My Most Embarrassing Moment In Stockings

PLEASE feel free to contribute your most embarrassing moment!!

By the time I started dating my now wife, she had already switched to pantyhose. I find nothing more exciting that a glimpse of garter clips of bare skin above stockings so I was constantly trying to get her to wear them on our dates. Finally she told me that stuff was a waste of money and if I wanted her to wear them I had to buy them. Well that was a challenge. I was too embarrassed to go into a store and but those things so I mailed away for a catalog from Frederick's of Hollywood. I did not realize that most of their things were a little bit on the nasty side. So I picked out panties, garter belt and seamed stockings. I also ordered a matching bra (I got the size from my girlfriend. I gave them to her and she said she could take them home so she left them in my car. We arranged to go out the following night and she went into lady's room to change. She was in a hurry and did not see that the panties and bra were almost completely see through. We went on a boat ride on one of those things that looks like a paddle wheel riverboat. Her blouse was a little see through and when we got on the boat, I noticed that her nipples were clearly visible but there was nothing I could do so I didn't tell her. We went up to the second deck and on the top of the steps, the wind grabbed her skirt and blew it up above her waist. That is when I saw that her panties were like having nothing on. I looked around and if was obvious that a bunch of people got a good show. In the car on the way home, I told her and she said she wonder why everyone was looking at her. We went by a closed store and she made me stop to look at her reflection in the mirror. She turned red and the sight of her boobs and lifted her skirt. She was mad at me from about a week but we are married now so I guess she forgave me. We laugh about it now and have even duplicated her outfit a few times when we are away from home and know we won't run into anyone we know.

Hello Mercedes, I have read most of your embarrassing moments and thought maybe I’d share one that I encountered as a teen in the summer of 1964. Back in the 60’s every young girl couldn’t wait until she turned sixteen to have her “Sweet Sixteen” birthday party because that was the advent of her becoming a young woman. Going to a Catholic grade school until eight-grade I had to wear uniforms with knee socks to school and my parents forbid me to wear stockings out socially, remember pantyhose weren’t invented yet. So when I turned sixteen I was ready for some wardrobe changes.
Vividly I remember that morning of my sixteenth birthday taking a bath to get ready for my afternoon party and as I walked out of the bathroom two pretty pink packages with white bows sat on my bed just waiting to be opened. Mom peeked around the door of my room and in her soft voice and a wink said “Happy Birthday sweetie, I hope you like what I got you!” My heart raced as I quickly tore open the first present and opened it; when I saw the store name on the box I knew what was in it, a white satin bra and pink brief satin panties trimmed with delicate white ruffles around the legs with a tiny white bow in the front on the waist. I thanked her but mom knew I wanted more and told me to open the second package and in it was what I had hoped, a white satin garter belt and shear beige stockings. Yes, finally! I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and as I held them up mom told me that her daughter was now a young woman and was ready for a change because cotton was for girls and satin is for a young women, well after hearing that I totally lost it and started crying as I hugged my mother thanking her for everything. Then she pulled out of her pocket lipstick, rouge and eyeliner reached under the bed and pulled out still another box with white patent leather 2” pumps with pink bows to complete my outfit, my heart almost stopped! “Don’t tell your dad or he’ll kill me for this, he doesn’t want his little girl growing up too fast!” she said. I wiped my eyes and laughed asking her for her help in putting on all this make-up and fancy lingerie and she jumped at the chance of her daughter transforming into a woman. After the make-up she helped me put on my garter-belt and stockings for the first time and in order to get them correct she gave me some helpful tips that I still use today. As I slipped my panties on I could immediately feel the difference satin felt versus cotton then placed my garter belt on my waist and attached it in back. Oh my God what a feeling! Mom said the trick was to fasten the garters in the back first, adjust them to the right tension of the stocking making sure the garter tabs weren’t stretched too tight then attach the front garters smoothing the stockings by running your hands up your leg and finally adjusting the front tabs for a smooth look. As I put on my dress I looked in the mirror at my legs in stockings and heels and how nice I looked in my pretty satin bra and panties as mom nodded her approval. As was the custom for all birthday parties in the 60’s most girls wore dresses so I wore a white cotton dress with pink flowers on the bodice and embroidered light green and pink flowers around the hem and the matching belt. As I got downstairs my twelve year old brother even told me how much of a lady I looked. Wondering why nobody was there yet mom told me about the other surprise we were having the party in the party room at the amusement park. As we drove to the park I couldn’t help glancing down seeing my legs encased in nylon stockings and the garters I was sitting on had me feeling wonderful. Mom told me to wear a slip or petticoat underneath but I said it was too hot that day which turned out to be a very wrong decision which you’ll understand later.
As I got out of the car I was greeted by my girlfriends who had decorated the party room. We had snacks and cake and like every girl our age we got a little restless and wanted to go out to the park where the rides were my mom and my aunt stayed behind to clean-up the mess we girls made. Not thinking about our attire at age sixteen as our tom-boy image came out we didn’t hesitate going on the ferris wheel, bumper cars, roller coaster or merry-go-round in skirts or dresses but it was the fun house that started the embarrassment. More than half of the girls were wearing dresses and if you’ve ever been to a fun-house, dresses can be raised by jet air holes placed strategically under the floor. I walked around the first corner and there was nothing but a clown trying to scare people, I continued to walk around and for awhile got caught in the room of mirrors but got past that room fine. Then I was in a room with moving floors and gingerly walked through not even falling down I was feeling great thinking I can make it out without any embarrassment. Finally I could see the exit but still was concerned because I knew by the exit door the floor had those pesky jet air holes that would lift my dress. I got the idea of running out quickly averting disaster but again there was two clowns standing nearby looking like they were watching me. As I approached them one clown blocked my path as the other clown stayed by the door, when I finally did get by him he chased me and goosed me with his wand and the other clown chased me back in. There I was in this area of the fun-house alone looking out at the amusement park and on came the strong air jets in the floor lifting my dress up hitting me in the face and showing the world my white ruffled pink brief panties, garter belt and stockings, I was mortified. I screamed “Oh my dress!” and as I did the air jets stopped as if my screaming helped, my dress settled back down. Then in a moment on came the air jets again lifting my skirt up past my waist as I tried in helplessly to pull it down. Glancing out from inside the fun-house there were what seemed like hundreds of people watching my predicament laughing, whistling and clapping. The next time the air jets came on I thought I was prepared by tightly rapping my skirt around my legs so that it wouldn’t fly up but when the air jets came back on it startled me and one of my heels got caught in a crack in the floor and wouldn’t come loose. Up went my dress again but this time it was covering my view as I had to try to get my heel unstuck. Finally after a few minutes which seemed like hours of my panty clad bottom and stocking show the clown let me out. As I walked past him he slapped me on the rear with his paddle then as I turned to slap him back the air jet right underneath my dress came on again lifting my skirt and showing all of my pretty underwear one final time to the enjoyment of the assembled audience. Red-faced I hurriedly ran down the stairs and back to the hall holding my dress down with both hands hearing every comment along the way. I heard one guy say pink was now his favorite color. An older man told me how he would never forget the full view he had of my panties and garters. Another guy said he loved the color contrast my pink panties had with my white garter belt. Still another wolf whistled and commented that my face was a prettier pink than my panties!
I was totally humiliated on my first encounter with stockings and garter belts but it never intimidated me enough not to wear them. Even the movies and shows of that era had scenes in them much like what I had experienced. I recall many movie scenes in which women would get their dresses and skirts torn off completely in car doors and elevators leaving them totally exposed in their stockings and panties. No nudity like now and much more erotic.
TONI
P.S. – I found out later that my girlfriends told the clowns that it was my birthday and that’s why I got caught alone in the fun-house. Now if you grew up in the 60’s there was another popular ride called the Rotor Ride, it resembles a huge barrel and it spins around with high g-forces. Usually there is an audience standing in the gallery above and after a few minutes of fast spinning, the floor drops out. What happens next is the operator of the ride will do one last fast spin to cause everyone to freeze and then drop the riders quickly to the floor. If you had a dress or skirt on as you dropped you would slide down but the dress or skirt would stick to the wall and reveal lots of leg and underwear views! There were even some unlucky women who slid right out of their dresses much to the delight of the audience above! Yes guys in the 50’s and 60’s got quite the show at the amusement parks seeing lots of embarrassed women and girls in there stockings, open bottomed girdles, garter belts and ruffled panties. Guess how I got even with a few of my girlfriends for the fun-house episode? HeHee!!!

