Windy Mishaps and Chased Escapes

I wasn't sure how much luck I'd have, really, but I got quite a few great shots that day. The first was this super hot dark-haired woman with a voluptuous figure. Wow. She had on this dress that was moving in the breeze. It made me want to try out a new function. 7826 was what I had used the day before that just inexplicably bared women. What I was going to use on this chick was the 2472 function. It was supposed to create some accident or something that would embarrass her. I had it typed in real carefully. The blue button lit up. I don't mind telling you that every time I saw that blue light come on, my heart raced with anticipation. When I pressed it, the camera zoomed to the perfect frame for the shot.

I guess that little bit of wind at her skirt was enough to use. It wasn't terribly windy out, but all of a sudden, there was a gale **** under her dress. It was awesome. Her skirt flew up, and she had wonderful legs in some nice stockings. That kept up for a few moments while she pressed down on her skirt futilely. Then it became worse. It was like those urban legends you hear about a mischievous breeze. Her dress was blasted up her body, revealing stockinged legs, a garter belt, a lacy thong, a matching bra on big tits, and then, against all odds, the bra snapped. There they were—big bouncy bazooms bare for the world. Her shriek of panic was wonderful while she fought that situation. It died down pretty quickly after that, letting her clothes fall back where they belonged. Her face was beet red when she saw me filming it.

"NO! NOOOOO!" She turned and ran real fast. I was laughing so hard. That was fun.

I kept up my walk, looking for a fresh target, when I spotted a cab with a very pretty passenger. I had to be fast. I got it typed in, though: 2472. The blue button lit, and I was filming. No more than a single second passed before the door of that cab shut on her skirt. Unbelievable. She didn't even know it was caught until the cab pulled away, taking her skirt with it. It tore so easily, like a movie prop more than a real piece of clothing. In terms of exposure, it wasn't one of the greatest shots I'd had, but the circumstance of it was great. She looked down with disbelief at her lower half (awesome legs!) before she ran after the cab. She had no hope of catching it, but she tried anyway.

I was behind her, filming that gorgeous ass. She had on a thong, so I did get to see her bare cheeks. When she realized that it was hopeless, she stopped and flung her fists down, shouting curses. She didn't even bother to cover her butt. She was mad instead of embarrassed. She knew people were looking, so she looked around. When she caught sight of me and my camera, she got even madder.

"Hey! You bastard! What are you doing?"

She had to run again to chase me. I tried to hold the camera pointed backward as I escaped. I hoped that it might catch a bit of the chase from my perspective. As you might imagine, later on when I watched it, some of it was clearer than I should have been able to get. Of course, I escaped. I am fast. That's a good thing, considering my new hobby. I also loved being chased. That might be weird, but I did.