I worked at a JITB in the early 70’s. One night the gal working the drive up window came to me and told me the guy waiting for his order was choking the chicken. Those familiar with fountain drinks know that the syrup is a thick sticky goo till mixed with carbonated water. His drink was about 75% syrup and the rest catsup and other stuff we could grab. She went to give Mr. Pervert his drink and “accidently” spilled it in his lap. He drove off very quickly and we had a good laugh. 30 minutes later a police officer came in to investigate and we told him what happened. Mr. Pervert drove up a few minutes later and was arrested for public indecency.
I got to see a “wardrobe malfunction” today. I was headed to the student center when I noticed two guys pointing at a young lady and whispering. This “lady” was bending over her bookbag, and her hip-hugger jeans had slipped down to reveal about half of her buttcrack. I didn’t see any underpants. When she finally turned around, I realized why the hip-hugging pants fit so poorly - she was about 8 months pregnant.
I feel the young woman’s pain. When I was young and lovely, I bought a great fitting, one piece, yellow swim suit.
At that time, I walked around a local lake every day ( along with half the population of Seattle) I put on my cute little suit, and a pair of shorts and off I went.
After my walk, I took a dip in the lake then sunbathed for a while. I noticed I was getting a lot more attention than usual, to the point it was making me uncomfortable.
I pick up my stuff and walked home. The mirror just inside my front door told the story. The suit was invisible when wet!:eek: Nipples and every curly hair on my body shining through like neon.
I found a new place to walk for a while. 
Cite? or pictures? 
Put that tongue back in your mouth! NO Pictures! (but damn! I looked good then) 
An oldie, but a scrotumy goodie This is one of my all time favorite threads.
You know, its episodes like this which mean that I will never ever, for as long as I live, wear something without straps to keep it in place. My boobage just isn’t cut out for ‘strapless’ stuff. All women with big bosoms would do to learn this to prevent future embarrassment.
I was working a table in the Student Union of Loyola College one time when a very attractive girl, dressed in a longish peasant skirt and a sweater sat down on a bench just opposite me. This was no big deal, until she casually leaned back against the wall, put her feet up on the bench, leaned her book on her knees and began to read.
She wasn’t wearing any panties.
I sat there and stared directly at her pussy for about 10 minutes until she got up and left. I couldn’t help it, it was right there directly in front of me, not a dozen feet away.
Not that I really minded the view, you understand…
Wow, used to be people just chased it down the street.
Many moons ago, when we lived in Cincinnati, I stopped to get a pack of cigarettes. It was a milk store, but also like a convenience store. To give that “sanitary look” the clerks wore white. That day the gal had on a very thin white uniform and turquoise panties. I thououghly enjoyed watching her turn and reach up to get my order.
I went home and decided to tell my wife about what had just happened. I started the story with "I stopped to get a pair of panties. :eek: I have yet to live that down.