DIRTY PANTIES ...and other thrilling tales of my sex ... - Lannie Rose

Section 1 - Lannie’s Adventures - 37Having experienced all my life how surreptitiously mencheck out women, I was surprised to notice the women openlygazing at each other, appraising each other's bodies withoutembarrassment. I began to get nervous — very nervous! — asseveral women looked me critically up and down. Would theynotice anything wrong about me? Worst case, would someoneshriek, “There's a MAN in the locker room!” I relaxed when Irealized they approved of what they saw; in fact, some seemedjealous of my tall, thin physique. But I got nervous again when Irealized I would have to change under possible watchful gazes.I had worn my workout shorts and tennis shoes to the club,so I didn't need to worry about my downstairs just then. I pulledmy Tee shirt up over my head and unhooked my generouslypadded bra. I knew I had enough breast development from beingon hormones for almost a year that my chest would not be areveal, though it would certainly not be envied! I pulled on mysport bra and I was good to go.I was not surprised to see that the women chatted gaily withtheir neighbors as they changed their clothes. A lot of the talkseemed to be about husbands and boyfriends, and sex, sex, sex! Ioverhead one pretty, petite redheaded recounting that she hadtaken home one of the girls from the purchasing department thenight before, as a mid-week treat for her husband. Apparentlythe buyer was happy to have dinner and quite a bit more. Thewoman the redhead was talking to, who apparently had just mether, giggled and said, “You should invite me over for dinnersometime!”On the other side of me I heard a woman asking, “Where'sFelicia?” Another pretty voice answered nonchalantly, “She won'tbe here today. The boss is boning her for lunch.”I also overheard several conversations about the club'strainers, and which ones were happy to provide private, afterhours“training” sessions, and who was hot and who was not. Imade a mental note to find out which trainer was Rick.Slightly giddy from the experience so far, I wandered out ofthe locker room and joined a jazzercise class for an hour. Most of