It was a warm beautiful summer day in the city.
I had to go workout, so I decided to kill two birds with one stone. I thought I could get a good workout in and talk to some very unique, and scantily clad women at the same time. I knew just the place to go.
I headed to the gym in the low income area of town. It was a small gym, and you don't have to buy a membership, which means you can drop in whenever you want and pay to use the facilities for that day. I've been there in the past, and I've always found some unique woman who were on the poorer side.
I love women who are from the lower socio-economic status, because their whole mind set, demeanor, and attire are different from the pretentious snobs who frequent the higher end gyms. The lower income women aren't fake, and they wear what they want, even if its inappropriate, and they won't have a problem if you turn a conversation to a sexual nature.
Excitement coursed through my veins as I thought about going there. I put on a special pair of small thin soccer shorts, which appeals to the exhibitionist side in me, and I hopped in the car to make my way there.
It was an off day at the gym, and while my workout was good, there wasn't anybody else in the gym except me. The gym itself is very small, and its part of a larger community center which tends to get used more often then the gym itself.
I finished my workout and left the facility with a feeling of disappointment from not seeing any women at all.
I wasn't ready to call it a day yet, so I thought I'd try me luck on the main street. My plan was just to walk down the street in my special shorts, to give myself a small exhibitionist thrill, and hopefully come across some scantily clad women to ogle at the same time.
While walking past a bench I heard a woman say "nice shorts". I looked back to the source of the comment. I was surprised that I hadn't noticed the woman sitting on the bench before she made the comment. She wasn't what I was originally out looking for, and that's why she hadn't caught my eye. She was older, and dressed in a more conservative outfit. She had short curly hair, a red blouse and a red skirt, with high heel shoes. I would have never struck up a conversation with her on my own because I wouldn't think a higher class person such as herself would be accepting of me striking up a conversation with her.
I stopped dead in my tracks trying to figure this woman's comment out. "Thanks" I said and gave her a big smile.
"Your pocket is out at the back" she said, pointing to my butt. I turned and looked behind me and sure enough the back pocket had been turned inside out.
