Another 'what is your most...' thread, but I think many of the girls here like the opportunity to tell a story. So here is mine. Once of each, embarrassing and scary (nervous).
First the nervous.
I was walking out late at night and had made a few mistakes. I was in an area that I shouldn't have been in (where no gg would normally be walking) dressed as NO gg would be dressed anywhere around there (short short black skirt, white lacy top, high heels, black stockings). All I can say was that the night was wrapped in a heavy pink fog and I wasn't thinking clearly.
Of course, as soon as the car hit its brakes as it passed me, I realized that I wasn't in a very good situation. Did they know I was a guy? Could it be an unmarked police car that was about to give me trouble? Was it a car full of of drunks looking for somebody to beat up? Or worse, somebody to molest? Was it somebody I knew from work or a friend who'd recognized me??
My heart was pounding as I froze, the car stopped so its rear bumper was just about even with me. There was no sidewalk here and I was on the shoulder of the road, just inches away from it. I was suddenly extremely aware of just how exposed I was in my short skirt and heels.
Before I could do anything, the passenger window rolled down and I heard a male voice say "Do you want a ride?" I didn't know what to do, so in my very best femme voice said "No thank you".
"Are you sure?" he asked. "I'm a student up here also, so it would be safe". I realized that he thought I was a college student from the school a few miles down the road, walking home from a night on the town. "No, really" I said again. "I'm OK".
After asking one more time, he finally gave up and drove away. I think he just left with the impression that I was a woman too nervous to get in a stranger's car at night.
As soon as he was out of sight down the road, I RAN back to my car before he came back (or somebody else came along). After this incident, I started being a lot more careful about where I went out, and how safe I would be.
So, the embarrassing moment...
I had something happen to me that every woman dreads. I had used the ladies room while shopping at Kohl's and, despite checking things several times before leaving, had somehow managed to leave the rest room, walk all the way back across the crowded store and return to browsing in the lingere section *with my skirt tucked up in the pantyhose in the back*
It was a very flowing but at the same time light skirt, so no matter how much I'd felt around to make sure things were in place before leaving, I'd missed the part in the very middle of the back that was tucked well up into the wasteband of my pantyhose.
I honestly don't know how long I shopped and how many people noticed but didn't say anything. At least several minutes maybe as many as 15 later while I was browsing a shelf full of panties, a woman sidled up beside me. "I don't mean to embarrass you" she said "But I think you might want to fix your skirt".
I ducked quickly back to where there were some mirrors, at the same time already brushing my hands along the back of the skirt to see what was amiss. Even after I saw the problem in a mirror, it took several moments to pull it all out and fix the problem. by the time I looked around to thank her, she was long gone.
In the end, I'm just thankful that I had pretty undies on that day. I could certainly see them plainly in the mirror before getting things fixed
So what is your embarrassing and/or nervous moment?