I was driving in downtown St. Louis on my way to work. On my left, walking on the side walk, was a Muslim woman dressed in a long, white skirt, a colorful long sleeve blouse with a high collar, and a long flowing hijab. The hijab was the style that is tight around the face like the coif of a nun’s old school habit. After all a Muslim women should be prim and properly attired in public. Modesty is the goal sought.
She crossed the street in front of my vehicle, and proceeded to walk around the corner of a building. When she did so the morning sun, still low in the sky but bright, was directly in front of her. Since she was not wearing a slip under her white skirt her legs and figure were shown in no uncertain detail.
I had been watching her derriere gyrate in a very womanly manner, meditating on the juxtaposition of her garb and her motion. This additional disclosure of her femininity I found totally ironic.
she’s a tease