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True Stories! (Patreon)

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2022-07-24 17:42:01
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2022-12

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With the hot hot dog days of summer upon us (sorry, southern hemisphere!) it's time for another True Stories poll!

It's been a while, so here's how it works- submit your true stories of wardrobe malfunctions, upskirts, downblouses and other lucky moments of casual voyeurism. You vote on your favorite. I illustrate it!  These can be moments you witnessed first hand, second hand, or even moments that happened to you!

This is the pre-poll round, so I'll pick the best 3-5 stories for a proper poll in about a week or so. Throw some likes behind your favorite stories! And if you chose to share a story, don't skimp on the details! :D

Pic related- last week, I saw this lovely brunette scrambling to pack up her flea market tent at the end of a hot day, in her tiny babydoll dress. She was flashing her cut magenta panties every which way!

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BessJess

Sounds like a nice moment to have seen. Great job at drawing it. 😍

Anonymous

Okay so my supervisor at the jewellery shop I work at always wears these really tight dresses with a zip that goes down the front all the way to the hem. She shows off a tastefull amount of cleavage, nothing slutty, but one day she reached into a cabinet and her dress practically burst open. And you could see everything, she wasn't wearing a bra and when she walked her nipples would bounce in and out of view. Took her a good half hour to realise what had happened. I will never forget it 😂😂

Gao23
>>88233265

Thank you! I like to jot down these quick sketches while the memory is still fresh :-)

Dalek Supreme

So a long time ago you did a picture of my fave incident in the Louvre in Paris of the girl with the wrap around skirt that fell open revealing her stocking clad legs... So two others: 1: A female friend of mine told me how she went to work wearing a coat and when she arrived realised when she took her coat off she had forgotten to wear her skirt. Had to nip out and buy one. 2: My Mrs and her female colleague were doing a presentation to a Law firm. Mrs Supreme's hold up's wouldn't hold up and kept falling down, with her fighting to pull them back up and her colleagues "shirt dress" kept coming undone flashing her underwear at the audience.

Himannv

I think I once posted a lengthy account of what befell my wife at our wedding. This was as a comment on deviantart for that bride image you made. I believe it might fit in with what you're looking for, although I suppose it was similar to the image in question.

Anonymous

It’s from fiction, but there’s potential here. There’s a scene from Orange Is The New Black where Polly, exhausted from single-parenting a new baby, comes to the door with her blouse unbuttoned and the flaps of her nursing bra open, exposing both of her breasts. When her friend Larry awkwardly points it out to her, she shrugs and replies, “My tits are always out.”

Gao23
>>88245942

I love hearing about women so rushed and harried, they run off to work half-dressed! And I'm sure Mrs. Supreme's presentation was a smash success! No remembers what the topic was, but they definitely remember the "presentation"!

Gao23
>>88256421

Posted under DazeEarth? Copy/Paste it here! It's highly relevant!

Himannv

My wife, Linda, wore a lovely imported dress for our wedding some years back. It had to have some kind of cone-like petticoat under the dress to give it that poofy look. However, it was very hard to walk in since it could get caught under your feet and might make you trip. Now, my wife is somewhat conservative and ordered a dress with shoulder straps. However, the person who was in charge of makeup and dressing her up somehow managed to convince her that a strapless dress was all the rage at the time and she had the breasts to support that style anyway. Linda has this tendency of listening to people and following their instructions, even if it's not something she thinks is the right course of action. So, she was talked into getting the straps removed on a dress that was meant to have them and her petticoat was attached to the dress as well. On the day of the wedding, Linda looked stunning. She was 24, slim, and had curves in all the right places. She was just 5 feet tall but wore a 4 inch heel to compensate. The dress was beautiful as well, but as mentioned before, quite difficult to navigate. She was careful throughout the wedding ceremony, and while walking she had to occasionally kick the petticoat into position to make sure she doesn't step on it. It required a fair amount of focus on her part and she managed it quite well, for most part. The wedding went off quite well and the reception and dinner were almost over. It was getting closer to the end of the night and mostly there were photos being taken before we left. A group of people who worked in Linda's office were there and they wanted to take a picture with her, but they wanted to do this in the driveway of the hotel where the reception was held. There was a fountain there that provided a great backdrop for a photo. The photo was taken and they were all walking back. Linda was walking back with a friend of hers, and after the long day and all the excitement, she completely forgot about walking carefully with the petticoat. She stepped on the petticoat and stumbled forward, causing her to place her next step on the petticoat as well. The petticoat was attached to the dress, and the dress was pulled down hard. Without the straps, the only thing holding the dress up was the zipper and that gave away. Suddenly Linda found that her breasts were out in the air and bouncing about. She's quite well-endowed and this was very embarrassing and she quickly pulled the dress up. She reckons not many people were actually around at the time, but the doorman to the hotel was right in front of her and his eyes were wide as saucers apparently. Her friend from office helped her out and they quickly made their way to the nearest ladies room. Now, this ladies room was part of the hotel and not specifically attached to the reception hall, so even people who were not from the wedding could walk in there. Once there, the dress was examined and there was nothing wrong with it except for the zipper. The petticoat needed some adjusting as it had been stitched on and needed to be fixed. Nothing a couple of safety pins couldn't fix basically but neither my wife nor her friend had any. So Linda's friend from work stepped out of the ladies room and saw another co-worker and called her over to see if she had any pins. She didn't have any pins either, so the friend left this girl with Linda and said she'll get hold of the Maid of Honour, who definitely had safety pins with her. So Linda was left in the ladies room, holding her dress up with this other girl there. Now this other girl was not exactly a friend of hers and she was the type of girl Linda normally didn't like to associate with. She was a huge gossip and also someone who drinks a lot at parties. This party was no different and this girl, let's call her Bree, was quite drunk. Now, even in her state, Bree knew that there was no fixing the zipper until the pins arrived, but certainly the petticoat was adjustable. So Bree set about trying to adjust the petticoat, while Linda held the top of the dress. At this point, Linda was panicking and worried that her dress couldn't be fixed at all, and Bree had no experience at all with a petticoat and couldn't figure out what was going on under the dress. Bree figured the best way to fix the petticoat and dress was to take it off. At this point in time, in her panic, Linda preferred to follow instructions that someone else was giving her to fix the problem instead of actually thinking for herself. After a few quick drunken tugs from Bree and shimmies from Linda, Bree had the dress and petticoat in her hands. Linda found herself standing in the middle of the ladies room wearing nothing but her heels and little white panties. Now, at this point, anyone could have walked in and seen her but this is where she was lucky. At some point Linda finally acted decisively and hopped into a cubicle and the Maid of Honour soon arrived and the dress was all fixed up and that was the end of it. Linda and Bree aren't friends anymore. Bree teased her about the whole thing in office once she got back to work and that didn't go down too well. Now, I don't know exactly how many people saw her topless here. My guess is that it's just three people, but perhaps there were more people in the driveway who got a bit lucky. My wife is an expert in the blame game, so this was all somehow my fault as she wouldn't have gone to the driveway to get the photo if I wasn't taking one with my friends at the same time. How's that for logic?