Hi Mercedes, I've been reading your page for a while now and find it's full of unlucky girls like myself, I was hot one weekend and my husband was doing some yard work, so I went outdoors and happen to notice our new neighbors were cooking out on the grill with their friends, their house is on a upgrade slope from ours and only thirty feet across, anyway I found hubby in the shop with oil on him from head to toe and told him I wanted to play, he knew what I wanted, He said give him twenty min. and he'll spank me like a bad puppy that I am, so I go back to the house and wave at everyone to be nice and I went into the bedroom and hung up a sheet over the windows, I had the blinds in the tub to clean them and they were not ready yet, so I look in my sexy outfit dresser and get out a hot pink garter with glow in the dark pink stockings I did'nt need any light for sure they were loud, about that time my husband came in as I spread out to tease him, he likes when I do this because I shave all the time to keep things smooth and he can't wait. I ask if he'd like to handcuff me to the bed and of course he said no, this time he wanted to tie me up in the chair, " sounds good to me " so he ties my hands behind the chair and pulls my legs back and spreads them wide open then tie them as well , I told him to hurry and take a shower because I was horny, He had to use the shower at the other end of the house, in the mean time the dog was after the cat for some reason and they ran into the bedroom I told Barry to stop " that's the dogs name " but he did'nt, the cat was all over the place when it jumped on the sheet the one over the windows, and it fell to the floor exposing my shaven self for all to see, I was by the window in my stockings and garter with my legs spread wide open I thought please do'nt let anyone notice and hope no one would notice but the neighbors and all their friends did, they could see right into our bedroom window and all I had to offer , I could'nt move, the ropes were too tight, I cried for my husband but he could'nt hear me, then to make things worse Barry started to lick me I could have hid under a rock, after about ten minutes went by my husband came in and seen me there red and ready to die, and Barry doing his thing, he put the sheet up and ask why am I teasing the neighbors, well he untied me " the mood was gone for a little while anyway, a few days later the wife next door came over and told me they never had a welcome party like that and said her and her husband had the best sex that night thinking about my shaven twat and being tied up, oh and she had to say Barry I know I was red when she said that. she smiles and waves when I'm outdoors and we talk " not about that day " and walk two miles a day, but I can't help wondering what's she thinking, xoxo Christy

Hi, my nane is Cathy and I love the things that happen to people, except it happened to me, A few years ago I thought I'd take a few pictures of me in my leather outfit for my boyfriend, so I put on my leather strapless 1\2 cup bra that is a little small and garterbelt with my blackline stockings with no thong on. I had taken about 8 pictures when I thought to my self " it's a nice day I'll take a few at the park" So I put on my sundress and took a walk to the park, we'll call it Courtland Park for now when I got there my plans were shot, a few other people thought it would be a nice day out too.' change of plans,' so I took a stroll into the woods along a bike trail and found a nice spot with buttercup flowers I like those, after a few moments I slid off my dress and laid it on a bush and started to take a few pictures, it was a little breeze and my nipples were hard and I started to get a bit wet, Then I noticed a better spot with more sun so I moved the camera and snapped off a dozen or so when I heard a rattle, I froze behind a bush because I didn't bother to bring my dress, Then 'oh my god' 7 boys came to the spot where my dress was near and had to stop, they couldn't have been no more than 13 years old, they came in the woods to smoke a cigarette, they needed a good talking too about that but being what I had on it wasn't going to be me. they were there about 5 min. when one of them noticed my dress and held it up , they started to giggle and toss it around then tug of war with, then I heard saw the dress rip in half, I don't know what I was thinking when I said stop !!. well all eyes were on me now, their mouths wide open, seeing a mostly naked girl , so I ran through the woods with them not far behind, then the woods came to a end and I had to get home, oh ; did I say the park was 5 blocks from home, I dashed across lawns around a fence or two in the streets, people were looking and pointing cars were stopping, and the boys were behind me. I did make it home and those boys still ride by the house, I don't think I'll try that again, I still have my leather bra and garterbelt but they never leave the house anymore.

This is a true story from my embarrassing teen years I am bursting to tell someone. I am so embarrassed that I always got excited for my Aunt when I was a boy. My mother wore stockings and dresses and pumps but my Aunt wore real shiny stockings and I could not help staring at her great legs. Am I a pervert? I helped her out of the car when she and my Uncle visited. Sometimes her skirt rode up and I saw her stocking tops and she'd smile at me and put her hand on my cheek and hug me. A couple times I saw her girdle garters and she saw me look and laugh a little and smile later on in the house. I found myself getting a hard-on in the living room or at the dinner table!! I loved her so much and loved her snug skirts and her bottom. I even liked seeing her reinforced toes and heels on her nylons when she slipped her shoe off. I got flushed if I saw my Uncle pat her bottom or run his hand over it!! I sat next to her on the sofa and tried not to get a hard-on. I actually wanted to kiss her and have her masturbate me. Do you think I was weird? She was all I thought about. If she caught me looking at her legs when her skirt rode up she was so nice and just smiled at me. I masturbated thinking about feeling her legs and girdle.

