fetishtop
02-18-2010, 10:36 AM
My home has a wide screened porch across the front, with an entry door. The house is set back from the street, enough to ensure---I thought---privacy.
At the time I'm addressing, I usually spent my days around the house in a slip, stockings, panties, and heels. For some reason, this particular day I had on only a slip---I remember it was pure silk, hot pink, with some lace (I still have it)---and panties.
It was a very pleasant day, so I went out on the porch with a book, sat down in a chair with my back to the screened entrance door, and began to read. That must have been one absorbing read, because suddenly I heard a deep male voice at the door, saying something like "I have some information for you." I turned my neck up and back to see who it was: a tall man in his fifties, I gathered, with a sheaf of printed matter from one of the local utilities.
He was waiting for me to respond, but I was so dumbstruck that I didn't say a word. Of course I did not want to stand up and walk to the door in my slip. Suddenly he must have seen what I was wearing. He said quietly, "Oh, I'll just slide it under the door," and walked away to his car, which was parked in my driveway!!.
I was really unnerved. I hadn't heard a car pull up in the driveway, I hadn't heard the car door open and slam shut, and I did not hear the man walking across the lawn to the porch door. I thought that he would have an interesting story to tell his coworkers. Probably they all share their various "adventures."
I wish I could recall the title of that book.
Has anyone had any such impromptu busts? (pun intended)
At the time I'm addressing, I usually spent my days around the house in a slip, stockings, panties, and heels. For some reason, this particular day I had on only a slip---I remember it was pure silk, hot pink, with some lace (I still have it)---and panties.
It was a very pleasant day, so I went out on the porch with a book, sat down in a chair with my back to the screened entrance door, and began to read. That must have been one absorbing read, because suddenly I heard a deep male voice at the door, saying something like "I have some information for you." I turned my neck up and back to see who it was: a tall man in his fifties, I gathered, with a sheaf of printed matter from one of the local utilities.
He was waiting for me to respond, but I was so dumbstruck that I didn't say a word. Of course I did not want to stand up and walk to the door in my slip. Suddenly he must have seen what I was wearing. He said quietly, "Oh, I'll just slide it under the door," and walked away to his car, which was parked in my driveway!!.
I was really unnerved. I hadn't heard a car pull up in the driveway, I hadn't heard the car door open and slam shut, and I did not hear the man walking across the lawn to the porch door. I thought that he would have an interesting story to tell his coworkers. Probably they all share their various "adventures."
I wish I could recall the title of that book.
Has anyone had any such impromptu busts? (pun intended)