Girls Struggling With Their Clothes

[anogrefromaswamp]

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?

[monarch1]

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

[piecenick]

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?

[rracoonz]

Originally Posted by piecenick

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.

[Archelon]

A couple of reposts, if that is OK.

Originally Posted by Archelon

Another time I was going to lunch with some colleagues from work. One of them was a beautiful, busty, blue-eyed blonde. I bet she must have been DD at least. We were sitting in the back seat together and I look over and a button on her blouse had come undone. the material of the blouse was rather stiff, and so it stood open. I mean, I could have put my fist through the hole without touching the material on either side. Unfortunately, that day she had chosen to wear a bra built like a bullet proof vest. While the bra was pretty, that wasn't what I was interested in seeing. I caught her eye, motioned to my chest, and she figured it out and fixed her problem. Pleasant memory none the less.

Originally Posted by Archelon

So, one night the wife and I attended a big, black tie, charity find raiser downtown. We were actually seated at the big table, but I had my back to the speaker. So the charity's jeffe was speaking, doing the obligatory thank yous. I heard some whooping and looked up and at the table next to us was a very attractive Hispanic woman doing the whooping. She had on a halter top style gown with a wrap.

While she was whooping, the wrap had fallen off and her top shifted. Unbeknownst to her, this left her right breast exposed. For a bit. And because she was at the front of the room, and everyone was watching the jeffe, i dont think many saw it. After a minute or two she put her hands down and turned back to her table so i couldnt see anymore.

Then it happened again 5 minutes later. This time, someone at a table on the otber side side called her over. She jumped up and her breazt was covered again, then ran to the table next to us. I heard a part of the conversation in spanish, but couldnt tell what waz said because my spanish isnt good enough.

But they must have told her, because when she went back to her table she didn't whoop or put her hands over her head anymore. She just sat there with an embarrassed, sheepish expression and acted all subdued.

The icing on the cake was that she was actually one of the events co-chairs so she COULDN'T leave. A few minutes later she had to go on stage to do her bit, knowing that at least some of us had seen her tit. Very nice.

Originally Posted by Archelon

About 20 years ago, my wife's best friend for life got married. She was (and still is) a cute little petite blonde, maybe an A-cup chest. Her sister-in-law was not. SIL was a voluptuous brunette, stacked like a brick shithouse, and smoking hot. I bet she was at least a large, full C-cup, maybe a D-cup.

So friend, being petite and not so curvy, chose for her bridesmaids dresses that they maybe would not have themselves chosen. Strapless, low on the shoulders, and kind of wrap around. I teased the wife before the wedding that if a couple of stitches or hooks or whatever gave way they would just be walking right out of them. At the reception, it was quite entertaining to watch the bridesmaids fussing with those dresses.

SIL was out on the dance floor with her young children (about 6 or 7 yo) and dancing up a storm. They held hands and the three of them are dancing in a circle. A fast song comes on and she begins dancing quite vigorously, all the while her hands being occupied as her dress drops lower and lower.

And then her tits just popped right out the top of the dress. Big beautiful areolae and nipples. Areolae must have been silver dollar sized.

She immediately realized it, shook off the children's hands, pulled up her dress, and ran off the dance floor holding the dress up all the time to hide in the back. She was absolutely mortified and it took another hour before she would come out of the back corner.

[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.

[Gnome72141]

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!

[gwm]

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.

[captcrunch99]

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 🤔

[anogrefromaswamp]

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.