So, I did it again.
Oh yes, I did. I flashed an unsuspecting
gentleman man and I think he liked it.
It really wasn't my fault. (!)
I was just finishing up my morning shower when Briefcase called. I ran to get the phone. Of course I was naked, because helloooo … showering, remember?
Briefcase was on two phones at one time. He was at his office talking to a repairman, and trying to set up a date for the guy to come to our house.
"Can you be home next Tuesday at Whatever O'Clock?" Briefcase asked.
"My calendar is downstairs," I reminded him.
"Well, will you go look?" he asked impatiently.
I glanced out my bedroom window to make sure there were no random landscapers out in the canyon behind my house. No one was anywhere to be found. I ran downstairs, stark naked, to my calendar in the kitchen.
As a reminder, the back of my house (which includes my kitchen) is pretty much all glass. No one is ever back there. I stood there in all my nakedness examining next Tuesday on my calendar. Then I ran back upstairs to report to Briefcase Tuesday looked just fine.
I hung up the phone, finished drying off, brushed out my wet hair, and began contemplating what to wear for the day. Suddenly, I noticed my skin was looking unusually dry. (Most likely from the cold weather when I was up north.) I took my time rubbing lotion into every nook and cranny. Well, not every nook and cranny.
The point is, a little time passed as I was
playing with Rabbit putting lotion on.
Shortly after, I had a brilliant flash of genius. I could wear my dark brown pants, with my white t-shirt which has just a little edging of leopard around the collar. If I wore that, I could also wear my cute leopard shoes. (You know, the ones I showed you about a week ago?).
There was only one problem. In order to wear a white t-shirt, I needed (of course!) a nude colored bra.
Wake up male readers! Wake up! Stop yawning, it's rude!
Ladies, you understand, right? I couldn't wear a lacy black, or pink, or red, or blue, or chocolate brown bra under a white t-shirt. (Yes, I really do own bras in every color imaginable. I'm not sure why?) In any case, my nude colored bra was downstairs in the laundry room where I had left it to dry after being washed.
I pulled on my chocolate brown pants and I ran (topless) down to get it. I knew there was no one around because I had just been in front of all those windows perusing next Tuesday on my calendar.
I headed downstairs again. My tits bounced down each step. This time, I was all soft and slippery from … all that lotion I put on.
** Ahem **
I got to the bottom of our stairs, made a right turn to go to the laundry room, grabbed my nude colored bra, and without a second thought headed back toward the stairs.
I should have put it on while I was in the laundry room.
Because, there he was. Our friendly, local, bottled water company representative was standing by the window adjacent to our front door. He was staring at me through the window and his mouth was formed in a perfect "0" of surprise. He was not looking at my face.
No, he definitely was not.
I stopped dead in my tracks in utter astonishment.
The first thought to run through my mind was, "I must have forgotten to put the bottles out on the driveway for him."
Half a second later, I tried to cover my boobs with my good arm. His head immediately popped up. (OK, stop it … I mean the head on his neck!) He met my eyes for the first time. I tried to act cool, calm, and collected.
I wanted to project an air of normalcy. Topless? No big deal.
I gave him a questioning look. He said loudly, so I could hear through the partially opened window, "Wasn't sure if you wanted one bottle or two today?"
"One will be fine," I answered as if I were standing there fully clothed.
He nodded in acknowledgment and turned to walk away. Then he stopped and looked back over his shoulder one more time and he most certainly was not looking into my lovely brown eyes.
He walked away.
I glanced down at my tits; my hand was still haphazardly hiding them.
It was at that moment when I realized I was only partially covering my breasts. One soft, pink, nipple jutted out completely exposed.
I think, perhaps, we need a new bottled water service.