I developed this thing about tight ripped pants some years back when a British Naval ship visited the city (East London) where I grew up. The public was allowed to visit the ship and it seemed that everybody was there.
We were allowed to board the ship but were restricted to certain decks, sort of like a production line where you enter on one side, view certain guns and cannons and things and then leave the ship at a different spot. When I boarded, I noticed these 3 stunning girls in tight pants. The one was wearing a pair of exceptionally tight light-yellow pants. I recall wondering as to how she was ever able to get herself into such tight pants. I rekoned that she had to have help, it was impossible to get pants so small on her all on her own. I rekoned it had to be the other two who had helped her. They both also had very tight pants on, but maybe not quite as tight. When the one with the yellow walked it looked from the front as if the pants were going to cut her in half! She had a belt on around her middle, also pulled in much tighter than her middle would normally allow. It actually looked as if the belt was pulled in right underneath her ribs, she must have had difficulty breathing, but she really looked stunning. Everybody was looking at her and her friends, especially the boys. Needless to say, I didn’t see any of the guns or anything else on that ship, except for the three girls! I made sure I kept around them, either in front or immediately behind them. Of course, I had competition with a lot of othet guys who had the same idea, each trying to be as unobtrusive as possible. For an outsider it probably must have been a joke!
Anyhow, near the end of our tour of the ship, we were fairly high up on the ship and suddenly we had to climb down a steel ladder from the upper deck down to ground level (or whatever you call it on a ship). I climbed down quite a few people ahead of the 3 so I could get a good view of them coming down. You had to climb down backwards, it was a vertical ladder. The first two came down and they looked stunning from down where I was. Then it was the last one’s turn, the one with the yellowish pants on. As she swung her one leg over the side of the upper level it happened. Her pants split all the way from the belt right round to the front, and she was not wearing any underwear! I suppose there was no place for underwear under such tight pants! It split more with a bang than with a rip sound, as you would normally expect! I heard it above all the other noise on the ship! Of course, everybody down on the lower level cheered and whistled! She was totally helpless on the ladder, she could not let go to cover her backside up! She had no alternative than to climb down those steps, it seemed to me as if in slow motion! I would have given almost anything to have a camera with me then! It was really something to behold!
When she got down among the croud I noticed she had tears in her eyes and she was very red in the face. Being in a crowd all with the same thing in their minds, I nevertheless (the pig that I am), got in a few good “feels” of her behind and I will never forget that feeling of stressed, hard fabric and the contrasting soft flesh bulging out under the pressure of the tight pants! I followed them around,but they soon found a piece of newspaper that they wrapped around her and I lost some interest. When I eventually left, she was still crying, I wondered if it was because of the embarassment or weather it was due to pain as now there was nothing to prevent the pants from cutting right into her. The tight belt was really pulling the split pants right up!
Anyhow, I am grateful for girls like her, I just hope this episode did not put her off from wearing such tight jeans!