sandra-leigh
04-21-2008, 08:52 PM
A few minutes ago, I was getting myself ready go head home from work, and had slipped in my D-cup silicone forms into my mini-cami crop-top bra that for the rest of the day had held nothing bigger than my (smaller, much lighter) B-cup foams. Last order of business before putting on my jacket to leave: head to the washroom a few doors down, to get rid of some of the yellow stuff. My boobs bouncing around much more than usual under my yellow T-shirt, because the crop-top really isn't designed to hold that weight in place. But it was 20:30 and this place is nearly deserted at night.
Well, I jiggled down the corridor, took a step around the corner of the cross-corridor -- and there was a guy a few steps away, just about to enter the same washroom, and he looked right over at me :o (natural to look over, normal human collison avoidance). But then I immediately made it worse, because my immediate reaction was to bring my hand up in front of my boobs to protect them from view -- which, of course, only emphasized that there was something unusual there :doh: . He said something like, "Uumm", and I said "Oh, you scared me!".
Needless to say, I did not head in to the washroom... instead I headed over to check my mail slot. Which put me on the side of the building that he had come from, and me with no bag or pockets big enough to hide my forms in for my trip the other way when he would be headed back. I glanced around the mail-room, but there wasn't really anywhere there I could hide them...
So what could I do? I picked up my mail, hunched my shoulders forward to hide my chest a bit (but that made my boobs dangle since the crop-top bra was so flimsy), so I brought my mail up to chest level, put my head down, and walked back to my office. Fortunately, he didn't get out of the washroom until I head just rounded the corner and had my back to him. Perhaps the fact that I was out there walking "in full sight" will convince him that he couldn't really have seen what he saw.
He was a fellow I don't know at all well. One of our several imports from a slavic country (we are quite multicultural at work.) He's usually had a nod or "hello" for me when we happen to see each other at work. Not an "enemy", and I don't think he's a gossip... but there's a chance that he might happen to ask someone else about it to try to understand our culture better. Urp!
Well, I jiggled down the corridor, took a step around the corner of the cross-corridor -- and there was a guy a few steps away, just about to enter the same washroom, and he looked right over at me :o (natural to look over, normal human collison avoidance). But then I immediately made it worse, because my immediate reaction was to bring my hand up in front of my boobs to protect them from view -- which, of course, only emphasized that there was something unusual there :doh: . He said something like, "Uumm", and I said "Oh, you scared me!".
Needless to say, I did not head in to the washroom... instead I headed over to check my mail slot. Which put me on the side of the building that he had come from, and me with no bag or pockets big enough to hide my forms in for my trip the other way when he would be headed back. I glanced around the mail-room, but there wasn't really anywhere there I could hide them...
So what could I do? I picked up my mail, hunched my shoulders forward to hide my chest a bit (but that made my boobs dangle since the crop-top bra was so flimsy), so I brought my mail up to chest level, put my head down, and walked back to my office. Fortunately, he didn't get out of the washroom until I head just rounded the corner and had my back to him. Perhaps the fact that I was out there walking "in full sight" will convince him that he couldn't really have seen what he saw.
He was a fellow I don't know at all well. One of our several imports from a slavic country (we are quite multicultural at work.) He's usually had a nod or "hello" for me when we happen to see each other at work. Not an "enemy", and I don't think he's a gossip... but there's a chance that he might happen to ask someone else about it to try to understand our culture better. Urp!