We live in a small gated community; 15 houses; whenever we our out of town my neighbor Sam looks after the house, picks up the mail and feeds our two cats. We also do the same for him. Of all our neighbors, we choose Sam because he and his wife are real churchies; they don’t drink or smoke and go to church all the time. Additionally Sam is an associate with a group that “spreads the word of god” via seminars to business and churches. This past Saturday; I decided to surprise my wife Laura was on a business trip for a couple of weeks by cleaning the house. The house was a mess and I decided play house wife get dressed, and after I cleaned up a bit, reward my self for being a good wife by having a drink and relaxing by the fireplace listening to Christmas music. I really looked lovely had on a bra with breast forms in them a sheer thong, black garter stockings, a above knee length black dress, boots with 4 inch slim heels, jewelry, and a small evening bag over my shoulder to keep my cell phone in. I painted my nails and dabbed my self with perfume. I spent about an hour picking up things, doing the dishes and sweeping the floor. I felt I had done a good job and decided it was Time for a drink. I started to the liquor cabinet when I remembered that we needed some cat litter for the cat box in the hall bathroom. I picked up a twenty pound bag of litter and headed up the stairs. I am not used to walking or going up stairs in four inch heels, so I should have been more careful. Halfway up the stairs I placed my foot on the edge of the stairs the heel of the boot slipped down off the edge of the stair and I lost my balance and fell backward down the stair. I landed on my back with the bag of litter on my forehead and my legs tangled in between the slats supporting the banister. I tried to get up but the bag of litter prevented me from lifting my head (when your on your back if someone holds your head down you can not get up, even light pressure on your forehead will prevent you fro getting up). I tried to remove the bag but it to was jammed into one of the banister slats. I must have tried for about 15 minutes before I gave up and decided to call Sam with my cell phone for help. My mind was racing to come up with reason on why I was dressed when I heard Sam open the door and walk up beside me. Sam looked down at me and said my; aren’t we a pretty sight. My legs were apart the dress had pulled back far enough to show my balls peeking out of my sheer thong, I said Sam it’s not what you think; Sam said relax let me lift the bag off your head. He asked if I was ok I said I think so; Sam helped me get my legs free and reached down and pulled my dress down, saying that’s not very lady like. He deliberately rubbed my thong as he pulled the dress down. He said we better go upstairs check you out. He led me into the bedroom and said its best you lay down for a few minutes. Let me help you with take off the dress. He had me lay down on the bed and said you feel like anything is broken; I replied I don’t think so. Sam sat down beside me smiled and said you do look lovely and gave me a peck on the cheek. Sam said don't get any ideas; i couldn't resist you looked so cute; does Laura know you like to dress. I stuttered yes yes she does. Sam asked if Laura approved and I told him she does. I guess Sam noticed the panicked look on my face because he said don't worry Sandor it's Laura's and our little secret. Sam said well I best be getting back to my house; take care; oh by the way merry Christmas. I said thanks Sam for not saying anything, Sam said no problem Sandor; but you owe me one and he blew me a kiss as he left
What i am wondering about is why he rubbed my thong and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and what he meant by iy's our little secrect and that i owe him one
Originally Posted by Bre Rue
