Panties In The Playground (part 2)Well, I'm not sure if this qualifies, as most of my "southern exposures" weren't entirely accidental...but here goes. As mentioned in my earlier message, I've been flashing my underpants since I was just a little girl. One of the earliest incidents I recall was when I was playing with a group of friends on our school's jungle gym. One of them dared me to hang upside down with my dress over my head. I was a little reluctant at first, because there were a lot of boys running around, but the idea was kind of "thrilling" too, if you know what I mean.
After a bit of coaxing, I hooked my knees over the bar and hung topsy-turvy with my white cotton knickers on clear display to the world. I blushed the color of a ripe tomato and got a lot of good-natured teasing from the other girls, but I absolutely loved the attention, especially when my dress turned inside-out and started creeping toward the ground. I hung like that for over a minute, exposing more and more flesh until the frock was hanging from my shoulders by a thread. It ended up with one of my friends snatching it right off my body and running into the playground - I had to chase her half way across the school in nothing but my bare panties!
I thought I'd never live it down; everyone teased me for weeks afterwards, but mixed in with the embarrassment were distinct feelings of excitement and exhilaration. Part of me had enjoyed the experience so much that I wanted to repeat it over and over again. Every chance I got, I would "accidently" reveal my knickers in public, often by performing handstands, cartwheels or step-overs for my friends. Naturally, I always made sure I was wearing a skirt or dress when I was doing it.
Another trick I had was to jump off a low stone wall wearing a drop-waisted dress; the frock would balloon up around my hips, providing a free panty show for everyone in the vicinity (I wasn't the only one involved, we used to hold contests against the boys to see who could jump the furthest - I usually came first place, but I think the boys were the real winners there).
As the years progressed, my "exhibitionistic" streak became more pronounced, and I started seeking more inventive ways to embarrass myself. I went through a phase of lounging around the living room half-naked, so that any visitor who came through the front door would "catch" me running upstairs in my underwear. If my sister had one of her boyfriends over, I'd "unknowingly" walk into the kitchen in my bra and panties, then run back to my room red-faced and giggling. By the time I was 14, I was absent-mindedly leaving my bathing suit at home when my girlfriends and I went to the local swimming hole, and I was always the first one to lose all her clothes when we played spin the bottle with the boys.
After I entered uni, I had to curb my enthusiasm somewhat - I was studying education, and teaching semi-nude tends to be frowned on by school adminstrators oddly enough. I'm now in my early thirties and have a young daughter to care for, so I don't get to "embarrass" myself too often - but the memories still manage to get me a little hot and bothered, even today:)
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