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It was 07:30 last Sunday morning. I pulled into the Cricket club car park. There were no other cars in sight. I breathed a sigh of relief , got out, let my dog out of the back, slung my bag over my shoulder, and prepared to set off across the field towards the woods on the far side.
I was wearing a blue just-below-the-knee tiered boho dress with a ruched bodice and thin shoulder straps. The feel of the early morning cool air on my shoulders was exquisite. Anyway, I digress.
A car pulled in behind me and parked about 20 yards further on. A middle aged man got out. Low risk. Another dog walker.
I locked the car, stuffed the keys into my bag, and stepped off. My dress felt a little strange. It needed some adjustment after being sat in the car. I reached behind to tug my dress and spread out the skirt.
What the ??????
My fingers closed on thin air….. or rather brushed against the mesh material of my panties.
Oh no!! No! No! …. Oh yes! My dress was bunched up at the back and tucked into my black panties.
Panic. Looked back over my right shoulder. The man was frozen in place and staring straight at my bottom!
I quickly sorted my dress out and walked on, not daring to look back. No harm done. I’d given him a bit of a thrill (I hoped).
Do you have any ‘wardrobe malfunction’ stories?
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