Did You Lose Something Intimate?

I was still in college and was really looking forward to going out with this great looking guy that I had the hots for. To me this was going to be the date that topped all dates before, so it was very important to me to make a great impression on him. He was one of those few guys that just seemed to have it all together. He was handsome, smart, great in sports and a really nice guy to everyone he met. Most of the popular girls had dated him, and that put a lot of pressure on me because I just felt that just by being with him I was competing in that class.  Of course I also felt that if I handled myself well, then dating him would actually give me some more status around campus.

With that in mind, I made sure that I had all my ducks in a row.  I weaselled some money out of my dad and bought a new outfit. Nothing sleazy, but I made sure that it accentuated what few assets that I had to offer. It was simple, a plain patterned skirt and a nice blouse. Nothing fancy, because we were just going to the movies. It would not do to overdress. The night of our date I showered, put on my best lingerie (in case we got in an accident and ended up in the hospital – LOL) and put a lot of extra effort into my hair, cosmetics, and nails.

My anticipation was at its highest level possible. In my mind I had built this up to be the most important day of my life.

He was on time to pick me up, which was a great start. The movie was exciting, and the dinner was amazing. We decided to go to a local nightclub for some dancing, and that is when the evening soured. Much to my chagrin, just after I started dancing, the waistband snapped on my panties. They started to slide down, and the more I moved, the lower they fell. When they fell to my ankles, I just quickly kicked them away. Fortunately the floor was so full of dancers that nobody seemed to notice. I kept blushing a bit every time I noticed someone step on what was once my very best panties.

Other than that one event, our time together dancing was one of the most cherished memories of my life. He held me tight, and we were just meshed like two synchronized gears. We talked about all kinds of stuff between dances and sets. He was as fun to me as I seemed to be to him.

When it came time to leave, disaster seemed to follow. We pulled up in front of my apartment and he leaned over to kiss me goodnight, it was a great kiss but not one that told me he expected something more. It was very sweet and sensual it was the kind of kiss that lingered. All of a sudden he screeched “OW!” That’s not really what I wanted to hear while we were sharing our first kiss. He then pulled away and I could see a little blood tricking down his neck, as I was about to hyperventilate I realized what had happened. It seems the wire from my bra had broken free protruding through my blouse and when he leaned towards me to kiss me it stabbed him in the neck, at that point if I could have crawled into the glove compartment I would have. But as not to show my embarrassment I took a Kleenex out of my pocket and began to clean the wound, saying “I'm so sorry, how embarrassing please forgive me”. However he was just so understanding about the whole thing, and we even dated for a while, but I always felt that with every kiss after that he was wondering if he would be attacked again by my attack bra.

If Aesop had written this tale, there would be a morel. I guess in this case the moral is to not keep your best bra and panties in the drawer so long that he under wire gets brittle with age and that the elastic in your panties deteriorate. If they are your best bra and panties, you might as well get some use out of them rather than have them rot in your drawer. I mean, how expensive is it to replace them anyway?


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