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Originally Posted by Openyoureyez89
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My wife walked a bit ahead of me and stepped over a wide vent that ran across the walkway. Her dress was immediately blown straight up. Not just to her butt cheeks but to about her stomach. It caught her off guard and it took a second for her to react by trying to push it down before realizing the real solution was to step away from the vent. When it finally was back down, she glanced around to realize no fewer than 15 or so people had turned her way when she shrieked. Half of which were males of all ages that had been treated to a three second view of her ass in a black thong and her jiggling cheeks and thighs as she dealt with it. She was beet red but laughing…
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Reminds me of one of my favorite memories. I’ll post it as my wife recounted on another site:
I had an amazing experience at a fun-house one time. Ed likes to have me dress up in revealing
outfits when we go out. During the evening I then often "accidently" expose myself to him in the
course of whatever we're doing. However neither of us had been in a fun-house since we were kids,
and we got more than we bargained for!
I was wearing a tiny little white cotton dress. It was tight on top, and although not see through at all,
it was obvious I wasn't wearing a bra. The bottom of the dress flared out much like a pleated skirt, but
without the pleats, if that makes any sense. The dress was so short that it only covered my butt
cheeks by an inch or so. The dress and my shoes were all I wore. (I've never been much for panties)
We were getting a lot of looks just walking around the fair grounds (more than a pretty girl in a sexy
outfit might normally get). Ed even saw one guy actually bend over to try to see up my dress after we
walked past him! (and I'd have to guess that he could see quite well!).
We went into the fun-house just for the trill of trying to navigate through whatever might be inside in
my skimpy outfit. I was nervous about just entering the ride, because you had to climb up 3 or 4
moving stairs on the outside. Once inside things were fairly uneventful. I climbed up a ladder, but
there was no one behind us. And Ed fondled me a little in a dark mirror maze.
As we emerged for the mirrors, we were probably a little disoriented, both from the fondling and from
entering a brightly lit area. We emerged onto a platform about 5 feet in the air. On the platform were
hand rails snaking back and forth like a ticket line, leading to a ladder to get down. Below was a
spinning tube you had to go through to exit the ride, with 3 or 4 carnies standing there watching the
platform. I was wondering how I was going to climb down the ladder with the carnies watching me.
Neither of us noticed the guy in the booth about 5 feet straight in front of us. You can probably guess
what happened next...
As I stepped out ahead of Ed onto the platform I put my hands on the rails and got about two steps
when I was hit by a blast of compressed air. As I let out a little yelp, my dress flew. The flared part
shot straight up, folding the dress in half. I was naked from my ankles to my rib cage!!!
The booth guy laid on the air for what must have been a good five seconds. I struggled to get my
dress down, but because my hands had been on the rails the dress had come up under my armpits
and with the force of the air blowing the dress around I never even came close to bringing it down.
Finally I made the not too brilliant move of jumping out of the air-stream... backwards.
You've never seen guys with such big smiles on their faces! We were laughing too, although I was
quite embarrassed. And I knew that I was still standing on the platform and would have to cross the
air vent again. Worse, I had to climb down a ladder, with 4 guys at the bottom who now knew I had
nothing under my little dress!
After I regained my composure a little, I moved quickly across the air vent, managing to only let the
back blow up a little. The carnies were very nice about the whole thing (none made any obnoxious
comments), but they also weren't shy about moving closer to the platform and ladder, and trying to
get another view. Somehow, by wearing what I was (and wasn't) and by reacting good naturedly, I'd
given up my normal right to have men not be so obvious about trying to see up my dress.
I got down the ladder as quickly as I could, although I can only image what kind of view they got from
below. At the time I thought of that as less embarrassing than standing there naked in front of them
with my dress flying, but as I thought about it afterwards, I realized that a couple of them had gotten
an even more intimate view as I backed down the ladder!
They tried to convince my that the safest way thought the tube was to crawl, but I wasn't buying it!
I've been seen many other times in various degrees of undress, accidently and "accidently". But
somehow those five seconds of forced exposure are the most naked I've ever felt