 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Dep on 21.02. at 18:38:31 >>>...as in "weird as." Dea and I went to an art museum yesterday and it was a totally grand time, with one odd incident. We're in the gallery, being reasonably cuddlesome, and we both notice that this woman (looked about forty) seems to be following us around. I'm just figuring it's coincidence, and I prepare my "I swear I'm not following you" joke just in case she thinks it's the other way around. Now, I start to notice that the woman is deliberately standing in our field of vision at a couple of exhibits, and (unless I'm mistaken) she's sort of "posing." Black tights, by the way, but Dea was in white, so honestly...Well, it's more odd than arousing, so we make tracks into one of the films, sit down, and watch the art. I reach over and start well, you know, touching Dea's legs. Not too brazenly, you understand, we're already wary of the dame, but I guess I end up a bit up the skirt. Shoes are on, zippers zipped, just a tights-fan stroking his fiancee's legs, and besides, not only is it dark, but Dea's coat is keeping things covered. I mean, you'd have to look close to get that anything is going on. Well, who walks in and starts her patrol...next thing we know, she hurries out and returns with a museum guard, who's shining a flashlight at us. We were on our way out of the theater anyway, so nothing else happened, but we rooster-tailed it over to the farthest point from the broad and the bon temps continued unabated. Probably the first incidence of a woman in tights approaching, and me thinking "Crap in a hat. Not HER again." Sorry, no, the second.-D (In: Tan DKNYs, and a big sweatshirt.) Answers to this message:
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