Sagging at a Plant Muesem
(Fiction)
A short green tube top, blue low-rise jeans that narrowly covered my butt crack, a white belt, and aqua panties that sat on my hips were my outfit. Lily and I went to a plant museum. We were both 18 years old. It was really hot in there; it was crazy. We read some of the information they had on plants. I saw that the area we were in was empty. My hands went in my pockets and lowered my pants. Lily looked surprised. "Girly, I do not understand you." I shrugged, "If I'm doing this, might as well get more comfortable."
A little fact about my family. My dad owned a flower shop, and one of the flowers being showcased was one he sold. I squatted to take a picture of the information and handed my camera to Lily. "Take a picture, please." She tilted her head. "Do you wanna fix your pants or somethin'?" I smiled at her. "He's seen worse." Lily chuckled, "Well, alright." I posed which included resting my hands on my waistband, which unintentionally lowered my pants again. After she took a few pics a family walked in, and I pulled my pants up to where they had been before.
We talked to another room and ran into the owner of the place he said "I hope ya enjoy your time here." He also made sure to take time to look at my boobs and panties. It's what you expect from a man. Later on I noticed a guy taking a picture of me, probably for some visible underwear forum or something.
A woman walked by us and said to me, "Your underwear's out." I said sorry to her but didn't pull it up. She was walking the other way. There was a mom walking with her son who looked to be my age. As we walked I saw him staring at my underwear as long as he could. Lily noticed it "What was he looking at?" She paused and realized, "Oh, your undies, right."
I squatted a few times so my pants slowly went lower. Lily's shoelaces came untied, so she bent over exposing 2 inches of her crack. "Cute crack," I joked with her. She was mostly careless like me, so she just laughed it off. While we walked I noticed a bald man talking about me to his son who just shook his head. By the time we left a good amount of underwear was showing. If I wasn't wearing any 2 inches of my crack would be out.
A short green tube top, blue low-rise jeans that narrowly covered my butt crack, a white belt, and aqua panties that sat on my hips were my outfit. Lily and I went to a plant museum. We were both 18 years old. It was really hot in there; it was crazy. We read some of the information they had on plants. I saw that the area we were in was empty. My hands went in my pockets and lowered my pants. Lily looked surprised. "Girly, I do not understand you." I shrugged, "If I'm doing this, might as well get more comfortable."
A little fact about my family. My dad owned a flower shop, and one of the flowers being showcased was one he sold. I squatted to take a picture of the information and handed my camera to Lily. "Take a picture, please." She tilted her head. "Do you wanna fix your pants or somethin'?" I smiled at her. "He's seen worse." Lily chuckled, "Well, alright." I posed which included resting my hands on my waistband, which unintentionally lowered my pants again. After she took a few pics a family walked in, and I pulled my pants up to where they had been before.
We talked to another room and ran into the owner of the place he said "I hope ya enjoy your time here." He also made sure to take time to look at my boobs and panties. It's what you expect from a man. Later on I noticed a guy taking a picture of me, probably for some visible underwear forum or something.
A woman walked by us and said to me, "Your underwear's out." I said sorry to her but didn't pull it up. She was walking the other way. There was a mom walking with her son who looked to be my age. As we walked I saw him staring at my underwear as long as he could. Lily noticed it "What was he looking at?" She paused and realized, "Oh, your undies, right."
I squatted a few times so my pants slowly went lower. Lily's shoelaces came untied, so she bent over exposing 2 inches of her crack. "Cute crack," I joked with her. She was mostly careless like me, so she just laughed it off. While we walked I noticed a bald man talking about me to his son who just shook his head. By the time we left a good amount of underwear was showing. If I wasn't wearing any 2 inches of my crack would be out.
18-21, F