It's a subject that i've studied keenly and deliberated upon for many a year, quite literally a lifetime's interest, so i feel well qualified to discern and identify the crucial difference between a perfectly accidental wardrobe malfunction and a full-bloodied, pre-empted knicker flash.The former is a rare treat at anothers misfortune, a glimpse of something never intended to be revealed accompanied by the pretence that you weren't looking anyway and that nothing amiss was ever noticed.
The latter case is an entirely different kettle of fish, an even rarer delight to be lingered over and savoured, a secret and special moment shared between two people which brightens the day for both and sends a tingling thrill of exitement throughout their pulsating bodies.
That mischievous look in the eye which implicates naughtiness afforethought, the sultry glances to ensure that one is paying attention followed by the flash itself and the cheeky smile at the shocked expression on the onlooker's face.
That unexpected and fleeting image of delicious feminine intimacy is captured in the mind's eye for posterity, the most intricate details of laciness and silkiness living long after the event itself, something to be lovingly treaured indeed.
What a happy sense of good fortune warms the soul at not only being fortunate enough to have been in the right place at the right time but also for being so honoured as to be selected as the recipient of that tantalisingly secret, private little lingerie exposé.
