Girls Struggling With Their Clothes
 

You gotta love it when a woman's clothing turns against her.

Be it a windy dress, slipping top, falling pants, or rising skirt, there is something so wonderful about watching the battle. The constant adjustment, the nervous glances, the overall sense of embarrassment. Of course, witnessing a slip or several is the cherry on top of the sundae, but good movies have both happy and sad endings. I for one love the fight in itself; one can go on this site or many others and see barenaked ladies, but the niche thrill of watching a woman struggle mightily to maintain her modesty is hard to replicate outside of real life.

Does anyone share this sentiment and/or have relevant stories?

When its outside in.
 

Struggling when its outside in or just not getting it on quick enough. You should always have a camera to hand

female co-worker
 

I was with a female co-worker, we were driving across town to do a sales presentation, I was driving, she was reading the notes. I looked over at her and asked "why is your blouse on inside out"?

She looked down and said "oh shit", undid her seatbelt, unbuttoned, took blouse off, she had a a pretty flowers lacy bra, turned her blouse right, put it back on.

Then she said "you didn't see that". (it's still in the old spank bank, sorry Jennifer)

But how do you button a blouse and not notice that it is inside out?

My wife does this occasionally. Even though it's a buttoned blouse, she just pulls it over her head.

A couple of reposts, if that is OK.

Better Do My Part
 

Guess I'd better share an experience or two of my own to pull some weight around here.

This first story takes place in upstate New York a couple of years ago. I was eating at a restaurant when I noticed that the hostess was having a very hard time with her jeans. Over the course of the evening, she went from pulling up her pants a little bit every now and then, to hiking them up quite a bit, to literally stopping after every seating to adjust every part of her denim (pulling up at the ankles, knees, thighs, and a BIG hike on her waist). In the last hour or so I saw her plain white panties on display several times, and this was quite the achievement considering she wore a shirt that fell to the top of her butt. As this girl was an absolute knockout (early 20s, brunette, slender but by no means skinny), I enjoyed my meal much more than a plate of average ribs would suggest.

Next up is a story from my freshman orientation at college. Naturally part of orientation is a tour of campus, and 18 year old me was more than happy to meet my guide: a pretty African-American senior girl dressed in a midriff baring top and lowish rise jeans. Now, I don't know why one would wear a short shirt with pants that don't stay up, but this girl was in struggle town from the first step. The longer our tour went, the more desperate she became to keep herself modest. She must have pulled her pants up one hundred times in two hours, often jumping and shimmying while doing so. I even heard her confide in a female student that she "wished she had tied something around (her) waist". While I never saw anything of note, I witnessed her jeans sink low enough to conclude that she was not wearing underwear. Her crack was probably out on a couple of occasions, but I never had the right angle to verify.

I am convinced the universe wanted me to have a downpants fetish, as I have witnessed more of such adventures than I can count. If this thread stays alive, I will continue to share as often as possible.

Oh, wow, I am sure I have 100s of situations I could post in this thread, given all my friends are women and I have spent A LOT of time with them over the past 40+ years. I just need to calm down my mind enough to pin them down!

This just happened yesterday. I was at lunch in a basement of split-level office building (appropriately spaced) and as we were leaving there was a young woman in her mid-20s who had on a nice sundress that came mid-thigh. She had nice legs and was probably an athlete of some kind. I got to follow her up the stairs, my eyes right on level with her nice butt, however, what was great was as we went outside, she heading for one building, I was heading a little farther, I was following her and talking to someone but it was a bit breezy, so she reached a hand down and pulled her skirt tight, which just showed her nice butt even better! I sure hope I get to see her around more.

3 memories, 2 girls
 

I love downpants memories/stories as they tie into my euf fetish.

I had dated this itty bitty latina girl for 2 weeks when she came over for dinner. I cooked and afterward she volunteered to do dishes. She wasnt planning on staying the night but we ended up making plans for the morning so she went and got a pair of my gym shorts to change into.

The ones she chose are almost 15 years old and the elastic is practically non existent and i never wear them out but she comes walking down the tugging them up and commented that the drawstring was missing. She went straight for the table to get the plates and put her phone in the pocket to free her hands but it caused the shorts to sag on her right side enough to expose some black cotton material. She laughed and tugged them back up when she got to the sink. She made me turn around as she tried rolling the waistband and by the time i got the rest of the dishes rounded up she asked me to go get a movie started.

