Scene and heard

On a warm weekend day in mid-September 1980, I was walking in the Lower East Village with an old Washington Square Park acquaintance, Jose, AKA Crazy Jose. It started to rain quite heavily, so we went into a Bodega run by one of his friends. While he was talking to his buddy in the back of the store, I was standing near the entrance. An attractive, statuesque woman commented that she couldn’t go home while it was raining, as her coat was leather and would crack(?!). I said “well why don’t you take it off then!” So she opened it up. “See, I can’t! This is all I’m wearing underneath!” She revealed to me the most amazing imaginable breasts, covered only in a sheer red body stocking. My eyes must have damned near popped out of my head, even as I tried hard to remain cool. She covered up after a few seconds, making sure to give me a good eyeful. A couple of minutes later, Jose finished his conversation. As we were leaving, the woman bent down to give me a kiss on the cheek. Jose turned to me and said: “He likes you!” I both couldn’t and did not want to believe him. A man with breasts! A man kissed me!! Not possible!