Boredom got the better of me and I decided to visit a book store to have a look around. I didn’t buy anything as my wife says ‘One more book and I’m gonna do more with it than throw it at you.’
I believe her.
“Not a bad-looking woman,” I thought as I passed a 40-something female in a nice black dress. About that same time, she replaced the book she’d been looking at and rushed by.
A couple of strides later, she sneezed violently. The woman, in mid-step, tripped and fell face-first to the floor.
I hurried over to offer my help.
My first act was to pull down her dress, which had slipped up, exposing her naked derriere. That’s when I realized she had tripped over her panties.
After getting her seated in a nearby chair, she slipped the panties from around her ankles and over her heels, asking, “Have you’ve ever sneezed your underwear off?”
“No,” I chuckled, “When I wear a kilt – I go commando.”
“Commando, good advice,” she smiled.
Jokingly, she held out the skimpy pink lace, “Don’t suppose you wanna a souvenir?”
“No thanks, my wife wouldn’t understand,” I laughed.
She grinned, “My husband wouldn’t either.”
Finally, having gathered her composure, she stuffed her errant panties into her purse, thanked me and headed for the doors, disappearing into the parking lot.