My Black Brassiere is Trouble

It has been from the very first day I bought it. I was in a lingerie store when I first saw it. It was gorgeous all black and frilly and thank goodness they had my size.

After I purchased the brassiere I walked out of the store and crossed the street. That's when I got in trouble. A police officer gave me a ticket for jay walking. And you know darn well that it was a female police officer. No male police officer would have given me a ticket.

The next time my black brassiere got me in trouble was with a boyfriend. He was crazy about the way I looked wearing nothing but my black brassiere and a pair of high heel shoes around his apartment.

As soon as I'd get to his apartment I would have to strip down while
he ogled me. At first it was sensual and we had great sex. But even after we had sex he would insist that I wear only my brassiere and my pumps around the apartment.

Ever try cooking bacon while you are almost naked? Boy does that hurt. I had to dump him or risk permanent skin damage.

Another time my black brassiere got me in trouble was just recently. Now I'll admit I was in a sexy mood and when I'm in a sexy mood I like to dress a little provocative.

This one day I was wearing a black blouse with the buttons not all done up with my black brassiere on underneath. Sure I'll admit I was giving a bit of a show but nothing too sexy. Anyhow, I was at the mall and on my way to do some shopping at Fredericks of Hollywood. I'm not in the mall more than 30 seconds when I noticed this man in dark glasses and a mustache staring at me.

He wasn't just staring at me - it was more like he was undressing me with his eyes. I just ignored him and started walking through the mall. I could tell that he was following me.

No matter where I went or what store I stopped into he was right behind me or in front of me or next to me undressing me with his eyes. It started to get a little creepy so I decided to leave.

I thought I had ditched him in the lingerie store so I headed to the garage for my car. But once I got into the garage I could feel him right behind me. I turned to face him and there he stood with a great big fat smile on his face. And his eyes were dancing all over my body. And then he started to walk towards me.

So I yelled 'rape' as loud as I could. Thank goodness there were a lot of people in the mall that day and the garage was busy. The creepy guy ran like a bat out of hell.

Now I've dressed like this many times but this was the first time I had worn my black brassiere and this was the first time I was ever tracked through a mall by a creepy guy.

I can only connect it to what I was wearing.

I told you my black brassiere is trouble.

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February Fontaine