Poolside Embarrassment

Maybe she was just airing it out!

 

I would have moved too.....to the other side directly opposite so it wasn't obvious I was staring.

 

You have said "Thank you" and tossed her a $1.

 

Don't stop now, baby, let it all hang out
Let it all hang out

"The Hombres"

 

We didn't use "the barn door's open" phrase on the farm.
Loose cattle is no joke...



RICHARD

 

ROFL! I just caught this! Coincidentally, my brother's GF just said, anticipating the next trip "I wanna go to a Brazilian Steakhouse!", LOL!

Do I dare send her the link to this thread?

 

A few weeks ago I was at the bank. This branch has a high counter and many of the tellers sit on bar stools.

A pretty young teller was serving me and was wearing denim’s that have an open type zipper without a flap. Not exactly professional to begin with. Essentially her crotch was even with the counter and difficult to miss.

Low and behold her zipper was down revealing at least she was wearing undergarments.

I tried to mouth “do up your fly” and she couldn’t figure out what I was saying. I didn’t want to shout it out so I did my best marcel Marceau. No idea if anyone witnessed my routine. She looked down with a wee bit of shock. I nodded my head , smiled and said see you next time.

 

I had {blush - why am I saying this?} a similar "wardrobe malfunction" last fall in Chicago and a waitress discreetly let me know about it so I could go to the Necessary Room and take care of it. I was thankful she brought it to my attention!

 

Just say it’s snowing downstairs while looking down.

Been meaning to ask, but did the carpet match the drapes? Curious minds want to know.

 

He said it was "waxed".

 

The wax is 2$. Ba dum dum

 

Newman.....

 

Thanks for the wide range of replies to my original message. Bottom line is there seems to be no ``correct'' way to handle awkward situation. Just let it play out. And wear sunglasses at the pool.

 

Love the post.
A great Vegas experience !
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Years ago at MBay pool -
I was out about head deep in the pool.
There was a female lifeguard sitting on a plastic air tube.
She was not sitting on it "side saddle" either.
She had a one piece, red lifeguard suit on ---
interesting thing was the wet Camel Toe - the rest of her suit was dry.
Some other guy came swimming along + we both looked at her + then at
each other and giggled like school boys.
It was as "See Thru" as it gets.
.
I haven't told this Vegas story in a decade !,,,,,,thanks !

 

At Venetian many moons ago. I’m walking out of room and I hear room across hall from me clearly has a room full of young woman. As my door slams (and girlfriend still in room not ready), I hear across the hallway ‘can you see my ‘special place’ in this skirt. I immediately turned back to my room begging gf to hurry up, kinda laughing to myself....

Fast forward about 6 hours and when we get back to room as we approach the door, the door across from ours lays a passed out young gal, along with a key card, a credit card and a phone. Gallant effort and so close to making it home but this gal just passed out cold right there. Like OUT COLD. Couldn’t wake her so we called security. They literally had to carry her into the room and upon leaving they thanked us for calling and helping.

And the answer to her question, I noticed as she layed there passed out was a most definite yes.

 

You are a gentleman! Chivalry is not dead!

 

Imagine the reverse. Some dude sitting by the pools with his freshly waxed balls hanging out.
I guarantee some lady would walk over and demand that he pack up his sack.
There would be no comments about putting on sunglasses and getting a better seat.

 

I would hope so - there’s a reason our privates are called “junk”....

 

I don't know about that. Sure, if it's your lilly white Uncle Leo type, there might be some red flags tossed up.

But, what if it's Buff Studly? 25, tan, muscles on top of muscles, and swatting flies off of his back with his johnson?

Not only would she grab her sunglasses, she'd grab her five friends, too.

 

Nope. But it's waxed.