Several weeks ago we decided to go to New York city for the day, taking the train there, doing some shopping, a lot of walking and having lunch. My wife wore a black leather mini skirt, blouse, stockings and garter belt and pumps. No matter what she wears, she likes to pull those stockings up as high as possible, keeping them wrinkle free but also putting a lot of strain on those straps and clips. I remember it was a four strap belt with those plastic clips which should be considered useless, which she would soon learn. No problem walking all over the city. The problem started at a restaurant having lunch. After sitting down and ordering she decided to cross her legs. Upon crossing them a loud noise resounded. SNAP!. She looked at me with this close to terrified look. It was the unmistakable sound of a garter clip popping off of the stocking. Yes, she popped one of her rear straps. Yes, of course, a woman sitting next to us heard it too and began to stare. She managed to reach around and fasten it again without attracting much attention and, after assuming it was secure, crossed her legs again when that familiar sound repeated itself. It popped again. Fastening it a second time, she changed the way she was sitting and, once again, pop goes the garter. I could see panic was setting in as the woman next to us was finding this very amusing. A quick trip to the ladies room and all is better. O, so she thought. After returning to the table and sitting it happened again; pop goes the garter clip, followed by a second one popping. Now it was panic and fortunately the people next to us were leaving although that woman sitting next to us did get her laughs from my wife's dilemma. After eating, she made another trip to the ladies room for some repairs. After leaving and walking a block or two those same straps popped off again. Now we had to go into a coffee shop so she could attempt another repair. Coming out, she informed me that we needed to go to a store and get some safety pins. What happened? The plastic clips had broken. The stockings could be attached and the button locked in place, but when she would walk or bend or put any strain on the straps then the button would pop out and the stockings would start downward. Not one broke but two! A safety pin was a quick fix and got her thru the day. A lesson learned. That week she probably bought close to a dozen new garter belts. No cheap on with plastic clips. They were all six, eight and ten strap garter belts with metal clips and metal strap adjusters. More work to get all those clips fastened but less the chance of a disaster. Love reading all the stories on your site and they all go to show that the unexpected can and will happened. By the way, my wife later told me that even though this incident, along with her first incident involving her dress (which was a disaster) was embarrassing and an outright struggle, she did get a bit of a thrill out of it and quite a bit aroused. As far as that first incident I wrote you about in which the zipper slide on her dress sprung off and the dress completely popped open and off her, exposing everything, I asked her how she felt about that. Well, she said at the moment she was totally in panic and extremely humiliated as she would never have expected that to happen. Who would. But, she added, that even though nobody probably seen it, she would not have minded if one or two people got a glimpse. And yes, she said she got aroused from it too!

I just happened to be playing around on the computer and stumbled on your site. All of the stocking stories are humorous, if not down right embarrassing and that reminded me of an incident that happened to my wife just a few years ago. My wife is a busty woman and she has had her share of clothing disasters which included bikini tops that popped, blouses flying open, rips and tears and she even had a pair of zip around jeans, the kind that zip from the front all the way down and to the back, spring wide open in public. However, she did have a bad , stocking revealing incident just a few years ago. It all started with the purchase of a very tight denim outfit that included a small, sexy denim mini dress, denim 6" pumps, a denim garter belt, thong and bra. All denim. We decided one evening to go out shopping or to a movie, I do not recall which it was, then to dinner. She wore this outfit, less the bra as it showed thru from under the dress. This mini dress was tight and it had a zipper that ran completely from the hem of the dress to the top. Yes, I had to help her get it zipped. All the time while wearing it she had to keep grabbing the hem and pull it down as it kept hiking upward. At the restaurant she definitely got stares , not only from men but women too. She looked good. We were finished with dinner, paid the bill and were leaving; disaster was minutes away. Normally I would tell her to wait and I would get the car if it was a long walk, as it was, but this time she elected to walk with me. After 15 years of marriage we still hold hands and as we were walking to the car this night was no different. About 20 steps from the restaurant steps she screamed Oh No! and tore her hand away from mine. It only took a fraction of a second to turn and look. The dress was laying on the ground and she nearly tripped over it; the slide on the zipper had sprung and the dress completely popped off of her. I vividly remember her standing there with her hands covering her breasts, wiggling around in her embarrassment. Forget the dress, I took her by the arm and made a dash for the car. Run in high heels? Most women cannot. But she did. To add insult to injury, in the process of this mad dash her garter clips began to pop and by the time she got in the car they were on their way down. I do not know if anyone seen this event other than me, but I could care less. It happened so fast, but for her the whole thing probably seemed to last an eternity. After this, there were very few tight, strapless mini dresses. However, there are always skimpy skirts and there will always be those stockings and garter belts.

Well, it finally happened to ME! And believe me it's a lot funnier when you're reading about somebody else's mortifying moment than when you're living through it yourself. I was driving in my car and stopped at a strip of stores to do some shopping. I parked the car, threw my bag over my shoulder, got out and strolled over to the sidewalk that runs along the store fronts. I had on a pleated skirt that came to the top of my knees, knit blouse, white bra and garter belt, nude stockings (I am definitely a stocking girl), gold colored see-through panties with gold vertical lines on them and heels. I thought I was looking and feeling pretty sharp. I walked slowly past several stores, doing some window shopping. After passing a good eight or so stores, my right hand brushed against my skirt and something seemed odd to me. Something just didn't feel right. I looked down and brushed my skirt back but didn't see anything wrong. I walked past a few more stores, then touched the side of my skirt again and noticed it seemed bunched up or something. I ran my hand along the right side of my skirt and the bunched up fabric was more pronounced. Then I put my hand behind my leg and clearly felt my stocking top. I moved my hand further and touched my panties over my rear. In a panic, I twisted around and saw that the hem of my skirt had somehow gotten twisted and caught up in the waistband from the car seat and my entire rear - see through panties and all - and stocking tops, and garters when my legs passed the edge of the skirt were there for all the people on the sidewalk behind me and in the stores I walked by to see. I gasped and began tugging at the skirt to pull it free from where it was stuck. Because it was twisted, it took a few pulls which took a while and brought more attention to my predicament. I didn't dare look behind me but I know there were plenty of people on that sidewalk. I ran into the next store I came to (a house wares store) just to get away and tried to lose myself hiding in the aisles for a long while. When I finally left that store I strode quickly to my car looking straight ahead, making eye contact with no one and drove away not knowing how many people saw my show but sure there were a lot. I gave new meaning to the phrase, "I could have just died!"

Jennifer Well, it finally happened to ME! And believe me it's a lot funnier when you're reading about somebody else's mortifying moment than when you're living through it yourself. I was