Sure enough. As i was in the bedroom going through netflix i heard a *thud* noise and and some embarrassed laughter. Turns out that was the shorts falling down and her phone hitting the ground! She came in 10 minutes later with a hair tie cinching part of the waist together and unfortunately it worked. I teased her about it the rest of the time we dated.


Another time i remember was when i had a summer fling in between college semesters with my HS sweetheart. She was wearing these gouchos(im sure i spelled that wrong) that were loose and flowy and only had a drawstring holding them up. I was pestering her by trying to undo it and apparently i succeeded because as we were walking out to her car she cursed, stopped walking and pulled her pants up and started retying the knot. I didnt see anything because her shirt was long enough to hide everything but she said they were definitely in freefall mode and she caught them just in time.

The one time they did fall all the way down was when we were outside and i pantsed her while she was watering the plants in the back yard. She pulled them back up and started spraying me with the hose as i ran off but her pants had loosened up so much that they just randomly fell straight down. Best part was she didnt notice right away so seeing the smug look on her face while her pants were pooled around her ankles and her white bikini panties were fully exposed was priceless. She got real annoyed when she finally noticed a few seconds later and pulled them back up and triple knotted the drawstring.

I always wondered if those pants gave her any troubles besides those two times 🤔

Guess It's My Turn Again
 

Another pair of downpants disasters from my uber-fortunate past:

The first takes place at a gym. Me and my buddy had just finished a lift and were making our way out when I noticed the floor manager (supervisor? clerk? the person who keeps an eye on the gym, scans people in etc.) cleaning some vacant workout machines. She looked vaguely uncomfortable, embarrassed even, and I was unsure why until she squatted down to clean a leg curl machine. The movement caused her tan khaki work pants to slip down and her black collared shirt to rise up, exposing two or three inches of what should have just been pink thong. But the wardrobe malfunction was a two-for-one in that her thong had slid to one side of her butt, exposing maybe the top third of her crack as well. The girl stood after several seconds, slightly red-faced by that point, and pulled her pants up a little. I got the feeling that she wanted to adjust more, but absolutely did not want to draw attention to herself. My friend and I reached the exit soon after, at the next time I saw the girl working she was wearing a sturdy belt and had her shirt tucked in to her khakis.

The next takes place back in college. I was hanging out with two girls I was friends with at the time, having a couple of drinks and blowing off homework. One of the girls was a petite blonde, cute, a little promiscuous but very easy going. I probably could have gotten with her if I wasn't such a self-sabotaging sad sack, but that is a story for another day. On this day, she was wearing blue jeans and a long white top, somewhat low-cut but nothing too daring. The outfit seemed modest enough, but both halves seemed to be hell bent on embarrassing her. At first it was just her jeans. Literally every time this girl stood up she had to give her pants a mighty tug with both hands, as if they were two whole sizes too big. Her green thong slid into view a little bit, but her shirt was long enough to hide the vast majority of the damage. However, about halfway through our hangout, she stood up to dance with the other girl, music humming in the background and the alcohol beginning to kick in. She could only make a couple of moves before reaching for her boob and saying, under her breath, in disbelief, "I almost had a nip slip". From that point on, the girl spent the rest of the night repeatedly yanking both her pants and shirt back into place. While her top did start to slip quite low and her jeans didn't seem to fit her at all, I never saw anything other than a peek or two of her thong. It was funny also, because this girl had a great body and usually wore clothes that fit well and flattered it. She must have not gotten around to doing laundry in a while or something. Regardless, it was an entertaining show.

Toga Party
 

Late 60's, fraternity toga party, some of the togas were hastily thrown together, and it showed. Several of the girls actually wore bikinis under their's, some wore regular bras and panties, and a few brave girls went braless so a strap wouldn't show. The one I'll never forget was a girl who was well endowed, her toga was held together by a flowery pin on her shoulder, when she danced things were moving under that toga that got a lot of attention, you could even make out her blue bikini panties. After a dance she was readjusting her toga and the pin must have popped open, in a flash (pun) her toga was a pile of laundry at her feet. She did a hand-bra, but we had all seen the glorious vision that was before us and we cheered mightily.

She casually picked it up, like she is almost naked in front of a crowd every day, another girl helped her pin it up and the party continued.

