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She whispered to me that actually, my skirt was tucked into my knickers.
The entire office more or less, faces the open plan kitchen.
I ran across Victoria station a couple of months ago with my skirt tucked into my knickers. Sure I caught some bloke smirking but just felt puzzled, and I was thinking "wow, isn't it weird wearing skirts, I can feel such a draft" (I live in trousers at work and jeans at the weekend).
Then when I finally caught the train I wanted I realised the draft was due to my skirt being tucked up At least I never I had to see those people again, if it was the office it would have slayed me, I can feel your pain.
I have also walked around at oval station with tissue hanging out of the back of my jeans. Some bloke came up and whispered to me. I'd done the same to some bloke earlier in the day as he'd been walking around Soho with tissue trailing behind him, he'd been mortified... and I'd thought "yeah, would never happen to me, you must be really dumb to not realise that."
o Mary, I do feel for you, about ten years ago, the split in the back of my dress had torn and my pale pudgy thighs were on display (was wearing the stockings / suspenders etc etc) and an oik from the help desk told me with a stupid look on his face
they are nice but they might not always save you from embarrassment ...
Thanks, I now have an image of Big Daddy in my head.
o Mary, I do feel for you, about ten years ago, the split in the back of my dress had torn and my pale pudgy thighs were on display (was wearing the stockings / suspenders etc etc) and an oik from the help desk told me with a stupid look on his face,
I was slightly disconcerted at first, but then a warm glow began spread and I felt a dampness in my crotch. her nipples stood out like chapel pegs as she wondered what the IT oik would do to her... she panted hard as their bodies melded together and all thoughts of data normalisation fled from her mind
they are nice but they might not always save you from embarrassment ...
o Mary, I do feel for you, about ten years ago, the split in the back of my dress had torn and my pale pudgy thighs were on display (was wearing the stockings / suspenders etc etc) and an oik from the help desk told me with a stupid look on his face
they are nice but they might not always save you from embarrassment ...
I don't mean to steal your thunder here, but my colleagues saw my arse. I win.
look,
you go to the beach or the baths, people see your bikini bum.
your skirt gets hooked into your waistband ? people see your bikini bum
whats the big deal ? maybe the context was a bit wrong, or maybe you dont like your dad / boss seeing your bikini bum, but hey, its not the end of the world.
Unless you were sporting a butt plug, or showing the wire from your love-eggs, I really wouldnt worry
once I went to the loo, and whilst adjusting my clothing, the bottom of my trouser leg got tucked into the top of my sock.
the WHOLE office could see my entire sock. (on my left leg only, thank goodness)
it took me eons to get over it, luckily , some planes crashed into a skyscraper in NY , so it was a good day to bury bad news
I don't mean to steal your thunder here, but my colleagues saw my arse. I win.
One week left at this place, which is a good job as it seems my humiliation didn't go unnoticed.
Thanks for the advice about the suspenders. I am proud enough that I can manage to slap a bit of make up on while a small child zips about the place, never mind owt else
it's not the end of the world dear.
once I went to the loo, and whilst adjusting my clothing, the bottom of my trouser leg got tucked into the top of my sock.
the WHOLE office could see my entire sock. (on my left leg only, thank goodness)
it took me eons to get over it, luckily , some planes crashed into a skyscraper in NY , so it was a good day to bury bad news
One week left at this place, which is a good job as it seems my humiliation didn't go unnoticed.
Thanks for the advice about the suspenders. I am proud enough that I can manage to slap a bit of make up on while a small child zips about the place, never mind owt else
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