[Brt38]

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).