So this afternoon I had a leisurely lunch with my ex-PopCap co-workers. I hadn’t seen almost all of them since that last fateful day when the studio got shut down. It was great to hear what everyone was doing now. Some people were still very much enjoying the time off, while others were ready to start looking for the next job. It was also a beautiful day to spend on a restaurant patio.
Anyways, I get home around 3:30pm or so. As usual, I took the train back. Now you have to understand that the train platform connects with an entry door to my apartment building. Also along the platform are retail businesses. The business right next to the entry door is a clothing alterations place. I’ve patronized this place several times to get my jeans hemmed and they do a great job. It’s run by a nice European woman who is very friendly. It doesn’t seem to be that busy all the time but I’d say that 98% of their customers are women.
I get to the entry door and I’m fishing for my security fob in my pocket. Since the door is so close to the alterations shop, I can’t help but look into the floor to ceiling windows that makeup the storefront. Usually, I see nothing and then go inside the building. Today though, oh my was today different. I gazed into the shop just in time to see a young and fit woman bending over slightly and facing away from me. In the next second, it was very clear to me that she was in shape as she pulled down her black skirt or pants (I really couldn’t tell), exposing a beautiful and tight backside. It was a work of art. She wasn’t fully exposed though as she was wearing a skin-tight pair of boy cut panties (warning lingerie) that left very little to the imagination. Now if you’re wondering if I knew the name of that type of underwear before today, yeah I did, and I’m proud to say it. I’m not the only guy that is knowledgeable in that area.
So I’m just stunned by what I see. For a split second, I’m not even sure what to do. Part of me just wants to continue standing there and just keep staring. Wait, maybe I should just go inside the shop? Why? Why would I do that? That would make me look like a perv. Then again, why the hell was this woman undressing in the front of the store in full view of the public? I’ve been inside there and there are two dressing rooms ready for use. After another second or two of stunned silence, I get my fob out (tee-hee) and buzz myself (tee-hee) in. As I walk towards the elevator, I’m just shaking my head at what I just saw. Then on the way up to my apartment, I realize I actually have a pair of jeans that still need to be hemmed! Perhaps I should go right back downstairs with them and use it as my opportunity to find out what the hell is going on down there. Unfortunately, once I got home, I made a drink and then started watching YouTube videos and the store closed on me.
Despite the copious amounts of Internet porn available to everyone and that I live just a block away from a strip joint, random nudity is the best nudity because it’s unexpected. It’s like finding a $20 in your pocket but even better. That was the best part of my day. Hey, who needs their clothes altered? I can come along with you to this place I know.