MARCH MADNESS

After our years of friendship with George & Joanie, I endured a MAJOR embarrassing moment that I just have to tell you about. We liked to play games and – as a Christmas present to Bear - Joanie decided to go out for New Year’s Eve, bra-less in a low cut dress and wear stockings & a garter belt! Obviously I had to do the same!
It was a most peculiar evening as Bear & his brined George just kept staring at us. Joanie and I didn’t know who we were showing off for, but after a few drinks, we didn’t care! Joanie & I really let loose and enjoyed flashing our stockings and garters for our mates and anyone else that happened to be watching from the bar.
It turned out to be quite a fun evening and we ended up back at our place. We agreed to play strip poker for the last bottle of champagne – partners being bound by their mates! Naturally, Joanie and I did our best to distract our husbands, but a card game is a card game. They guys won and I lost!
George paid constant attention to my growing disarray. I was down to my stockings & panties and Joanie was still wearing her slip! He clearly enjoyed my display of stockings and garters! Then I lost my bra and I looked to Bear for help! Bear suggested that George wait until the college basketball finals before making me strip. As George leered at my tits, Bear suggested only that we wait for another day to pay the bet. That sounded harmless and I thought we’d all just forget about the whole thing!
That evening came back to haunt me two months later during March Madness when the college basketball tournament came down to the final four! Bear had invited George over for the championship game and then George reminded him of our New Year’s bet! Bear told me about it and I really had no choice but to agree.
Bear agreed to let me handle it my own way and I considered how to handle the evening. There was no question I would have to wear a sexy outfit. I just hoped that a sheer blouse and short skirt, black lingerie, garter belt and nylons might be enough distraction to avoid losing my clothes!
"No problem!” Bear laughed, “We'll just see if George goes along!"
I personally called George and invited him over for Sunday afternoon. I joked that I even had a bar maid outfit for the game. George said he was looking forward to a most enjoyable evening – no matter which team won! His response told me everything I needed to know!
The next afternoon, I selected my outfit, picking out black stockings and heels, black garter belt and lingerie, a sheer lavender blouse, and the short plaid kilt that Bear liked so well. Then, with a sly smile, Bear took a beer from the frig and disappeared to the basement to let me get ready. As the evening darkened, I emerged in my skirt and blouse, with a fancy black velvet choker about my neck and posed for approval.
Bear was stunned! To his credit, he said he’d never seen me look sexier and I thanked him for that. The rest would wait for the evening to come. George finally arrived about an hour before game time and I came out to greet our guest. I almost lost my breath as George stared at a fantasy come true! Standing at the top of the stairs, my skirt didn't even begin to cover my stocking tops and my black bra showed right through my sheer blouse. I worked hard to make my makeup extra sexy and I gave the appearance of a hooker just waiting for her "trick"!
It seemed that the worst was over. Bear took George downstairs and they began to watch the pre-game broadcast. I brought them drinks and snacks and just tried to stay out of the way. But no matter what I did, I showed off! If I faced George, my blouse fell open to expose my low cut bra. If I turned away, my skirt hiked up to flash my silky black stockings and garters! I just grinned and retreated upstairs as fast as I could. But each time I freshened our drinks, any doubts about George’s intentions disappeared.
When the game finally started, George shouted for me to join them and patted for me to sit next to him on the couch. It was soon clear that George and I were rooting for different teams! Each time I cheered, my skirt slid up, "accidentally" showing off my nylons before modestly trying to pull it down again. I was constantly showing off my low cut bra, nylons and garters for George's pleasure. Bear could only sit back and smile! No matter how the game went, I was going to lose! We winked at each other, but I was determined to win this bet, no matter what!
I brought down another round of drinks as half time approached. George’s team was pressing hard, but I foolishly said they would still lose! George grinned and offered me “double or nothing”.
“If they win, you’re home free. But if they lose, you strip!”
"All right!" I answered. "I agree!”
Bear gave me the strangest look, but said nothing! During the second half, the teams played even and I kept hoping I would win! In the end, my team was down with a minute to go, but scored and tied the game. George’s team missed their shot and my guys back to score a three pointer at the buzzer to win the game. I actually leaped into the air, flashing my shiny black stockings and garters and pointed to the TV.
Unfortunately, I was wrong! The buzzer had sounder and George’s team hung on to win the game! It was time to pay up!
I reached down and grabbed the hem of my kilt. As George and Bear watched, I lifter my skirt up past my thighs, unveiling all of my black stockings and lacy black garters! Knowing I had no choice, I dropped my skirt and reached up to unbutton my blouse! Even as the game trophy was being presented, I loosed my buttons and let my blouse slowly fall open in front of their eyes!
George looked at Bear who looked at me. This was the last change to back down. But even as I saw Bear move to protect me, I decided to take charge!
"You wanted a bet, George? Well now you've got one!"
With that I slipped off my blouse exposing my black half-bra! The quarter cups only accentuated my firm breasts, thrusting up and out, nipples completely exposed and accented for the occasion with dark pink rouge makeup!
Then I stepped back and unbuttoned my skirt! In a moment, it dropped to the floor, completely exposing my long black nylons and matching black lace garter belt! But as the skirt fell away, I was finally exposed because I wasn't wearing any panties! My dark cunt flashed into view as I coyly turned to George and posed before him.
George actually fell back onto the couch and just stared at my naked, lingerie clad body, not believing what he was seeing! Then I knelt down in front of him wearing nothing but my black half-bra, lacy garter belt, sheer black nylon stockings and high heel shoes! I was totally exposed in front of my husband’s best friend and I looked over at Bear. It was a thrill that we all enjoyed, but it was enough And he laid a soft blanket over my shoulders!

My story of a very recent occurence is not as dramatic as some here, but

just as embarrassing. I work as a receptionist for a very high end real estate

company in Florida. Most of our clients do deals in the multi-millions. So it is

required that everyone in the office look ultra-professional. Men wear suits and ties

and woman wear business suits (with pants or skirts) or suitable dresses. I am

the first person people see when they enter our office, so I must always be dressed

appropriately. Which usually means a dress, which for me is most practical. I like

wearing nice lingerie including stockings and garters on most days as well just for my own

satisfaction. On this day, I was wearing a light flared pink dress, and, like some

of the other ladies who have told on themselves here, I was not wearing a slip because

it's Florida and it gets too hot for an extra layer of clothing. And underneath, I thought

black would go nice with pink, so I had on off-black stockings, black garter belt and bra , and

black lace boy-cut panties. There was going to be a big inter-office lunch-time meeting in

our conference room, and I was asked to go to the local Chinese restaurant to pick up the order. It was a pretty big order which filled two big shopping bags. I got the order, then drove back to the office. There were few parking spots, so I had to park over 50 feet from the entrance. I got out of the car with my purse over my shoulder, carried one shopping bag in each hand by the handles and started toward the entrance. Two of our sales agents, one male, one female, were just coming out of the building and saw me so they paused to hold the door for me. I was right in the middle of the lot when the breeze kicked up and lifted my dress all the way up to my waist. Now, the whole first floor is covered by tinted glass windows which acted like mirrors and as if my dress flying up wasn't bad enough, I could see my reflection and saw my stockings, garter belt and semi-transparent lace panties - everything right up to my waist! Which, of course, is what the others saw as well. And naturally, behind those windows was the conference room I was bringing the Chinese food to. With the bags in both hands, I couldn't pull my dress down, so in a panic I instinctively did

the next best thing and pulled the bags around in front of me to try to cover myself but then my hem landed on top of them and I ended up holding my own dress up. So I pulled my arms back to my sides and the breeze continued with its mischief of exposing my undies to the world as I tried to run the rest of the way to the door (in heels, of course). Both the agents holding the door had great big smiles on their faces. The man (who I see and work with everyday) just shook his head and stared at the floor, avoiding eye contact and the woman giggled something like "Oh that darn wind, huh?' I'd have given anything if I could have just melted into the floor. But I just made some dumb face and shook my head back and continued through the lobby into the conference room where every head turned as I entered and someone said "Hi, Jackie, kinda breezy out today." That's when I turned my head and looked through the window at the perfect view of the parking lot and realized what a show I'd just put on. I just stared straight ahead, put the bags on the table, turned and left the room with as much dignity as I could muster (which wasn't much since I could feel myself blushing from head to toes). For a while after the that, some of the guys have glanced at me with a smirk on their faces and a few of the girls have tried to bring up this incident diplomatically and bring the subject around to actually asking me about wearing garters and stockings now that my little secret that I enjoy wearing fancy underwear is public knowledge.

Love, Jackie

Mercedes

First off, I think your site is awesome Mercedes! I am loving reading the stories, especially the Embarrassing Moments in Stockings. It’s my birthday today, and I was checking out your site, and decided to share my embarrassing moment from last year’s birthday.

