the shorts. Apologizing profusely, I inform the astonished I lost some weight, and forgot to wear a belt. I was hoping that the great news of weight loss would negate the semi-indecent exposure of my butt cheeks and panties. I bent over again to retrieve the plants. As soon as I had the plants securely in my arms, and stood up, the shorts dropped again.
By now my face is crimson red with embarrassment. I quickly apologize again, saying something like "I really wished I wore a belt" and begin the routine of leaving the plants on the ground and pulling up the shorts. This time I elicited a "woo-hoo" from college girl behind me and a "wished you did to" from the older gentleman in the front. I'm sure the thong panties, must have given quite a show, especially the two behind me, who I'm sure were getting quite a mooning while witnessing my embarrassing mishap.
The thong itself is maybe a half inch wide. And my experience when wearing thong panties, is the half inch wide material tends to curls up between my asscheeks. When curled like that, I'm pretty sure the asshole is closer to uncovered than covered. Meanwhile the cashier and other two in front of me got to peek the small, frilly, silky front leaving no doubt that panties was covering my modesty.
Now I finally realized, I can't do both, hold the plants keeping my shorts north of my knees. The cashier sensing my dilemma gave me twine to MacGyver a makeshift belt. A much appreciated gesture that also raised the humilation factor a hundred fold.
Now looping the twine around the shorts and keep them up at the same time was quite a herculean challenge. I needed both hands to get a twine end through a loop. And as I pushed the twine through, I could feel the shorts start a downward slide. Once I went through a loop, I pull the shorts up quickly, and go onward to next loop. Emptying my pockets and spreading my legs slowed the shorts with its losing battle with gravity, allowing me to get two loops at a time. It seems that the business of securing my shorts stopped all other business from going on. All eyes were watching me. And they gawked to its complete humiliating end.
Once the twine was through belt loops, tightly tied, and securely holding the shorts in place, business started back up. I apologized over and over. And in return was met with nodding, wry smiles.
There was one more little bit of embarrassment left to go. Another piece of humiliating indignation left to play out. After I paid for my purchase, the cashier handed over my receipt and he added quite loudly and with enthusiasm "nice panties". That got a few chuckles from the two othere left in line. I just grabbed my receipt, picked up my plants and mumbled "Thanks", and slunk back to my truck.
A true experience,
Michael.
So that day, when I left the house I was wearing lite green thong panties, loose fitting (around the waist) shorts, and a teeshirt. I didn't think anything about the shorts, on my way out, they were fitting fine.
I stopped at a nursery to pick up some plants. I was holding a couple of plants in my arms with four other people waiting to pay. An older gentleman and lady in front of me, and two females, one my age, and the other about college age. My shorts, pockets filled with wallet, keys, and phone, decided to slide down my legs.
Instant shock for me and fellow shoppers and cashier. In order to pull them up, I had to bend over, leave the plants on the ground, and pull up the shorts. Apologizing profusely, I inform the astonished I lost some weight, and forgot to wear a belt. I was hoping that the great news of weight loss would negate the semi-indecent exposure of my butt cheeks and panties. I bent over again to retrieve the plants. As soon as I had the plants securely in my arms, and stood up, the shorts dropped again.
By now my face is crimson red with embarrassment. I quickly apologize again, saying something like "I really wished I wore a belt" and begin the routine of leaving the plants on the ground and pulling up the shorts. This time I elicited a "woo-hoo" from college girl behind me and a "wished you did to" from the older gentleman in the front. I'm sure the thong panties, must have given quite a show, especially the two behind me, who I'm sure were getting quite a mooning while witnessing my embarrassing mishap.
The thong itself is maybe a half inch wide. And my experience when wearing thong panties, is the half inch wide material tends to curls up between my asscheeks. When curled like that, I'm pretty sure the asshole is closer to uncovered than covered. Meanwhile the cashier and other two in front of me got to peek the small, frilly, silky front leaving no doubt that panties was covering my modesty.
Now I finally realized, I can't do both, hold the plants keeping my shorts north of my knees. The cashier sensing my dilemma gave me twine to MacGyver a makeshift belt. A much appreciated gesture that also raised the humilation factor a hundred fold.
Now looping the twine around the shorts and keep them up at the same time was quite a herculean challenge. I needed both hands to get a twine end through a loop. And as I pushed the twine through, I could feel the shorts start a downward slide. Once I went through a loop, I pull the shorts up quickly, and go onward to next loop. Emptying my pockets and spreading my legs slowed the shorts with its losing battle with gravity, allowing me to get two loops at a time. It seems that the business of securing my shorts stopped all other business from going on. All eyes were watching me. And they gawked to its complete humiliating end.
Once the twine was through belt loops, tightly tied, and securely holding the shorts in place, business started back up. I apologized over and over. And in return was met with nodding, wry smiles.
There was one more little bit of embarrassment left to go. Another piece of humiliating indignation left to play out. After I paid for my purchase, the cashier handed over my receipt and he added quite loudly and with enthusiasm "nice panties". That got a few chuckles from the two othere left in line. I just grabbed my receipt, picked up my plants and mumbled "Thanks", and slunk back to my truck.
A true experience,
Michael.
2 anni fa