Pretty old story (circa 2008). Summer vacation during high school. I volunteered to help out at an event in town. A friend of mine told me his cousin would be volunteering there too and that I should try to get her number. But when she arrived, it was her friend that immediately caught my eye. Dark blue skinny jeans (low rise, obviously since it was 2008, and without a belt) and a white t-shirt tied up with a hair tie making it into a crop top. Tan, brunette, with an excellent body (pretty serious high school track athlete, ballpark around 5'5" and probably just over 100lbs). Our job as volunteers involved a lot of restocking items on tables, and the boxes with the extras were underneath the tables.
My eyes were already glued to her from the second she arrived, but the first time she squatted down to reach under the table, a small white triangle popped out of her jeans and my heart skipped a beat. It wasn't anything fancy, just a plain white cotton string thong, but the white strings really stood out against her tan back. Plus the string/triangle thongs are my favorite.
(the girl didn't look anything like this, but this is what the thong looked like, just for reference)
So at that point I was hooked. When we were told to divide up the volunteers to be two to a table, I made sure to be paired up with her (at this point, I had completely forgotten my friend's cousin). For the rest of the day, we worked side by side at the table. Every time she bent down, the thong popped back out. I had become accustomed to seeing thongs in practically every class in high school, which satisfied my obsession in general, but seeing a whaletail in the wild was always a special occasion, even in the days of every girl wearing low rise jeans.
Part way through the day, she said that it was faster if both of us squatted down and she could quickly pass me items from the boxes underneath. I couldn't believe my luck. Previously I had been standing back, not wanting to be creepy and getting too close to her (of course partially scared that if I did get too close, she would notice her thong out and adjust her clothing). But with this request from her, the next time we had to restock the table, she crouched down, the white strings and triangle of her thong appearing again above her jeans, and now my face was no more than a foot away. I enjoyed that view time and time again for the rest of the day.
At one point, an Asian kid from one of the other tables came by to see if we needed anything. He came over right when the girl had squatted down under the table with me right next to her. So when he got behind out table, he got the whole view of the beautiful thong. He just looked at me, I looked at him, he nodded and smiled, and then stood there staring for another 30 seconds before heading back to his table. Never spoke about it with him, but was a cool experience to share lol.
8 straight hours of thong slips from this girl and not once did she even so much as reach her hand back to check if her thong was showing, hold on to the back belt loop of her jeans as she squatted down, or pull up her pants when she stood up. That said, I also don't think the thong slips were intentional, which to me makes it way hotter. When she stood up, the strings and triangle completely disappeared *just* below the waistline of her jeans. I think she just truly did not realize that squatting down with jeans that low would make her thong stick out above her pants. She may have looked insanely hot with the self-made crop top t-shirt and low rise jeans, but I always feel that walking around with your thong actively showing is an entirely different level of sluttiness, and the accidental slips when girls sit/squat/bend over are way better.
When we had about 15 minutes left, she headed to the bathroom, and for some reason never returned. So unfortunately I never got her number or last name. And since this was before smart phones, I did not get any pictures of the many many slips. A shame, but a girl and a day I will never forget for sure.
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I wonder if that’s common
