One afternoon at work a long long time ago
Back in the early nineties in a well known South Coast seaside resort on a particularly warm afternoon I was at work in a shop that fronted onto the main North / South road which was busy with cars and buses travelling to and fro. My colleague and I were discussing the finer intricacies of Champ Man (the Amiga version, if you're wondering) when we both happened to look up at the same time.

We looked in disbelief as a middle aged man walked past the double fronted windows of the shop wearing nothing but sandals and carrying a white Sainsburys plastic carrier bag. He walked from left to right across the front of the shop. The bag was in his left hand. Why I remember that detail I'm not entirely sure.

I'm also unsure as to why I remember the flapping of his cock flapping up and down with each jaunty, springing step that he took but I do. With disturbing clarity.

My un-erotic unexpected encounter with nudity lasted for about 4 seconds and 17 years later I'm still scarred by it.


Length? Fortunately it wasn't close enough for an accurate assessment.
(manwiddicombe is thinking of something witty to add here, Fri 29 May 2009, 0:11, Reply)