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I got a question I think we would all like to know what would you consider the most embarrassing thing that could happen to you, and what is the most embarrassing thing that ever has happened to you

If you don't want them to see your thong............stop wearing them instead of the skirt.

I once went for about half an hour without realising my blouse was partly unbuttoned - circle line, then picadilly line, then halfway down oxford street - and everyone could see my boobs :( several guys last year were spying on girls in the changing rooms at school and I was one of the ones they filmed :( lost my top on a waterslide :( prob the worst was jilling one morning without realising that one of my bros friends had crashed on the sofa in my room the night before :(

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On holiday in Greece and bought new white swimsuit, did not relaise when come out of pool it had gonesee through all guys looking.
Also as already said, skirt blows up and all see white pants.
Worse bacstage at concert we doing and did not realise there was video camera and was showing on big screen and I take off dress to change for next song and only wearing pants!!

Any chance of those guys visiting this site and posting video? :p Sorry, just joking, must have been embarassing :)

I fucking hope not!
one of the worst things about it was not knowing who had seen it :(

Jilling? Sorry, I'm not familiar with that term. :confused: I'm thinking masturbating, but don't know for sure. :D

i know its a question for the ladies.. but to talk about embarasing moments... I slept over at an exgirlfriends house once, I was like 17... not the first time... but I guess it was the first time her mother found out... I always pictured her finding out and chasing me out of the house with a basebal bat.. except I woke up in the AM, got out of the bed to stretch and her mom walked in on me in just boxer shorts golding a tray of eggs, toast, and o.j. for 2.

damn.

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her mother wore boxer shorts?
just kidding but that's how it reads

The most embarrassing thing ...
 

The most embarrassing thing that COULD happen to me? That is hard to say, because a major embarrassment hasn't happened to as an adult. The first thing that comes to mind would be for an adult who respects me professionally to send me a video he found on the Internet, which featured me naked, giving some guy a blow job.

Probably the most embarrassing thing which has happened to me goes back to my teenage years. I last wrote about it in 2003. I think many women had the same general horror happen to them too. I remember a newspaper item, about a forty year old woman who was still embarrassed by something which happened when she was fifteen. When she came out of the swimming pool at a country club, the top of her new bikini came off. She picked up her top, and ran like hell to the dressing room, where she hid for a long time, before she worked up enough courage to come out.

That might not be as traumatic for a fifteen year old in 2003 (hard for me to tell, because I was not fifteen in 2003) but it was really traumatic for her in 1978. Her older brother, a high school senior, several of his friends, and a lot of other teenage boys saw her topless. She never wore that bikini again, and twenty-five years later, the event still bothered her.

Oh, the embarrassment of it all! The same thing happened to me in 1982, give or take a year. Like the embarrassed woman in the article, I never wore that bikini again either. When I was in high school, I went to the beach with a boy I kinda liked, and his family. I wore a fairly modest bikini, with a crop top t-shirt and jogging shorts over it, and topped it all off with a hot yellow mesh coverup.

We got to the lake, and were met by other members of this boy's family. They had set up the whole nine yards. Food, beer for us underaged kids, and two ski boats. I had never water skied, so I just rode in the tow boat. Eventually, I got up my nerve and tried it.

I'm an excellent athlete, and very well coordinated. Getting up was easy. They didn't go very fast at first, and I completed the ride without mishap. I did it three more times that morning. I kept after them to take me faster, and to swing me wider.

It was the last ride before lunch. They swung me over another boat's wake. I blew the jump, and got horizontal to the water, finally doing a belly flop, and got dragged quite a distance, but I didn't let go of the tow rope! Not me, Oh no, I wasn't gonna be some pansy who couldn't hang on.

My suit couldn't hang on however, but I didn't realize it at the time. The water just peeled my top right off of me and I never saw it again. When you are wet, you aren't aware of your suit. I was treading water as the boat came to pick me up. The boy lifted me from the water, and I felt my bottoms slip off of my ankle and into the lake.

If I had planned this exposure, I probably would not have been embarrassed. This one I didn't plan. For some reason, none of the guys dove overboard to try and retrieve my bikini bottoms, although one of the women did.

The guys were staring, and I was crying. They didn't even have a blanket or any other fabric on the boat that I could use for cover. None of the guys had a shirt I could wear. None of the women had wraps. There were no personal flotation devices (life vests for the uniniated) on board.

We were on the far side of the lake. It seemed to take hours to get back to the beach, but it was probably less than thirty minutes. I spent the first part of the ride face down under the seat, but that hurt. Finally I sat on the seat, hands over my breasts, legs tightly together.

The guys would offer to equalize the state of undress, and I'd start to cry. The women would then yell at the guys, and I'd cry some more.

Finally, one of the women sat beside me and told me not to let them get my goat. She told me a similar thing happened to her, and once she started acting like she wasn't concerned, the guys let up. That made sense to my sixteen year old mind, so I stood up, went to the rail, and started looking at the trees and the hills, and talking like I was unconcerned. Strangely, when I acted like it wasn't such a big deal, it ceased to be such a big deal. I was still embarrassed, but decided it wasn't gonna be fatal.

When we got to the shore, I jumped out and began walking as if I was unconcerned. One of the women on board ran and got me a towel, which I covered up with when she got it to me, but I didn't cower in the boat waiting for cover.

There weren't a lot of extra clothes, and what there was didn't fit real well. I slid my running shorts on under the towel, and put my t-shirt on over it, minimizing my exposure. The top was short enough that when I stood, anybody sitting saw the bottom half of my breasts from the nipples down, and if I bent over, everything showed. The mesh beach robe helped to keep the top in place. I'm sure the baggy shorts with the high leg slit made an interesting presentation too.

That was my second clothing accident. The first one wasn't so bad, because it happened in my family's pool, with classmates I knew.