Jaydee
06-19-2010, 05:18 PM
As many here have already observed, it sometimes seems that those of us in the closet sometimes court exposure.
First the setup. My wife knows about my dressing, but doesn't want to be around. She is always out of the house for most of the day on Friday, so that is my chance to dress. Unfortunately, our 25yo daughter was laid off a few months ago and has moved back home. She typically stays up until the early hours and sleeps in until at least 11AM. She has only been up earlier than that a couple times.
So there I was, it was early in the morning, the wife was out, and I was feeling the urge to try something I had not done before, paint my toenails. I finished painting my nails and dressed in a skirt, top and hose. I was reallying enjoying seeing my toes through the pantyhose, reveling in the pink fog. I headed downstairs for breakfast. Seconds after passing our daughter's door, I heard it open. Not sure if she heard me go by, I sprinted downstairs, and hid in the downstairs bathroom.
As I listened, I heard her come downstairs and go to the kitchen. I waited not sure what to do. Finally I stripped down to my panties, and hid the clothes in with the towels. I slowly opened the door and called to her. No answer. I stepped out and took a quick look in the kitchen. Not there.
I called out again. No answer. Then in a dead sprint, I ran up the stairs, down the hall, past her closed door, and into the safety of my bedroom. I quickly threw on some jeans and a shirt, just as the daughter knocked on the bedroom door. I answered, now dressed in drab. I seems that she hadn't been able to sleep, thought she had heard me but didn't know where I was.
It took a while for my heart to start racing. It was a close call. I am going to have to be more careful,(or better yet have her find a job, so she can move out).
Jaydee
First the setup. My wife knows about my dressing, but doesn't want to be around. She is always out of the house for most of the day on Friday, so that is my chance to dress. Unfortunately, our 25yo daughter was laid off a few months ago and has moved back home. She typically stays up until the early hours and sleeps in until at least 11AM. She has only been up earlier than that a couple times.
So there I was, it was early in the morning, the wife was out, and I was feeling the urge to try something I had not done before, paint my toenails. I finished painting my nails and dressed in a skirt, top and hose. I was reallying enjoying seeing my toes through the pantyhose, reveling in the pink fog. I headed downstairs for breakfast. Seconds after passing our daughter's door, I heard it open. Not sure if she heard me go by, I sprinted downstairs, and hid in the downstairs bathroom.
As I listened, I heard her come downstairs and go to the kitchen. I waited not sure what to do. Finally I stripped down to my panties, and hid the clothes in with the towels. I slowly opened the door and called to her. No answer. I stepped out and took a quick look in the kitchen. Not there.
I called out again. No answer. Then in a dead sprint, I ran up the stairs, down the hall, past her closed door, and into the safety of my bedroom. I quickly threw on some jeans and a shirt, just as the daughter knocked on the bedroom door. I answered, now dressed in drab. I seems that she hadn't been able to sleep, thought she had heard me but didn't know where I was.
It took a while for my heart to start racing. It was a close call. I am going to have to be more careful,(or better yet have her find a job, so she can move out).
Jaydee