My boyfriend was going to take me out for a birthday to remember. We were getting a room downtown so that we could party as late as we wanted, and not have to worry about driving home. I’m sure he had other plans too… as did I, but hey, we’re adults, right? My boyfriend works construction, and his worksite wasn’t too far from our hotel room. In order to save time and make sure we got as much party time as possible, we met at lunchtime, checked in, and I drove him back to the job site for the afternoon. It was a rather warm November, and it was a classic Indian summer day, although it had rained most of the week. It was about 4:30pm, and I decided it was time to go pick up Mike. I spent most of the afternoon in the suite we rented, and just to give him something special to say “thank you”, I got all dressed up to go pick him up. I had on a lacey white top, short black skirt, black heels, black stockings. Underneath I had on a black garter, and a very sexy white lace bra, no panties. I figured I’d pull up, get out of the car, lean back against it and listen to all the guys whistle. I knew Mike would love seeing me like that, and that he would love all the attention the next Monday when he went back to work after driving off with me on Friday.

I pulled up to the job site, but I couldn’t park close enough for Mike to see I was there. Seems they were moving some of the equipment away, so there were a couple tractor trailer trucks there loading up bulldozers. Against my better judgment, I began to walk toward the construction trailer where I knew Mike would have to clock out for the day. Seemed harmless enough, although something kept telling me to stop and go back. A job site is no place for a girl dressed in high heels, short skirt and white top. As I walked, I looked for Mike. I started hearing the guys whistling at me, and making their crude construction site remarks. Finally I spotted Mike, he was climbing out of his piece of equipment (sorry, I don’t know what it’s called.. but he digs holes with it). I started to wave to him when I heard someone yell “look out lady”. I guess I just assumed they were talking to me, so I turned around to see who yelled. Just as I did, I realized that I should have looked out instead of looking around. The pathway was muddy and wet, and unbeknownst to me, there was a drainage ditch across the path. It just looked like a little mud, and instead of stepping over it, I stepped right in it. Mud and water came half way up my calf. To make matters worse, I was turning, lost my balance, and fell face first into the mucky mess. I heard laughter, felt icy cold water all over my legs, chest and arms, and I felt myself turning beet red form embarrassment. Several guys came to my rescue, including Mike. They helped me up, and I started to wipe off the mud and water. It only got worse from there. My skirt had hiked up my ass, revealing my stockings, garter, and bare flesh. So anyone behind me got a full shot of my bottom, and could see I wasn’t wearing any panties. The flimsy white blouse had pulled open, and the lacy bra was no match for the heavy mud. I must have wiped my hands across my naked chest twice before I realized my bare breast was hanging out, covered with thick brown mud. “Get a coat” Mike yelled. I didn’t know what to say or do. I wanted to cry, but I also wanted to laugh. I kept thinking what a great story this would be at the local pup when these guys got together in a little while to have a few brews. On the other hand, I felt totally naked in front of all these guys. I was embarrassed, and wanted to run. Then, I felt a little naughty, and kind of like an exhibitionist, and got a little turned on. I don’t know if it was minutes, hours, seconds before I felt a heavy, stiff construction jacket around me. Mike was pulling down at my skirt, which was still showing my bare butt. He assured the guy who was kind enough to hand me the coat that he’d get it back first thing Monday.

As Mike led me to the car, all they guys started to applaud and whistle. I looked at Mike, I couldn’t tell if he was mad, embarrassed, or what. “Sorry” I said, looking up at him. He looked at me, then he bust out laughing. I playfully pushed him away and smacked him. He told me to get in the car, and that he’d drive. I opened the door, and figured I had better take off the shoes. Then, I took off the stockings so I wouldn’t get the car too muddy. I rolled them up, put them in the coat pocket, and told Mike I’d leave them there for his buddy as a gift for helping me by offering his coat. I got in the car, and Mike drove us back to the hotel. Since I didn’t have anything to wear, we stayed in Friday night. It was the most memorable birthday I had ever had. And staying in for the night was great too ;-)

Birthday Outfit

I would like to share with you and your readers a most embarrassing stocking story I had on my 35th birthday. I was out with my boyfriend that night at a very popular nightclub and wanted to look really nice and sexy for my birthday. It was very pleasant but warm summer night so light colors seems right. I had on a white ruffled cotton mini-skirt, a periwinkle blue cotton ribbed knit tank with pretty blue lace flowers around the straps and neckline. Underneath I had on my sexiest lingerie; a white satin and lace string bikini panty, matching bra and garter belt, nude stockings and white sandaled, open toed pumps. I felt very sexy as I walked into the piano bar and sat down on a couch waiting for the club to open. I’ve been told many times that I have gorgeous legs and as I sat down on the couch I let my skirt ride up just enough to discreetly let my boyfriend prevue the tops of my stockings Knowing now that I was wearing stockings it appeared he loved my little show as did a few other guys in my vicinity.

When the club finally opened we walked in and found a table to our liking and sat down. The club was beautiful; the dance floor was set below the main area where people sat so that every customer could get a good view of who was dancing. It was dimly lit surrounded by lots of neon and black lights. The music was awesome and after another drink I was ready to get down and dance. As the second song started I noticed my date seemed very interested and looked like he was undressing me with his eyes, it also seemed like I was getting noticed by lots of guys and even women were looking and pointing in my direction. Glancing in the dance floor mirror, I realized why everyone was staring; the black lights around the dance floor made my top and skirt almost transparent and my white satin and lace panties, bra and garter belt stood out like I had nothing else on! Then to make matters worse the DJ announced that there was a “birthday girl” in the audience and had two security guards usher me up to the stage as the crowd gathered around to get a better look. Now up on the stage in full view and blushing a deep shade of red the DJ commented on my sexy white underwear as the crowd clapped there approval. I saw guys literally with their mouths wide open and drooling and a few women were laughing at my extreme embarrassment. In what seemed like hours I had to stay up on stage as everyone sang happy birthday to me looking through my transparent outfit at my pretty underwear and stockings!

Finally after getting off the stage knowing I was completely humiliated, the manager came over and gave us a complimentary bottle of champagne to ease my pain. Though-out the rest of the night lots of guys came over and wanted a dance with me as I became very popular. As I drank the champagne I thought about how every guy in the place was staring at me and saw my panties and such, I actually got very aroused by the thought of it. It turned out to be my sexiest birthday ever all because of my wearing stockings and a garter belt.

My birthday is December 24. I'm use to not getting any presents the day before the Christmas holiday. My boyfriend at the time bought me a very sexy outfit and gave it to me on the 24. It included a black satin whalebone corset a pair of black very sexy open crotch panties and these amazing pure silk stockings. I think it should be pointed out that silk stockings do not feel like pantyhose from an egg or a box. The sensation was driving me crazy. They're also a little slippery if you pair them with a satin skirt. My skirt went down to my knees much to my boyfriend dismay. I wore a half cup bra under my favorite semi sheer white wrap-around blouse. I completed the outfit with black three inch heels. This was the outfit i wore to his companies christmas party. in the car i realized that my skirt was riding up like me and ice get along, slippery. At the party we met his friends and bosses and ended up at the bar. "I found sitting on the stool that my skirt liked to inch its way up my silk stockings. I figured; Well it had along way to go but I also figure I'd just let it ride up and fall over the stool. I didn't mind sitting on my panty bottom and my skirt still hiding everything. That actually went well. we had drinks and conversation for at least an hour. I was definitely feeling a buzz. Someone called for everyone to go into the main dinning room for dinner. As i began to stand i realized the fault in my plan as I heard my skirt rip clean up to my hip. Straight up the back and now totally open. Of course (since i was slightly wasted) my first reaction was to attempt to turn around and see how bad it was. The skirt flared out as I spun around, as I did this I showed everyone a view from my heels to my waist. This was bad enough until I fell on my ass. As I got up my blouse untied and fell open. I knew it instantly as the cool air felt really good actually. Six men stood with gaping mouths. I looked down and saw my entire underwear outfit was in full view. I swear they were drooling. I gathered my blouse and ran into the bathroom. it took a while to get thing back together. The skirt was totaled. I pulled the rip to the side and tied it shut. I guess the booze gave me an "I give up attitude." I went back out there with the rip exposing my leg clean to the the hip as I walked. My boyfriend led me to the dinner table and we ate. The meal was fabulous. I was less drunk after we ate, but i still had the "Who cares attitude." We danced and I danced with just about every guy there. so they saw my underwear. Whoopie. I will never see these guys again. Well at least not until new years.

