Saying the Unsayable
Freddie Woo tugged our coat and asked: Have you ever had to tell someone they had BO? Had to break dreadful news to somebody? Tell us how you broke through the cringe barrier
( , Thu 10 Jan 2013, 16:09)
Freddie Woo tugged our coat and asked: Have you ever had to tell someone they had BO? Had to break dreadful news to somebody? Tell us how you broke through the cringe barrier
( , Thu 10 Jan 2013, 16:09)
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Our receptionist, the lovely Sarah.
Not fat, curvy - Big DD tits and an curvy arse. but everything else was probably a size 10.
One summer she turned up in a white skin-tight summer dress which was very flattering to her figure. The staff kitchen was right by reception and I don't recall ever making so many cups of coffee for people than that day. Whenever I was in the kitchen there were also guys from other departments making brews on this day, despite them having their own kettle downstairs.
After work a few of us went for a pint and she joined us. After a few drinks I had to say something.
"Sarah, do you know that the cloth your dress is made out of has the qualities of a tea-bag and everybody can see your arse as clear as day. Lovely thong by the way."
She blushed a thousand shades of red
"But I walked all the way through town wearing that dress at lunchtime."
"Yea. I was behind you for a while. I didn't like to say anything."
Apparently she gave it away to charity the next day. This was 20 years ago and I still remind her of it whenever I bump into her.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 11:36, 11 replies)
Not fat, curvy - Big DD tits and an curvy arse. but everything else was probably a size 10.
One summer she turned up in a white skin-tight summer dress which was very flattering to her figure. The staff kitchen was right by reception and I don't recall ever making so many cups of coffee for people than that day. Whenever I was in the kitchen there were also guys from other departments making brews on this day, despite them having their own kettle downstairs.
After work a few of us went for a pint and she joined us. After a few drinks I had to say something.
"Sarah, do you know that the cloth your dress is made out of has the qualities of a tea-bag and everybody can see your arse as clear as day. Lovely thong by the way."
She blushed a thousand shades of red
"But I walked all the way through town wearing that dress at lunchtime."
"Yea. I was behind you for a while. I didn't like to say anything."
Apparently she gave it away to charity the next day. This was 20 years ago and I still remind her of it whenever I bump into her.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 11:36, 11 replies)
So ... a woman once wore a dress and you're still getting cheap thrills from it twenty years later?
Great. Smashing.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 12:14, closed)
Great. Smashing.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 12:14, closed)
*sigh*
Yes, yes that's exactly what I get. I wank myself to sleep most nights at the thought.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 12:34, closed)
Yes, yes that's exactly what I get. I wank myself to sleep most nights at the thought.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 12:34, closed)
You don't need to make excuses to me.
I'm not the one you've been creepily objectifying for two decades.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 18:37, closed)
I'm not the one you've been creepily objectifying for two decades.
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 18:37, closed)
Sex pest.
She burnt the dress and had a bleach shower that night
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 15:04, closed)
She burnt the dress and had a bleach shower that night
( , Fri 11 Jan 2013, 15:04, closed)
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