So I had to go to Speedway for some gasoline. While I was at it, I went inside the store and bought some krispy cremes and a frozen coke because I take my drown my sorrows in junk food (thanks dysfunctional family!). So I'm standing in line off to the side and there is a lady at the counter, a very attractive lady with a smoking body who appeared to be wearing a light sweater over black leggings. The sweater just skimmed her hips so the leggings were in full view and they were very tight. The man standing directly behind her had his face practically glued to her shapely booty.
So she paid for her merch and she headed toward the door. At the door, standing directly in the sunlight, she stopped to put something in her purse and my eyes almost fell out of my head. They weren't leggings, made of cotton fabric and tight to the body, oh no.
She was wearing tights.
Sheer tights and no underpants. Standing directly in the sun.
I think I need to slightly digress from the story for a moment and let you know something important that you should probably already understand. TIGHTS ARE NOT THE SAME AS LEGGINGS. Leggings are spandex leg coverings and are completely opaque, which means NOT SEE THROUGH. While it is questionable whether leggings should count as pants, it's clear that tights are not pants. Tights are tights. They are made of nylon and they are just thicker pantyhose. Even if they say opaque on the packaging, when you stretch them over your big round derrier, they cease to be opaque. Which means they are sheer. And thus are not pants.
PLEASE REPEAT AFTER MISS MOPPET: TIGHTS ARE NOT LEGGINGS!TIIIIIIGHTS ARE NOOOOOOT LEGGGGGGINGS!
Ahem. So as I'm staring at this lady's naked booty, she turns and says thank you to the cashier before exiting the store. It's good that's she's so polite. That's important. It's also good that she has such fastidious vaginal grooming habits. Because she was completely devoid of hair down there.
I should not know this.
I was particulary discomfitted by the noise that came from the throat of the guy that had been in line behind her. It was sort of a noisy clearing of the throat mixed with a grunt and then a small moan at the end. I think he might have had an orgasm. Or an aneurysm.I can't be sure.
Dear "Lady" in the Speeday,
Thank you for sharing so much of yourself with me. I learned a lot. But while I appreciate your generous nature I want you to know that I shouldn't see that much of you unless I've bought you dinner first. Please put clothing on your lower body.