Nekkid - Painter Conversation

I'm nekkid.

You're the painter. Your ladder is outside my window at 9:30 on a Monday, admittedly a time in the morning when people should be at work, but considering my landlord had _already walked in while I was taking a shower_ you'd think he'd have told the painters not to set up shop outside my window to TALK TO ME.

Anyway. Back to the buck-ass-nekkid part of this story.

So, right, I'm nekkid. Heading to my dresser, incidentally for my panties and a bra. Reaching for bra (which means both boobies are fully exposed) when I see painter guy and sort of duck-hide behind my dresser/wall and in my closet.

Unphased, the man starts to talk to me.

I'm naked.

Covering my breasts at this point with my arms. Feeling kind of vulnerable but also laughing in that weird, maybe-I'm-just-having-a-naked-dream kind of way.

Asks me if my bedroom windows open since they've painted.

"No. Well, the right one opens, but the left one doesn't."

He nods.

"Can I come in there to look at it?"

Which part of buck-ass-nekkid have you guys missed? Because seriously, dude is staring at me, I'm covering my privates, huddled in a corner, and hell no, he cannot come in to my apartment while I'm alone and naked.

"Not right now, but in about fifteen minutes [when I'm dressed, you DA] you can."

"Okay."

Painter climbs down ladder.

I exhale. Uncover my boobies and proceed to start to put my bra on. Which means, of course, boobs are completely free to bob around.

Painter's head peeps over ladder again.

WTF, mate?!

"Do your bathroom windows open?"

(Do I even remember if I have a bathroom?)

"Umm .. the window on the right opens, but the one on the left doens't."

"Okay."

Then he leaves, this time for good, but still.

Bad, bad, horrible, awful, perverted painter who wanted a cheap front seat shot of my boobs.

Man.