You head back to the living room to watch some TV while the dryer runs. As you get there, you can see Mr. Wood in his front yard pretending to do some work. He glances over to your house every few seconds, specifically at the big window in the living room. From your current angle, he can't see you, so you decide to have some fun with him.
You go to the kitchen and pick up the phone; you walk back into the living room pretending to talk on it. You aren't looking directly at the window, but you can see out of the corner of your eye that you have Mr. Wood's attention. You continue you your fake conversation for a few minutes pretending to be oblivious to your neighbor's stares.
You then walk to the kitchen and grab a glass of milk and then walk back to the living room. You pretend that the conversation is getting more animated, you stomp your foot and look cross. You shake your free hand pretending to forget that you have a glass of milk in it, and as intended it spills all over your shirt.
You pretend to be upset, click a button on the phone and throw it at the couch. You look down at yourself pouting and shake some of the excess milk off your hands, and then proceed to take your top off and walk out of the room. You come back, wearing only your thong, with a roll of paper towels. You drop to your hands and knees on the floor, with your butt facing the window and wipe up the mess taking extra care to swing your ass as you scrub.
You stand and proceed to wipe the milk off of your chest slowly turning as you do. It is then that you pretend to notice Mr. Wood is still there and "try" to cover yourself. As you back away from the window, you see the contented smile on his face and what appears to be a wet spot on the front of his pants.
As you leave the living room, the buzzer goes off on the dryer and you rush to the laundry room to see your new shorts. You pull them out of the dryer and see that the machine did the trick. The fresh cuts are nicely frayed now and you can't wait to put them on; however realize that your thong is soaked too, either from the milk or from your arousal you can't be sure which at the moment. Shrugging, you pull your thong off and put the shorts on.
From what you can see, the jeans are now perfect, obscene and possibly illegal sure, but still perfect. You run to your room and take a better look in the mirror; you can see the bottom quarter of your ass from behind and if you sit you will definitely need to keep your legs crossed or else your pussy will be exposed.
"Damn these are nasty," you say to yourself as you grab a red tee shirt from your dresser and put it on.
You slip on some nice strappy sandals, grab your purse and head out of the house for your supplies. The strip mall is about three blocks away. You could walk there, ride your bike, take your car or figure out a different way to get there. |