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Nearly Naked in the Middle of London |
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I live in the middle of London, and it was a hot summers day. I was in a really big rush because I had to get to a letter box before the mailman got there. I had a late start, and quickly got up and pulled on a pair of those tracksuit bottoms with poppers down the legs so you can rip them of for gym and stuff. I didn't wear a shirt, and the only pair of clean underwear available were one pair of black boxer-briefs that were too small-and I mean really really small-I never wore them and they cut into my sides.
I ran out of my house as the mailbox was only down the road, unknowingly locking myself out of my house with no key. I delivered the letters and was on my way back, when I bumped into a friend. As i was in no rush, I had a quick chat with him and leant against his car (he was sitting in his car about to close the door. I said goodbye and he closed the door. Then he drove off, and to my utter horror, my bottoms had gotten caught in the door and ripped off me!
My friend drove off, and I was left standing in the middle of a busy London street wearing only this awful pair of underpants! They were so tight they had begin to fray at the seams and were incredibly revealing of my 'package'. I ran home, realized I had locked myself out (As if it could possibly get worse) and had to get my neighbour to give me the spare key, which was incredibly embarrassing).
I never wear that type of trousers now, partly because of this, and party because after I told my friends about this, they yanked them off at every social and public occasion to see if I was wearing those underpants!
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