Request: Losing Clothes At Work

[Astro8]

I had.

[Beachheadache]

When I was in the sixth form, we had a secretary at our school who was slim, blonde and about 22 and had a habit of having an extra button undone on her blouses. One day as I was walking about the school, I saw her about 20 feet from me. My school was close to some fields and it got a little windy around the corners of the school. this day a strong wind hit us both and I was rewarded by the sight of her long skirt blowing right up past her slim waste revealing that apart from a pair of tights, she was completely naked beneath it. My prayers were answered, startled she swirled around and revealed a black trimmed triangle of pubic hair tightly curled beneath her nude coloured tights. We were alone and she shrieked pulled down her skirt and ran. From that moment on, I just had to smile at her and she would blush bright red.



Happy days.

[gogo75]

[Beachheadache]

Hi,

I've been doing a little thinking about this thread and remembered an incident that happened a short time before the secretary's windy skirt embarrassment. It happened in the early 1980s and the names have been changed to protect the guilty and the embarrassed. I have another story which was told to me by a ex girlfriend about her school experience in the early 1970s when a teacher ridiculed her in class and she got her own back - but that is for another time.


Shortly before I left school, I was taking a revision class with five other pupils, all girls. The teacher was a slim young woman about 28. While she was at the board, we all saw that the fastener on her grey knee length skirt had come undone and the only thing that was holding her skirt up was the zipper.

Each time she moved or raised her arms, the zipper came down a little further. Joanne, the alpha female, looked at me and mouthed "Don't say anything." I nodded and smiled, she seemed more excited about Miss Patterson losing her skirt than I was.

Miss Patterson was completely unaware of the how close she was coming to losing her skirt in front of the class.

A moment later, she reached up to pull the board down and that's all it took. Her skirt slipped down over her hips and pooled around her ankles, revealing that she was wearing tan hold up stockings and a pair of lacy purple panties. Miss Patterson looked down to see that her skirt was now around her ankles and froze. Before she could grab her skirt
Joanne was beside her.

I was startled by what she did next - instead of helping her pull her skirt up, she grabbed it and after a brief moment of struggle had the teacher's skirt in her hands.

"Give it back!"

"Say please!"

Miss Patterson had her hands in front of her crotch and was blushing bright red, it would was bad enough but me being there made it worse.

"Give it back now or I'll..."

"Do what, suspend me, I'm leaving for good in about a week." Joanne seemed to hear her words for the first time. She moved to the window and opened it and dropped the teacher's skirt out the window. luckily we where on the ground floor - but still.

The girls left giggling.

I took pity on her and found her skirt beside the bushes. She had the window open I almost handed to her but instead I walked back the way I'd come and gave it to her personally - I'm a good guy but not that good or foolish. she looked so relieved when I walked back into the room - so much so she pulled it on while I was still there.


Till next time...

[Couple6872]

Hope there is more to the story....waiting lol

[Beachheadache]

Hi there,

When I've got some time off in a few days and I will be putting finger to keyboard to bring you the story which was told to me.

Pleased that you are enjoying what I am writing.

so till next time.

Have fun.

[Beachheadache]

Hi

I'm afraid so, too much left brain and not enough right!!!

It was still there but rather locked away buried beneath a pile of rubbish such as making a living and paying taxes, it wasn't until I got into this thread then I thought - damn why didn't I think of that!!!

A thousand apologies for not bringing this too you sooner.

I won't make that mistake again.

till next time think those happy and rather naughty thoughts.

[Beachheadache]

Hi,
Here is the story which was told to me by an ex girlfriend about when she was a teenager in the early 1970s.

Pamela had two things that bothered her in life: one was a fear of being laughed at, the other was a poor aptitude for mathematics; to her the greatest invention was the pocket calculator.

And that is what made her want to punish Mrs Hanson.

To Pamela the sum just didn't make sense, her mind went blank and she found herself just unable to multiply the two digit numbers together especially when the whole class was now looking in her direction. She ended up just staring down at the workbook on her desk hoping the answer would just suddenly appear or she would disappear.

Mrs Hanson, was as subtle as ever.

"Really, you can't do that...I suggest you start at your two times table and memorize that if you can."

The class laughed and Pamela felt humiliated. she hardly slept that night and hardly ate her breakfast. she wanted Mrs Hanson to feel as humiliated as she had been - but how.

Mrs Hanson was in her thirties, with two children and a fear of getting fat; she wasn't but she was curvy.

She was always going swimming at the pool in the grounds during lunchtime and that gave Pamela an idea; what is she slipped in and stole her clothes?

Pamela followed her in and waited until she got changed and dived into the pool.

She was going to steal all her clothes but she lost her nerve - but not completely, instead she rummaged through her bag and pulled out her bra and panties; they were red and lacy and the sexiest pair of bra and panties she'd ever seen. Pamela imagined how humiliated she would feel having to walk around naked under her dress and knowing someone had sneaked in and stolen her underwear.

So Pamela slipped them into her blazer pocket and walked out - she felt so light-headed she thought she was going to faint!

About half an hour later, she saw Mrs Hanson walking across the yard towards her classroom, she looked flushed and uneasy, one hand pulling her cardigan across her ample bosom and her other hand defensively resting on the skirt of her dress just in case a sudden gust of wind blew it up.

Pamela wasn't surprised when she went home shortly afterwards and didn't come back for a few days.

Mrs Hanson stopped going swimming.

Hope you enjoyed this tale

So until next time...

[Beachheadache]

Hi,

I always find that a woman will tell you more when she is relaxed and especially after a few drinks.

Helen, a friend, told me that her most embarrassing moment happened on her way to work. She had slept late and awoke and dressed quickly - too quickly. she was making good time through the rush hour traffic when she glanced down and realized that she was wearing a pair of black tights, white knickers and no skirt!!! She was more used to wearing leggings or jeggings than a skirt and distracted at being late for work she had been on autopilot and not realized what she had done.

The twenty minute drive back to her flat was the longest ever, she kept imagining her car breaking down or getting into a crash with another motorist. While the dash to her door and across the pavement was she said just as nerve wracking.

I bought her another glass of wine for that little confession!!!

[Beachheadache]

naked dare in cinema perhaps...her expression says it all.