buttcrack at store
Today, I went to a clothing store to buy a few things; I was wearing very low-rise jeans and a black shirt that reached my navel but didn't cover my backside. The store was crowded, and when I squatted down to get a better look at a sweater I liked, my low-rise jeans slid down, exposing ten inches of my butt crack. Some people looked at me with disgust while others laughed, but I kept exposing myself like that until a woman tapped me on the back to tell me that almost my entire butt crack was showing. I felt embarrassed and pulled my jeans up a bit—revealing only five inches now—but I continued to expose myself.
After I finished shopping for clothes, I met up with a friend and we went to a restaurant; she was also wearing low-rise jeans but didn't show much of her butt crack. We sat down at a table, and I felt my jeans slipping down again; the chair backs were open, so my entire butt crack was exposed. We waited 15 minutes for our order, and a family walked by, staring at my butt crack and looking at me strangely until I got up to go to the restroom to wash my hands—without pulling my jeans back up. When I came back, my shoelace had come undone; I crouched down, but my whole backside was exposed. The other customers were disgusted, while my friend was cracking up and pointing at me.
After I finished shopping for clothes, I met up with a friend and we went to a restaurant; she was also wearing low-rise jeans but didn't show much of her butt crack. We sat down at a table, and I felt my jeans slipping down again; the chair backs were open, so my entire butt crack was exposed. We waited 15 minutes for our order, and a family walked by, staring at my butt crack and looking at me strangely until I got up to go to the restroom to wash my hands—without pulling my jeans back up. When I came back, my shoelace had come undone; I crouched down, but my whole backside was exposed. The other customers were disgusted, while my friend was cracking up and pointing at me.