In the UK – specifically, in the north of England, there is a tradition called Mischief Night. It’s the night before Guy Fawkes night and it’s not unlike Trick or Treat. It’s really just an excuse for kids going round causing trouble – knocking over bins, knocking on doors and running off, egging windows, slashing tires etc. I was always a bit of a tomboy and caused my share of trouble with the local boys – until I turned 16, that is. At this point, I sprouted a bust and became interested in older men. Well, 18 years olds at least.

One Mischief Night I set off to meet my new boyfriend. It was the first time I wore stockings and suspenders. I felt that they marked me out as a woman rather than a girl.

Unfortunately for me, the boys I used to hang around with had not matured at the same rate as I had and decided to teach me a lesson for turning my nose up at their childish activities.

They were calling out to me as I breezed past, my high heels clacking noisily on the pavement, but I ignored them and held my head up high. I was no longer one of them. As I stepped onto the grass to take a shortcut over the common, one boy called Christopher stood in front of me and blocked my way. I told him to move but he wouldn’t. I tried to step around him but he moved to block my path again. This time, he threw out his arms and pushed me in the chest. I think he was a little hesitant, as I managed to keep my balance and all he managed to do was make my boobs wobble a little. I tried to side step him again and this time he pushed harder. Crouching behind me on all fours, was another boy called Adrian. I went toppling over him and landed heavily on my back. My short skirt flew up around my waist.

It was very dark so I thought at first that, if I was quick, I could yank my skirt back into place without them noticing my fancy underwear.

But I was too late. Both Christopher and Adrian were on top of me, pinning me down. Three other boys stood around shouting their encouragement. My skirt was wrestled clean off of me whilst I shrieked at them to stop.

Once they had it, they let me go and I scrambled to my feet, begging for the skirt back. They played a game of throwing my skirt to each other as I became angrier and angrier – charging at whoever had my skirt but never managing to make it in time. My high heels were constantly sinking into the wet grass and I was acutely aware of my state of undress. Some of the neighbors had heard the commotion and were starting to come to their doors to see what was happening.

If I thought anyone was going to help, I was wrong. I could hear grown men laughing and cheering the boys on.

Eventually, my skirt got thrown up a nearby tree – well out of anybody’s reach. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I didn’t want to go home. What would my parents think of the fact that I had saved up my money and spent it on this ridiculous underwear. Fortunately, they could see how upset I was so they didn’t give me too much of a hard time. I didn’t see my boyfriend again after standing him up.

The incident didn’t put me off wearing stockings, though. There was something about the attention I got that, although highly embarrassing, made me feel sort of special.

Christopher and Adrian continued to do their best, over the next couple of years, to expose me and my stockings to ridicule at every available opportunity.

Nick

Mercedes My name is Cindy and I was watching my husband

as he was looking at your website. We were both reading most embarrassing

moments. I thought I would write mine in to you. I was

going to surprise my husband on our anniversary dinner. He always wants

me to wear garter belts, stockings, panties, and a pair or stiletto heels.

I use to wear these things for him when we first got married but after

having 2 kids, I didn't think I looked good in those things. So I started

working out to get my figure back and to try to save my marriage because

Tom didn't look at me like he used to. But anyway back to the

story. He was at work so I went out and back a sexy red garter belt,

with matching red bikini silk panties from Victoria Secrets. I also

bought a pair of black stockings there. My next stop was at another

lingerie store to look for a pair of red stiletto shoes. I forgot to

mention, I bought a rather tight fitting black dress. You know the kind

that if you're not careful will ride up your body without you knowing it

(This will come into play in awhile). Well, I called Tom at work and told

him I would meet him at the restaurant as I had a few errands to run. I

didn't want him to see me until later. So I rushed home and got myself

all dolled up for him. When he got to the restaurant, I wanted him to

wait awhile so I could make an entrance and see the look on his face.

Well, I was at the bar and I had a couple of drinks while waiting. I was

sitting on a bar stool that had a metal back. Little did I know that when

I sat down, the edge of my dress got caught on it and as I sat down my

dress went up. So I was sitting there with the back of my dress up to my

hips. And everyone sitting behind me got to see my red bikini panties,

and garter belt. So that is the first thing my husband saw as he was

waiting for me. Also about 10 other men saw them but no one said a thing

to me. I don't know how long my dress was up but I know when we got home

we had a lovemaking session that I will never forget. Now I know I

will never ever wear pantyhose again. When we go out it will always be

stockings under my dress. But I will always be careful when I sit down.

From now on the only one who will see my skirt or dress bunched to my

hips will be my husband

You know the old tale about that if you catch the bouquet when the bride throws it that you will be the next one to get married well that is what happened to me. My cousin was getting married and they had a professional photographer at their wedding. I was determined to be the one to catch the bouquet no matter what it took. I was wearing a mini skirt and had on a white garter belt and beige stockings. It was 1971 and I was 16 years old. My cousin threw the bouquet and I reached up as high as I could and that bouquet came right to my hands. I was so happy I could not believe I had actually caught it. But to my surprise when my cousin got her wedding pictures back I had reached up so high you could see my whole garter belt and stockings. Actually I thought it was really neat because I am sort of a show off at least back then I was. But to tell the truth I still Love to show off any time I can. But to top this story off I was the next person in my family to get married.

Alberta

Dear Mercedes,

I have a story to tell you about my most embarrassing moment in stockings although its kind of short. My boyfriend always likes me to dress my sexiest and I comply because I enjoy it. Anyway, a few weeks ago, I was wearing a sexy red garter belt complete with nude stockings. I wore red satin panties underneath. This was all under an Italian made silk mini-skirt (about 4 inches above the knee). Anyway, my baby said he was going to take me on a 4 hour whale watching boat (I live in Maine). This boat was huge, 4 stories I think, and it goes 45 mph! It was a windy day to begin with but when we got on the top deck going full speed, there was no hope for my skirt. I mean, it was so windy up there that it was hard to move so you can just imagine what my silk skirt was doing. Anyway, I had to grab onto the handrail to balance which meant I only had one hand to hold my skirt down. We stayed up there for about 30 minutes until I convinced him to go back down! because he was obviously enjoying the show. We turned around and just as I thought it was over, we started walking down the stairs which were in a hallway. This made the wind rocket propelled up at us. I had to hold the handrails though or else I couldn't get back down. Anyway, I let go of my skirt and it literally, the entire skirt, flew up to my chest. We got to the bottom of the stairs and I quickie pulled it down. I think everyone except one old guy in the bathroom saw my garter and panties. Too bad for him! :)

It's been a long time, but my husband, Bear, still follows your page

faithfully and encouraged me to send in another of those "embarrassing

moments".