Himannv
>>88256421

Found it with some difficulty and posted it as a separate comment. It's a bit lengthy.

Anonymous
>>88237828

Update: That same supervisor showed me pictures of her pole dancing today. And I swear to you my brothers, if she was wearing underwear I could not tell. I love my job.

Gao23
>>88237828

Wait, pole-dancing like one of those trendy workout classes, or pole-dancing as her night job is a stripper?

Miyagi

I have a pretty good one, I used to live in Canada before moving back home and while there for a few months I worked in a Party City store between the run up to Halloween and new year. A couple weeks before Halloween this lovely blonde woman (early to mid 30's) comes up to me in the store and asks for help. She wanted to know where all the Frozen items were (it was 2014 so frozen was huge), we had a large selection of costumes and prop items etc. I was actually carrying a box of Frozen stuff to restock the shelves as it was constantly getting cleaned out so I walked over with her. I pointed out to a section of stuff and started opening up the box and filling in the gaps so I was about 4/5 ft away her. She decided to squat down on her haunches and dig through some stuff on the bottom shelf. Every so often out of my parifery she would turn to face me to hold things up to look at them then put them back. This went on for a couple of minutes and I wasn't really paying attention to her when she spoke to me. Now I turned to face her directly as she now had my full attention. "Do you think you have this in a smaller size?" And that's when I saw it, pretty much the entire crotch of her jeans had ripped along the seam from just below the bottom of her zipper to about her booty hole and I could see her hot pink satin thong and a slight camel toe in the material. I couldn't believe it did I actually see that? No way. It seemed like an eternity but was probably only a second or two before I gathered myself. "Ugh sure let me check this box", as it turns out I had what she was looking for. In the time I was searching she had turned back to face the shelf again and looked for a few prop items. I told her I found what she was looking for and went to give her the dress she wanted and as she turned back to face me still squatting down with her legs open I saw it, the last few strands spanning the rip had broken meaning the rip now opened up about 2 inches wider than before and now offered me a completely unobstructed view of her thong clad pussy, I damn near had a heart attack, this was a dream come true, I couldn't believe it, she was so freaking hot and her pussy was damn near out in public right infront of me, everything seemed to be in slow motion. She just stayed squatted down legs apart inspecting the dress facing me. She smiled and seemed pleased and stood up but as she did so her legs opened up a little more and the rip extended about another inch or so up her ass. "OMG this is perfect my daughter will so happy, I've been to six different stores across the city, you've been so helpful, thank you". Now I felt really bad for her so I decided to break the bad news to her so I whispered to her softly to spare her blushes as best I could. "I'm really sorry ma'am, I don't qiute know how to tell you this but I think you have a rip in the front of your jeans..." her jaw dropped, she leaned over and saw the start of the tear near her zipper looked back up and me and went beet red. She cleared her throat and muttered thanks before attempting to pull her shirt down over her zipper and ass which obscured it slightly, you couldn't really see the rip from the back as it was more between her legs. She shuffled off to line for the tills and it was long too. I finished unpacking the boxes and headed to the back of store to get more boxes. We caught eyes again while she was paying and I sheepishly smiled and sort of half waved as if to say sorry about that. She smiled back as if to say thanks but she went beet red again and left the store in a hurry with her purchases.

Gao23
>>88446354

Heh heh heh, I LOVE that you told her- you got to witness her embarrassment immediately! I remember a similar incident in college. This lovely half-Italian, half-Japanese girl had a rip in the crotch of her baggy jeans (this was the early 90s). She was flashing glimpses of buttcheek and panties all day (transparent white panties with opaque white polka dots!) At some point, I saw her notice her predicament- I'm sure she was shocked to reach back and touch bare ass- so she tied a sweatshirt around her waist. I though the show was over... until she squatted down, knees apart, showing the tear extended through the crotch to her fly. Squatting revealed her shaved puss, covered only by a strip of transparent white panty!

Anonymous

Sadly I have none. I do always a near miss I had back in high school. Our class had ended but it was a lab session so everyone had to walk across the courtyard to get to their next class. I had just walked past a girl in my class wearing a short black skirt because I was the type of kid who had to get to their next class early. After walking a few steps ahead of her I know her skirt blew up based on some of the comments from the guys still behind her.