This is gonna be a round about story, but it does have a punch line, end or what ever.

So, the other day I was driving in the city and passed an out door ATM with a young woman standing in front of it. Her back was to me, but I could see that she was wearing this cute little leather jacket that just came to her waist. As my eyes drifted down, I realized she was wearing black leggings and suddenly I realized that the leggings disappeared in to the gap between two glorious globes and I could plainly see her thong through the fabric! As she passed out of my field of vision, I muttered "bitch" to myself, knowing that I would never posess such glorious globes in this life or the next. :(

Well, I hmphed and drove on home. As I was doing laundry I realized that I possessed some very pretty black tights but had never worn them for anything but warmth; never for the licentious exposure of the globes I wished that I had. I had to go out, so put those tights on for warmth under my Nun like skirt, but the tights were binding with the skirt, hobbling me, so I found a slip to use to prevent that.

Well, my subconscious was thinking about that girl at the ATM, so as I was settling my garments about me, I quickly flipped the back of my skirt up and began to examing the um "outback". :) I could not find my small mirror to use with the big one so I could get a good angle, but what I could see looked far more pulchitrudinous than I thought possible. I softly gasped in amazement. Something must be done about this, I mused.

So, yesterday I was out wandering around looking in shop windows and found a place that had all sorts of feminine garments from stockings to those push up bras and other things. Fifteen minutes later, I stole out of the shop with my loot. I was the secret owner of a brand new, unornamented black thong! I rushed home with the gleeful feeling that I had gotten away doing something very forbidden. :)

So, this morning, as I got dressed, I chuckled softly to myself as I removed a certain forbidden object from it's packaging. Then came the black tights, and then a short for me skirt, just below the knees. Finally dressed in suitable bra and lace blouse, I went down stairs to join the friends that I would take to the airport.

Later I was disappointed as I uncomfortably sat down in the car after having lunch. The thong had inserted it's self uncomfortably right against my rose bud and I did not like it. Now I know why they sometimes call these things Butt Floss. It was then that I was reminded by my subconscious that for the tights and thong to have the full effect, that I would have to be willing to leave the house minus my skirt, so that my um globes would be revealed!

So, now I more fully understand "the war within my members" on one hand, my inner slut very much wants to prance about in public with my globes gloriously revealed. But sadly my outer Nun will in no way permit such conduct. It is a yin yang thing I guess. Now I am wondering why I purchased an instrument of torture like a thong. I have a used one if ... no I suppose not. Maybe I will frame it and hang it to remind me that I am not 16 and brave any more. :(