The slipping skirt
 

Last week when I was waiting for the bus, this woman, white, early 40's, long brown hair, came out of an office building across the street in the direction of the bus stop. She was dressed rather formally, wearing a light blue shirt and a short grey jacket over it. In her left hand, she was carrying a small purse, and with her right hand, I noticed she was holding together the waistband of her skirt. It was a classic black skirt to her knees, but the way she was holding it, made it seem like the button had burst or the elastic had snapped. She was holding a lot of fabric in her hand, and as a result, the skirt seemed shorter in the front than in the back.

The woman sat down on the bench, which had no backrest other than the glass back wall of the shelter, and put her purse next to her, leaned back and let go of her skirt. Of course I took a few steps back until I could see the shelter from the back, curious where this was going. For a few minutes, nothing happened, and then she bent over to look in her purse. While doing this, her jacket and shirt lifted, and the top of her skirt came loose and sagged a few inches, and a white elastic waistband became visible.

After a while, she found what she was looking for, and while lighting the cigarette, she leaned back, and while the waistband of her skirt seemed to have lost all its elasticity, it now lowered even more!

This was interesting: from the front, one wouldn't be able to see anything in particular, but from where I was standing, a rather large piece of her white underwear was to be seen!

After a few minutes, she bent forward again for putting out her cigarette, and her jacket lifted, while part of her skirt's waistband stayed on the bench.
For a few moments I could now enjoy the full show: from a bit of skin of her back above the elastic, down to the gusset of her panties that came into view during the moment she lifted her ass a bit, and a lot of white cotton in between.

It was a bit of a shame she was wearing these large panties and not a thong, but if she would, she probably would have felt a draft and pulled her skirt better together. But for now she just leaned back against the glass, not noticing she was showing the kind of undies which she probably didn't want to be associated with.

From my point of view, it still looked like she was just sitting there in her panties, the skirt being d****d over her lap!

After a few minutes of this wonderful sight, she pulled together her skirt in the front, and for moment all was covered properly, but as her skirt wasn't held by the sweater nor the jacket, the loose fabric in the back sagged down soon enough, this time nothing more than an inch of white cotton coming into view.

When the bus arrived, she grabbed her purse and didn't forget to keep her right hand on her skirt, although apparently not firm enough, because when she stood up, the skirt was already slipping down again, this time also the seam on the left side of her undies came into view... She had to put the purse down again to pull together some more fabric, and looked around red-faced, while I was pretending I didn't see the show...

I climbed on on the bus behind her, and because she was holding together the piece of clothing tightly, her panty lines were visible through the fabric, and I figured I had almost seen the whole of her panties, even though she was wearing a large pair.

She sat down at the first row, and I took place strategically, diagonally behind her. Since she didn't scan her ticket yet, she let go of the skirt to look in her purse again, but the seat of the bus left no room for a view. After a while, everyone got on, and she found her ticket. She now reached out for the scanner at the other side of the corridor, and even though she was holding up the skirt with her right hand, the left side sagged down a lot, for a moment even a bit of flesh was to be seen under the leg hole! After having scanned, she quickly pulled up the skirt, and sat down looking in front of her.

During the rest of the ride, nothing in particular happened, and as she got off at the stop before mine, I decided to get off as well, I had time as it was my day off. Whilst getting off the bus, she was convulsively holding together the waist of her skirt in the front again, and nothing was to be seen, apart from the lines of the familiar cottons through her stretched skirt.

There was a market on the square, and she immediately headed for the first clothes stall, while I pretended to be browsing at the book stall across the street.. With her purse tucked under her right arm, she could hold up her skirt as well as use her left arm to search the clothing items on the rack. She pulled out a checkered skirt on a hanger, and as she walked to the fitting room with both hands full, I could see her skirt had began to lower again, as a white fabric was visible again between the top of her skirt and the bottom of her jacket.

ANTICLIMAX - I wish I could tell you guys she lost grip of the skirt and the white flag would be showing in the middle of the busy market, but alas, she made it to the cubicle, and a few minutes later she came out wearing the checkered skirt, paid for it and continued her way through the streets.

Life is not always what you wish for (but it sometimes comes pretty close).

