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Fifteen years ago, when I lived at my parents', my mother had promised our neighbors watering their plants during the time they were away on holiday.

One day I went with her to the apartment next door to fulfill this task. It was one of the hottest days of summer.

When we went into our neighbors', we heard some noises and a voice coming from the kitchen saying, "Mariana (the name of my mother), is that you? She replied:" Yes, that's me.

It was when, unexpectedly, Patricia, our neighbors' daughter, who had just married two months ago, came out of the kitchen wearing only a tiny set of sexy black lace lingerie. Everything happened so fast that, for a few seconds, no one had time to react. I didn't know if she was more surprised than us. I assumed that my mother thought that Patricia was with someone else in the department, so she avoided any comments about her nudity. The only thing Patricia was able to say, at the same time she desperately put on a white t-shirt she had in her hand, was: "I did not know your son was with you!"

Patricia had, at that time, 28 years old, straight, long brown hair and a great body because of her training, since she was almost professional tennis player.

While she was trying to explain what she was doing at her parents' (she had come alone to find some of her clothes), she tried unsuccessfully to cover her striking lingerie pulling down her t-shirt (it was so short that not even covered her belly button or her hips and let us see small and suggestive panties).

After two or three minutes chat (which must have seemed to her two or three hours), Patricia began to feel uncomfortable and got red with embarrasment by the fact that I was absolutely delighted staring fixedly at her (so as not to lose any detail). That was when she said, "I'd better get dressed." and she turned round and walked all the way to the bedroom making a big mistake because she also exhibited a full rear view.