Sam-antha
05-05-2007, 02:00 PM
A while back I posted a thread in the lounge with a similar title, inviting your tales of embarrassing happenings. Trouble is the lounge folk do not have such happenings. With two exceptions.
Anyway, I produced a pair of stories and here for now is the third.
It was a lovely summer day in a small city. No wind, warm just the way days should be. It was unexpected weather and I had nothing sleeveless with me for that trip. The skirt was light, the heels were neat and I felt good too.
I bought myself a yellow top, (I love em) rather nice cashmere (love that to but cannot get enough of them or rather I can only get a very few). It fitted beautifully, snug and smooth. I paid up and then headed out of the store, into the street feeling so fine.
Ten minutes or so later, fate struck. My bra, a front opening model of the balconette style came adrift.
Now head up and poise is one thing properly dressed, but I felt like a Headless Charley holding my boobs in posititon with one arm and a prayer or two.
After a few clutching minutes I realised that time was running out on me and I just had to get into that qeuite alley before the rice ran out too. (This was ages ago, well before silicone had been dreamt about).
I made it, hooked up and then there was a struggle, the smoothing down bit you know, not just the top but also getting the boobs perched just so...
Anybody else ?
~Samm
Anyway, I produced a pair of stories and here for now is the third.
It was a lovely summer day in a small city. No wind, warm just the way days should be. It was unexpected weather and I had nothing sleeveless with me for that trip. The skirt was light, the heels were neat and I felt good too.
I bought myself a yellow top, (I love em) rather nice cashmere (love that to but cannot get enough of them or rather I can only get a very few). It fitted beautifully, snug and smooth. I paid up and then headed out of the store, into the street feeling so fine.
Ten minutes or so later, fate struck. My bra, a front opening model of the balconette style came adrift.
Now head up and poise is one thing properly dressed, but I felt like a Headless Charley holding my boobs in posititon with one arm and a prayer or two.
After a few clutching minutes I realised that time was running out on me and I just had to get into that qeuite alley before the rice ran out too. (This was ages ago, well before silicone had been dreamt about).
I made it, hooked up and then there was a struggle, the smoothing down bit you know, not just the top but also getting the boobs perched just so...
Anybody else ?
~Samm