[anogrefromaswamp]

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.