Chapter 3

(5 minutes later)

"Ohhh...um, Ann! Looks like we're running low on gas!" James said, pointing to the gas gauge nearing the red E.

"Well, pull into a gas station." Ann replied. She didn't hook back the right strap of the Biyatch overalls after that kiss. The buckle on the left strap was moving up and down against the button.

James pulled the car up right into the nearest gas station.

He stopped the car at the nearest unoccupied pump and turned off the engine. Ann then rebuckled the right strap to the button of the Biyatch overalls to the bib. She wanted to save the teasing for James for when they get to their private cabin.

"I'll go ahead and pump the gas, Ann, while you get the snacks!" James smiled with a horny wink of his eye.

"No problem!" Ann replied as she got out of the car. She grabbed her handbag and made her way to the store, all the while that the buckles on those overalls were moving up and down continuously.

Inside the store, she looked around for some vital food components to spice up their night of naughtiness and kinkiness.

Ann looked around and spotted whipped cream on the bottom row. She had to squat down to obtain the whipped cream, but as she did so, the right buckle, once again, slid off the button and the bib began to fold..

She stood up and searched for the butter next, ignoring the developing wardrobe malfunction. The butter was on the next aisle but also on the bottom row as well.

Ann squatted down to pick up the butter and, just as what had happened with the right buckle, the left buckle of the Biyatch overalls came off as well. The bib came down and the only thing preventing her overalls from competely falling down was the undone straps still on her shoulders.

Yet, still oblivious, Ann headed towards the counter to check out the items.

The shop owner turned his head and looked at Ann's developing fashion nightmare.

"Um, ma'am! I think your overalls are about to fall off!"

Finally, Ann looked down and gasped at her flapping undone overalls bib. Her cheeks were blushing red.

She hooked back up the left strap of her overalls.

"I apologize, sir! I'm going on a weekend getaway with my husband and this is the outfit that I'm wearing to the cabins for married couples north of town! Is there any way that I can hold up these straps at least until me and my husband get to our cabin?"

"Well...we do have rubber bands." the store owner replied, putting a box of rubber bands on the counter.

"I'll take the box!" Ann replied as she bought both the box of rubber bands and the food that's intended for something other than eating.