All Things Spring
Stamped: April 21st, 2006 | Toggle Similar
Tagged: body parts, dress up, underwear.
Ah the windows are open again, the skirts are shorter, and horny men abound. I love Spring!
Just the other day I took my seasonal storage box from the closet, the one with the skirts, short sleeves, linen pants and flip flops. I replaced it with the turtlenecks, knee-high socks, wool pants and snow boots. It was like coming home from a shopping spree. All the clothes I'd forgotten about. But this post is NOT about clothes. It's about what's underneath.
Well, maybe it's a little about clothes. You see, today I wore my favorite white shirt. It's a tight, v-neck, three-quarter length sleeve gem. The kind that's just slightly see-through. So no colored bras or funny business. It requires a plain white no nonsense cotton bra with the proper hold and shape. I did just that. The day started out with a bang.
On the subway I pull out my book on Quantum Physics. Reading the chapter on black holes and event horizons I noticed out of the corner of my eye that my nipples were damn perky. It wasn't particularly cold nor was I excited persay, but those little guys looked like I'd stuffed garbanzo beans in my shirt. I looked down and looked up, the guy sitting across from me caught my glance and smiled. I quickly stuffed my face back in my book.
I spent the entire day at work. When I wasn't cursing at my monitor I was having meetings with my staff, just like any other day. Today was different though. I got the distinct feeling people were staring at me and I remembered my nips. I purposely dropped my pen under the table and took the opportunity to look down. Nope, back to normal. Weird.
After my meeting I went to the bathroom. There it was. Or rather there they were. It turned out that in normal light my bra was not the opaque I was fooled to believe. And the see-through shirt was well, see-through. And we're not talking about a hint of an idea of a kinda sorta. Nope, there was areola. Defined and present. Quite sexy actually. But not the best way to present myself professionally in front of a team of employees that I am supposed to manage and be taken seriously by.
There wasn't much I could do. No sweater to hide under. And you can only stand cross-armed for so long. So on my way home I just walked proudly down 6th Ave, chest out, and an added swagger to my gait. Maybe my neighbors will stop whispering as I walk by after a couple of weeks. Or I'll get a date.
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I’ve only been reading for a few months, but it seems to me you’re much too smart to get caught, “accidentally” in this sort of peek-a-boo jam. You don’t fool me, Meme! You’re going to need a case of dude repellant after a few weeks.
I believe you were reading the book on quantum physics though.
You seem to have a well-behaved staff as you probably would’ve caught me checkin you out every 6 seconds.
That’s hot. Really hot. Next time you’re in England make sure to bring that shirt, because, uh, my boyfriend wants to see you in it.
Oh Alby, you’ve been reading too much psycho-analytic theory.
two words: yeah baby.
plus maybe a wolf whistle or two.
Hubba Hubba!
meme, you’re really not fooling anyone here. you’ve got spring fever, and wanted to check out the reaction to your first outing showing a little skin. get yourself to the beach, or at least up on the roof, and get some sun on that body. then show us some pics of the outfit.
jr