This one happened in New Orleans shortly after Mardi Gras about ten years

ago when Bear and I went down for a business conference in the French

Quarter. I was proud to say this was MY conference and Bear was just

tagging along for the vacation. I worked during the day and he wandered

about Bourbon Street looking for places to visit and things to do. He found

both!

The place to visit was called the "No Name Bar" near Pat O'Brien's and the

thing to do was to find me a dress "to-die-for" he asked me to wear out that

night. I didn't know about the bar, but when he showed me the dress, I knew

something was up. It was casual and buttoned in front from top to bottom,

but it was almost sheer. There was a half-slip that covered up from the

waist down, but I would show off my bra to anyone who cared to look!

Bear's proposal was simple. First, it was New Orleans. Second, it was

night time. Third, at this bar, no one would even be looking! At first I

refused, but as we sat on our balcony over Bourbon Street drinking our

Hurricanes after sunset, the dress looked prettier and the darkness calmed

my fears. My Bear talked me into an evening on the town in a sheer black

dress!

He always likes me to wear black when we party, so he had picked out my

sexiest lingerie - a lacy black half-bra, garter belt, and sheer bikini

panties with matching classic Hanes full fashioned nylon stockings. I

finally agreed to dress up as long as we didn't go out until after dark. I

thought that no one would see my breasts through the sheer top at night and I

could live with that. But Bear had planned better than I knew! The devil

had cut loose the half-slip so that it hung by a couple of threads and I

didn't have a clue!

So - fixing my makeup, slipping into my sexiest underwear, and donning this

filmy silk dress, I ventured out onto Bourbon Street for an wild evening.

We were having fun watching the crowd and that began to loosen us up! Girls

on the street were "showing their grits" (that meant flashing their tits)

for beads and the guys around them were cheering them on and snapping

pictures. But Bear was a good boy and we wandered on down to the No Name

Bar (sadly - long since closed) to introduce me to New Orleans Mardi Gras.

It was still early and Bear guided me over to a table in front of the stage.

The first thing I saw was that above the stage was a row of bras and

panties tacked to the wall and ceiling. The waitress saw me and explained

that the items were all "gifts" from the happy patrons! As we ordered

drinks and sat back to listen to the band, I wondered who might be adding to

the display. I didn't realize it would be ME!

Bear loves to fondle my nylons when we go out and I am actually turned on by

his attention. While we sat in the hot and crowded bar, Bear began stroking my thighs and pushing up the hemline of my skirt until my stockings slid

into view. So far, so good, I thought, because it was dark and the

spotlight was on the stage, not on me. Then Bear began to play with the

buttons of my dress and expose my stockings and garters. Even now, I was

used to the casual display and it didn't bother me at all. That's when Bear

pulled off his trick! He had cut the half-slip loose so that it hung inside

my skirt by just a couple of threads and as we listened to the band, he

tugged them free.

The band finished their set, we ordered fresh drinks, and I decided to make

my way to the ladies room. As I stood up, my slip simply evaporated -

floating gently to the floor in the dimly lit bar. I didn't have clue that

my skirt was now as transparent as my blouse as I walked back toward the

powder room located behind the stage. Just as I stepped onto the stage, the

house lights came up and my dress was transparent! The bright lights showed

right through the filmy silk dress, exposing my lingerie, garters, and

stockings in full view! I kept my composure and slid off the stage hoping

that no one had noticed and the waited until the house lights darkened for

the second set before returning to our table.

It was bad enough that I had lost my slip, but I had no idea what would

follow! As Bear held up the slip to my dress, the singer announced that he

just "loved" black stockings and garter belts and the girls who wore them!

With that, the spotlight slid off the stage to focus on Bear & me down in

front. The bright light completely exposed my bared breasts, lingerie, and

black stockings through my totally sheer dress!

Megan

The following never happened to me but I witnessed it so I hope it counts.

I was waiting for a bus one windy evening.

This lady approached, she was in her late thirties, brunette and with a full

figure,

She was wearing a flared, white patterned dress and a light jacket.

She was also wearing a pair of bronze glossy nylons and knee length black

boots.

The bus stop was pretty full as it was raining heavily and this lady was

having trouble keeping her umbrella up due to the windy conditions.

She must have had some skirt trouble already because in her free hand she

clutched her skirt tightly as though she had already been caught out by the

wind.

The rain eased up a bit but not the wind and every so often the lady's

umbrella would fan out and she let go of the skirt to recover control of her

umbrella.

Well, you can see where this is leading to and you'd be right....but not

just yet.

The wind picked up her hemline and filled up the skirt, causing it to

balloon out like a parachute. The lady was ready for this and clutched the

side of her dress once again and remained like this until her bus came,

skirt held tightly and umbrella under control.

It was actually when the bus approached that the incident occurred.

It was still blowing ferociously and the lady, while still holding her dress

tight, fished into her handbag for either a pass or some fare money.

The bag slipped off of her arm and upturned onto the pavement!

Suddenly, nothing else mattered. She kneeled down to pick up her bag which

had started to spill out onto the wet ground.

Her dress filled up and took off behind her. Either she thought she had her

hemline tucked in under her legs or maybe she didn't care because the skirt,

full now with the wind, blew above her shoulders.

She showed off her full cut white panties and beige suspender belt holding

up her shiny stockings.

The view was pretty amazing and a few of the people at the bus stop were

just staring at her underwear.

The wind died down for a second and her skirt, pretty wet by now, clung to

her back giving a prolonged view for the people at the bus stop.

A few laughs could be heard and someone went to the lady's aid and must have

told her that her skirt was stuck up her back because she quickly stood up,

gasped and pulled down the wet hemline.

She turned sheepishly and them WHOOSH another gust came and lifted the front

of her dress momentarily. She quickly pulled down her dress and after a few

seconds of fighting the wind, walked away from the bus stop.

I guess she couldn't face getting on the bus with a load of strangers who

had seen her suspenders.

Once I discovered your web site I realized that I am
not alone in my love for stockings, garters and being
feminine. I'm in my 40's and I grew up in a time when
stockings were what you covered your legs with (no
such thing as pantyhose yet) and when you went out, it
was in a dress or skirt unless you were going to do
some physical activity like riding a horse or playing
touch football with the guys, or something like that.
I'm still pretty much that way - I am really not crazy
about pants.
And when you wear a skirt most of the time, every
now and then things happen which mortify you at the
time, but seem pretty funny and even a little
titillating when you look back at them. That's why I'm
writing this to you. I think it would be fun if you
had a whole section on your site devoted to
"Embarrassing Moments". I know all of us at one time
or another have had those sorts of incidents where we
could just die but it left everyone else with a nice
little show - guys would get turned on and your
girlfriends would laugh hysterically at your
predicament. I hope you take my suggestion under
serious consideration. I'll even be the first to
offer a story:

