lisa123414
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Okay, so how about no panties?
Don’t get excited y’all, I was wearing pantyhose today, but not panties ok? And now I remember why I hate to bother with hose. Grabbing them out of the drawer as I rose extra-early this morning for a conference, I was not paying nearly enough attention. Hmm, the waistband is loose, but the legs look good so off I went to my meeting. When I got there, I could tell they were gathered at low hip level. The first trip to the bathroom confirmed my panty was now a bikini.
Pulling them up, “Shoot fire!” wouldn’t you know it, I put a fingernail through the sheer fabric from tugging too hard. I know it’s a long walk to my car, even longer drive to the nearest store, so I very gingerly pull the hose up my legs, hoping the run stays above the skirt line for a while.
The meeting room is not girl friendly, set up as an auditorium, there are rows of seats. The seats are tiered and low, and my high heels mean with feet on the ground my knees are higher than my hips. I try crossing my legs and realize that my short skirt is now distracting the speaker so I uncross my legs and demurely cross my ankles.
At the breaks and at lunch, rising from the low seats makes me feel like Venus. Taking a drink from my bottle of water, I look around the room and notice there are four women and sixty men in the room. I spent the afternoon trying to pay attention to the speakers but also watching, as my single run became two, and then after another trip to the ladies’ I also developed a run down the other leg.
Pretending to myself, that no one else could possibly have noticed my “racing stripes” I left the conference.
Don’t get excited y’all, I was wearing pantyhose today, but not panties ok? And now I remember why I hate to bother with hose. Grabbing them out of the drawer as I rose extra-early this morning for a conference, I was not paying nearly enough attention. Hmm, the waistband is loose, but the legs look good so off I went to my meeting. When I got there, I could tell they were gathered at low hip level. The first trip to the bathroom confirmed my panty was now a bikini.
Pulling them up, “Shoot fire!” wouldn’t you know it, I put a fingernail through the sheer fabric from tugging too hard. I know it’s a long walk to my car, even longer drive to the nearest store, so I very gingerly pull the hose up my legs, hoping the run stays above the skirt line for a while.
The meeting room is not girl friendly, set up as an auditorium, there are rows of seats. The seats are tiered and low, and my high heels mean with feet on the ground my knees are higher than my hips. I try crossing my legs and realize that my short skirt is now distracting the speaker so I uncross my legs and demurely cross my ankles.
At the breaks and at lunch, rising from the low seats makes me feel like Venus. Taking a drink from my bottle of water, I look around the room and notice there are four women and sixty men in the room. I spent the afternoon trying to pay attention to the speakers but also watching, as my single run became two, and then after another trip to the ladies’ I also developed a run down the other leg.
Pretending to myself, that no one else could possibly have noticed my “racing stripes” I left the conference.
