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Hello humiliation. It’s been a while.

In my ongoing quest for a safe, natural looking tan I tried an airbrush tan.

This may or may not have just been an excuse to get naked in front of someone. Sometimes when you’re single it’s good to have that body check. If I’m forced to get naked in front of an actual human it’s harder to let myself go (read: eat fuckloads of chocolate).

Getting the town was quick and easy–my favorite!  As I was getting dressed the technician reminded me not to wear any restrictive clothing. I took heed of her warning and tossed my bra and panties into my purse. On my way out she recommended stopping at the store for Aveeno lotion to extend the tan.

I stopped by the drugstore on my way home for the lotion. I needed the tan to last. I spent $30 on it; I wanted to get my money’s worth. I walked up to the cash register and was pleased to see my favorite cashier. The elderly gentleman is always so friendly with me and I just love him. As I fumbled in my purse for my wallet my panties fell out and landed directly in front of him.


His face turned bright red and he just stared at them not knowing if he should pick them up and hand them to me, or not. I dived across the counter, scooped up the panties, tossed them in my purse and made an attempt at an apology as I threw my money down and ran.

Dammit! Now I have to find a new drugstore, or more modest looking panties.


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