Accidentally Erotic
There I am, sitting in the dark, squinting at a chart of letters trying to work out if that's an E or a H. The optician is leaning toward me and suddenly I'm concentrating more on her than the chart, praying she doesn't get any closer or this could get embarrassing.
What situations in your life have you found accidentally/inappropriately erotic?
( , Thu 2 Feb 2006, 12:49)
There I am, sitting in the dark, squinting at a chart of letters trying to work out if that's an E or a H. The optician is leaning toward me and suddenly I'm concentrating more on her than the chart, praying she doesn't get any closer or this could get embarrassing.
What situations in your life have you found accidentally/inappropriately erotic?
( , Thu 2 Feb 2006, 12:49)
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opticians too...
Had a trainee optician give me an eye test, in the presence of my normal optician. She was dressed smart, except for the very short skirt and boots, but nothing too outlandish - it's only an opticians after all. I figured the least I could do was act keen and polite and help her.
She studied my eye. She moved closer. And closer. Her thigh against mine... those opticians' stools are so small... a few seconds later, her forehead was resting against mine as she studied my right eye, and my left. And my right again. I could do nothing but stay still in the bowl-like headrest as her forehead pressed against mine, her nose tapped my nose and her knees got closer to the happy bits...
At this point the real optician asked her how my eyes were and the experience came to an abrupt halt. On the plus side, despite staring at a computer screen all day for weeks on end had improved considerably! I and her were most happy, but the optician was less believing...
( , Thu 2 Feb 2006, 18:41, Reply)
Had a trainee optician give me an eye test, in the presence of my normal optician. She was dressed smart, except for the very short skirt and boots, but nothing too outlandish - it's only an opticians after all. I figured the least I could do was act keen and polite and help her.
She studied my eye. She moved closer. And closer. Her thigh against mine... those opticians' stools are so small... a few seconds later, her forehead was resting against mine as she studied my right eye, and my left. And my right again. I could do nothing but stay still in the bowl-like headrest as her forehead pressed against mine, her nose tapped my nose and her knees got closer to the happy bits...
At this point the real optician asked her how my eyes were and the experience came to an abrupt halt. On the plus side, despite staring at a computer screen all day for weeks on end had improved considerably! I and her were most happy, but the optician was less believing...
( , Thu 2 Feb 2006, 18:41, Reply)
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