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Blogs > secret_lade > Ramblings of the depraved.....

It was a sports bra debacle!
 

Callmipadre 43M
21 posts
4/20/2021 5:48 pm

 Well I feel pics of said bra would help with the description but that’s just me


secret_lade 49F
9227 posts
4/20/2021 5:17 pm

 Tonight at the gym it was couples central.

To be honest, I was feeling a little jealous.

A husband / wife on the elliptical machines, a girlfriend / boyfriend lifting weights, hell, there was even a husband / wife on the stationary bikes behind me.

Then there was me.

And Sweaty Armpit Guy. Ack! Let's forget about him....

Then there was me.

I was on the treadmill trying not to see Sweaty Armpit Guy washing his face and hands with a wet wipe when I felt a weird tugging sensation on my right shoulder.

What the heck?!

I rolled my shoulder a little and I could feel my right breast lifting a hair as the fabric of my sports bra started to slide upward.

Glancing down, I couldn't figure out what the fuck was happening.

And then I saw it.

It was horrible.

A nightmare of unimaginable horrors.

A sight that couldn't be unseen.

Apparently I hadn't locked the zipper down all the way on my sports bra and it had come apart while I was on the treadmill. Thankfully the sports bras for the chesty-girls have hooks that also fasten in the front to aid in locking the girls down for exercise.

Unfortunately for me, that hook had met it's match and it came unfastened too.

So there I was, trucking along on the treadmill, flopping in the wind.

Fantastic.

Cutting my walk short, I quickly wiped down my machine and inconspicuously crossed my arms, making my way to the restroom to harness the girls back up.

If I could have died of embarrassment, that would have been the end of me.

Right then and there...

Fortunately you can't die of embarrassment so here I now sit, chronicling my debacle for all the world to see.

Happy Tuesday!


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