Last year, I went to one of the sauna's in Belgium that has both a clothed and nude part. However, the changing rooms are combined and there is a very limited amount of closed changing rooms.
When I went to the changing room to go home, there was a girl about 18-20 years old in the same set of lockers as me. She hadn't been in the nude part (or at least, I didn't see her there). As the closed changing room was full, and the combined changing room is full of nude people, I guess she decided to just change there. I guess she forgot to bring an extra towel to dry off, but she did her best to stay covered as much as possible. She already had her panties on when she tried to put her (braless) top on. However, I guess she didn't bring an extra towel as her back was still wet when she tried this, and the top rolled up and she struggled really hard to get the top over her boobs as the top kept rolling up every time she tried pulling it down. She got embarrased and ended up asking me to help her.

The hot thing about this story was that she clearly didn't intend to go nude but ended up (partially) nude in front of some stranger (me!).

I went with a group of people to hand out supplies after a flood. I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. When we got there and sat the tables up one of the other women pointed out that my zipper was down. I tried to get it up, but it was stuck. So I went over to the port-a-potty and worked on getting it up. I was wearing red lace panties very visible if the tight jeans were not zipped.

When the box of stuff I was handing out got empty I squatted down to get a new box. I felt it when I started to stand the zipper broke. My t-shirt was too short to pull down and cover it up. I tried to keep it closed and would stand so the box blocked the view, but it didn't work that well. There were lots of men walking by that got a nice look at the red lace. I was there for another 6 hours trying to keep covered.

My wife has big D cup tits. Once she ordered a bikini based on one she already had so she neglected to try it on. At our friends’ house we hit their pool and she realized the cups of the bra weren’t as big as advertised. At any given point that day her areolae were partially exposed, or her tits were leaking out the bottom or side. She had expressed concern to me and I said if she didn’t draw attention to it no one would notice. After an hour by the pool her friend remarked “well over the hour I’ve seen nearly every square inch of your tits so you might as well take your top off.” It was a joke but I watched her friend’s husband turn a bit red. I had already seen him discreetly checking her out.

… and did she?

No. Unfortunately.

Last Saturday morning, it was Mother’s Day at the place where my son takes swimming lessons. All the moms went to the pool with their children, ages 3 to 5. So my wife went to the pool with our 3-year-old son, and I went along to take pictures and videos. It was interesting to see different women in their swimsuits, some very revealing, some not so much. And the pool was quite crowded.

After the event was over, I took our son to the men’s locker room to change out of his wet clothes and put on his dry ones. The men’s locker room was at the end of a hallway, across from the women’s locker room. There was a frosted glass wall just behind in the women’s room door, right across from the entrance, and clearly visible from the hallway. When we came out of the bathroom, I noticed a naked woman just behind the frosted wall. Normally, you wouldn’t be able to see much detail beyond the wall, but she was almost pressed against the wall, so I could see her entire naked body. She was chubby and had very fair skin. Her tits sagged a bit. I could clearly see her bare butt, the crack of her butt and a generous sideboob in her large left tit. She had just taken off her bathing suit. The locker room was full of women struggling to remove their wet swimsuits to change into dry clothes. This woman found her place to change, but she certainly didn't realize she was showing me her ass.

I couldn't stay in the hallway for long, someone might notice what I was seeing, so the whole scene lasted no more than 20 seconds carrying my son. I just wished I could see more naked women in the locker room, but they were changing clothes a long way from the frosted glass, so there were not much detail of them.

Family friendly or just a friendly family
 

My previous partner and I used to go for an early morning swim before work a few times a week. We arrive right at opening bell 5:30 am. There was men’s / women's and “family” change rooms.

As it was so early there were never any family’s there so we would both go to the family change room where there was an open change area with lockers and group shower and then two small rooms with just a shower and change bench.

We used the small side room so we could take a shower together, and have a quicky in the shower before racing off to work.

We came out into the general change area one morning to find a woman we recognized from the pool, showering in the open group shower then she walked back into the general locker area and towelled off at her locker.

She was a little chunky but decent looking with nice big boobs and a full bush as was more common in the day. She smiled and said good morning as we retrieved our jackets and bag from the locker.

I am not sure if she just said screw it I’ll shower in here in stead or if she saw us head in there every morning and hoped we were using the general group shower and thought she’d join in…. I kinda hoped we would try that the next time but she never came back in while we were there.
Would have loved to try the group approach - just one happy family…