I had gotten all dolled up because my boyfriend was
taking me on a dinner cruise around Manhattan (what a
beautiful sight !). I had on a knee length full
skirted dress which was over a garter belt, stockings
and string bikini panties -no slip, it was summer.
Well, the boat got off to a late start but I didn't
know that the captain was really going fast to make up
time as we left the dock and made our way out into the
open water. There was a bar inside and everybody was
going out to the open front of the boat to enjoy the
ride. The line at the bar was so long, that when you
got to order, everybody ordered two drinks so you
wouldn't have to come back too soon. I left the bar
with a drink in each hand and walked to the front of
the boat where about a dozen people, a few from my
party, were standing, talking, laughing, and really
enjoying the ride. I joined them and was having a
relaxing fun time when the boat turned into the wind.
That's when it happened. You guessed it. That gust
of swirling wind grabbed the hem of my dress and
undressed me quicker than my boyfriend could have
done. My dress flipped up above my waist giving all
around me a terrific view of my panties, garters and
stockings. Both my hands were full - I had a drink
in each hand and because it was a boat, there was no
place to put them down. I tried hunching down a
little and pushing the dress down around my hips with
my elbows, but that had no effect. I turned around
with my back to the wind to try and get the front to
drop back down, but my twirling motion only caused the
damned wind to catch the back hem and now the whole
dress was up around my shoulders with just my elbows
to keep it from raising up over my bra. I kept
turning and twisting and bending and trying to push it
all the way back down with my two drink filled hands.
Finally after what seemed like an hour but was
probably about 10 seconds, the breeze shifted and my
dress fell back into place.
I heard a some female gasps and giggles and a few deep
voiced "All Rights". My boyfriend, whose hands were
also both filled with drinks and so couldn't come to
my aid (or so he says) told me later that my face
turned as red as a beet. I stayed in the cabin for
the rest of the ride and enjoyed the view through the
big picture windows. Nobody else mentioned what
happened but I did get a few very appreciative glances
during and after the ride from some of the lucky guys
who were in the right place at the right time.
Karen

I can relate to Karen's story because I had a similar funny experience! This past summer, Tom and I and some friends went on a short trip to Lake Superior to tour a couple of museums and one of them was an ore boat. Tom suggested that we do a photo shoot for the site at the same time because we needed some material for our "tours" page. When we can, we like to go to places of interest around northern Minnesota so that people can see what our area is all about. The first museum we went to was a snap because we were by ourselves and it was pretty easy to get all the photos we wanted because it wasn't that busy. When we got on the ore boat they put us in groups so that the only way we could get photos was by hanging back from the group. We made almost all the way through the ship with out a problem and Tom was getting some good stocking shots without anybody noticing. We finally made it up to the Pilot House which if I remember right was about 70 feet up and it was quite windy. I was making my way across the deck to the short flight of steps up to the Pilot House when WHOOSH, up went my skirt! Most of the people in our tour group got an eye full of stocking tops, garter belt, and panties and so did another group that was behind ours! I fought my skirt down but it was a battle! Believe it or not, I am really quite shy so I was quite red-faced by the experience but we had a good laugh about it later! :o) Mercedes

Tom took this shot shortly before it happened and you can see I am still having a problem with the wind. :o)

My Most Embarrassing Moment In Stockings!

PLEASE feel free to contribute your most embarrassing moment!!

From Brenda

p.s. I'm dating my ex-boyfriend's boss now

Hi Mercedes,

After reading many of the other embarassing moments that other women

experienced I just had to share mine with you and your readers. It

happened one windy but beautiful spring day six years ago when I was

living in the Twin Cities. They say Chicago is the windy city but I'll

have to disagree with that after my harrowing, red-faced encounter with

a revolving door-way and a spring Minnesota breeze. I was meeting my

girlfriends Beth, Joan and Sarah around six o'clock for happy hour.

Beth who always seems to draw the most attention when we are out had

told me she had gone out on her lunch break and purchased a cute yellow

and orange print dress to wear and couldn't wait to try it out that

night. That suddenly gave me the idea I had to get something quickly

and working in downtown Minneapolis I had the advantage of the many

stores within walking distance and besides my boss was out of town so I

could sneak out early to get something really sexy to wear.

After trying on a few skirts and dresses I came across this really cute

white,ruffled mini skirt, white 4 inch sandals and a matching white

short sleeved low-cut sweater top that had crocheted pink roses

covering the scalloped neckline. I stutting confidently to the dressing

room hoping it would fit perfectly and quickly removed my blue, boring

business suit. Well it fit magnificantely, the skirt flowed from my

hips and made my legs look awesome and the sweater showed off my

breasts so nicely but standing there looking in the mirror, my jet

black pantyhose, black lace panties and a a bra just didn't work under

the white so now it was back out for some cute, sexy undies. I always

like my bra and panties to match so I picked out a cute lace cup

underwire bra that would really show off my 38c breasts along with a

matching lace string bikini panty and feeling very sexy I included a

white lace garterbelt and some nude stockings to boot.

I noticed I was running late and my girlfriends are always telling me

how late I am so I told the salesgirl I was taking everything, she

nodded, smiled and said, I'll ring it up while you change into it, you

can put your other clothes into this bag". I looked at the clock and

trying to save some time I rushed out of the store deciding to not take

the longer route through the skyway but to walk the few block outside

to the car, besides it was a beautiful spring day. As I turned the

first corner I encountered the first of many "pin-up" momments, the

wind blew up my ruffled skirt past my waist revealing not only my

stocking tops but my garterbelt and panties as well. Holding my purse

in one hand and the bag of clothing in the other I was helpless in my

efforts to hold down my unruley skirt. Every few steps the skirt would

rise and fall to the delight of every guy walking and every time it

would happen I could here a "Ooooo, Ahhhh, or nice legs and panties

sweetie" remark, th

e skirt seemed to have a mind of its own. So I ducked into the store

next to the parking lot in which my car was in to stop my embarassment

but, to my dismay that still wasn't my worst moment. As I entered the

revolving door my bag bumped the glass and my purse caught and at the

same moment the wind blew up my skirt just enough for the bottom of it

to get caught in the door. As I started to walk out of the revolving

door I could hear a ripping sound and as I walked into the building my

skirt ripped completely off me revealing to everyone in the vacinity my

white lace panties, garterbelt and stockings! I froze for what seemed

like minutes, looked down and saw I was just in my undies and

stockings, screamed and tried in vein to cover-up with everyone

laughing, pointed and whistling at my predicament! I was totally

embarassed and ran to the nearest bathroom to hide. Finally a woman

came in with my shredded skirt and told me how I made 50 guys day.

Well, I composed myself as much as I could in that situation, looked at

my skirt and discovered it wasn't ruined completely, so I put on my

other skirt and walked the three blocks back to the store telling the

salegirl what had happened. I think she felt sorry for me, exchanged

the skirt for another exact one without question and I decided this

time to walk up one floor to the skyway and take the longer, safer way

to my car.

I did finally make it to the club that night (an hour late) without my

girlfriends ever knowing what happened. The best part of the story is

this, I met a guy that night that actually saw the whole episode of my

skirt ripping off and I ended up dating him for six months. We laughed

about it weeks later and I confessed to him that I actually got a

little aroused by the looks of everyone looking me in my panties and

stockings. Yes he loved it when I wore stockings and a garterbelt

under my dresses and skirts and you know what Mercedes, I've never wore

pantyhose since, even though I had a my most embarassing moment in

stockings!!

Blushing, Toni