Aww… Kitty, Kitty
I’m not a big underwear fan. Thongs ride up and granny panties freak me out. Too many memories of my grandmother ironing in nothing but her bra and panties that started under her boobs and ended at her knees. Needless to say, I don’t wear them. I was on a date with a guy I’d been seeing for around 3 mos. He had taken me to dinner then to a friend’s party. I had already met most of the people there previously and was feeling comfortable enough to circulate on my own. I was wearing skinny jeans, but always had problems with the zipper riding down. To make sure nothing was exposed, I wore a tunic that covered the zipper. Later in the night, this really drunk girl tripped in front of me, throwing her entire glass of red wine on my shirt. The hostess, who was so gracious, but also much shorter and smaller than I was. She was nice enough to find a shirt (probably the largest one she owned) that I could wear for the duration of the party so I threw it on and continued to party and dance like a wild woman. Apparently, I was jumping and dancing so much my zipper did it’s nasty little trick coming down, but with the pounding of jumping, did another little trick of spreading apart!!! So… I’m dancing having fun… and everyone else is watching me expose my business below the belt! I’m talking a “Basic Instinct,” crouch shot.
The guy I was dating had to break it to me. I could tell that he was so embarrassed telling me while some of his guys friends laughed behind him. To think of what I looked like especially jumping up and down. God help me.
Tara
Madison, WI
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