CarlaWestin
12-27-2017, 08:16 AM
If you're in DADT you really anticipate the occasional golden opportunity. I had the perfect such window yesterday, being off work on one of wifey's volunteer days.
:)
All morning before wifey woke up I was debating about what kind of outfit I was going to wear out. As you've possibly noticed, I like all kinds of different presentations. And I enjoy being at the mercy of chance. So, I play a game where I'll flip a coin for big boobies or small. Roll dice to decide which outfit. Anything chance to randomly decide components of the adventure. And deciding where to go. I love the personal challenge of being noticeable (buxom) and going to a crowded place to mingle. I'm still amazed at how people just don't see or care about anything.
So, wearing only the panties I slept in under a snuggly terry robe, I enjoyed morning coffee and contemplated the day.
As wifey was getting ready to leave she asked, "So, what are you going to do all day?"
I replied with something like, "Don't worry about it. I have plenty to do." With that tinge of old married couple snarkiness.
(No worries. We love each other dearly.)
"How about blowing the leaves out of the front yard?"
"How about you plan your day and I'll plan mine."
"Well, the whole yard needs to be blown out!"
"Love you. Drive careful."
"Love you, too."
With wifey pulling out of the garage I flip a coin again. Five tails in a row. But, I decide that I want big tits anyway. Hmm? I have time to really luxuriate. And, for that matter, I can do the front yard in a couple of hours and then have a wonderful soak in the tub and shave my legs even smoother. A real spa experience before I go and mingle around. Plus, by the time I get out, everywhere will be packed with people returning gifts and catching the sales. I love crowded places to blend in. It's invigorating. With the yard work done and freshly bathed, shaved and lotioned, I started with nice bra and panties. Smaller forms, pantyhose and hip pads. And I collected a nice outfit. I decided to be smartly yet conservative passable female. At slightly after noon, I knew I had four hours to play and shop and present. And so happy that I wasn't going overboard with the look. Very natural and suburban.
With visions of shopping dancing in my head, I leaned in to the mirror and just as the concealer stick touched my face, the phone rang.
"I'm on the way home. This place is dead."
"OK, Honey. See you in a bit. Love you."
"Love you."
:straightface:
Wifey entered the house to find that Mr. Honey had cut up some pears and made tea.
And the yard looked nice, too!
Today is our anniversary. I'll get other times to play. Some things are truly more important.
:)
All morning before wifey woke up I was debating about what kind of outfit I was going to wear out. As you've possibly noticed, I like all kinds of different presentations. And I enjoy being at the mercy of chance. So, I play a game where I'll flip a coin for big boobies or small. Roll dice to decide which outfit. Anything chance to randomly decide components of the adventure. And deciding where to go. I love the personal challenge of being noticeable (buxom) and going to a crowded place to mingle. I'm still amazed at how people just don't see or care about anything.
So, wearing only the panties I slept in under a snuggly terry robe, I enjoyed morning coffee and contemplated the day.
As wifey was getting ready to leave she asked, "So, what are you going to do all day?"
I replied with something like, "Don't worry about it. I have plenty to do." With that tinge of old married couple snarkiness.
(No worries. We love each other dearly.)
"How about blowing the leaves out of the front yard?"
"How about you plan your day and I'll plan mine."
"Well, the whole yard needs to be blown out!"
"Love you. Drive careful."
"Love you, too."
With wifey pulling out of the garage I flip a coin again. Five tails in a row. But, I decide that I want big tits anyway. Hmm? I have time to really luxuriate. And, for that matter, I can do the front yard in a couple of hours and then have a wonderful soak in the tub and shave my legs even smoother. A real spa experience before I go and mingle around. Plus, by the time I get out, everywhere will be packed with people returning gifts and catching the sales. I love crowded places to blend in. It's invigorating. With the yard work done and freshly bathed, shaved and lotioned, I started with nice bra and panties. Smaller forms, pantyhose and hip pads. And I collected a nice outfit. I decided to be smartly yet conservative passable female. At slightly after noon, I knew I had four hours to play and shop and present. And so happy that I wasn't going overboard with the look. Very natural and suburban.
With visions of shopping dancing in my head, I leaned in to the mirror and just as the concealer stick touched my face, the phone rang.
"I'm on the way home. This place is dead."
"OK, Honey. See you in a bit. Love you."
"Love you."
:straightface:
Wifey entered the house to find that Mr. Honey had cut up some pears and made tea.
And the yard looked nice, too!
Today is our anniversary. I'll get other times to play. Some things are truly more important.