Crazy Co-Worker has been on a shopping spree and likes to show and discuss with me her new outfits. I am more than happy to talk clothing with people. Hit me up anytime!
However, when you corner me in the bathroom and force me into this conversation, well, I'm not so inclined to chat with you.
"You know DH, these new clothes of mine are great. I even got new underwear."
"Yep. I like the silky ones, you know? And these new ones, you can wear instead of a slip because they are made out of slip material and don't show your panties lines. Have you heard of them?"
"We I really like how they feel. And around the leg they have these ridges, to keep them down."
"Yes, made of rubber, right?"
"YES! Like see these leopard print ones *pulls down her waist band about 4 inches to expose said silky leopard print* Are real nice, feel them."
I of course hesitate. Feeling someone else's underwear while they are wearing it? Odd.
I gingerly touch said leopard print silky underwear on CCW's exposed hip.
"Yes, very." (please don't let anyone walk in right now!)
"But you see when I wear them with regular stockings they fall down! So I spend all my time hitchin and yankin them back up."
I giggle as she makes the motions in the bathroom mirror of hitchin and yankin up her nylons. I mean really, how could I not relate to that?
"But when I wear these kind of stockings, *exposes her leg to show me tights* They work perfectly!"
"That makes sense." I say as we both head towards the door. "Just know CCW, that I won't being feeling any new bras you may have gotten."
"*LOL* oh DH, you're the ONLY one I've told about my panties!"