Well, I couldn’t stop thinking about this for the rest of the day. I was bursting to tell her. Later that evening we had finished our evening meal and were having a quiet drink together, sat on the sofa. “So”, she said, “ how about I go and slip into that new basque now then”?........Clearly this was the moment.
“That would be great, T”…but just before you do, I need to make a little confession”. “Oh? Really?” she said surprised. “You remember, in Ann Summers, I pointed out a chap that I thought was eyeing you up”? “Yes”, she replied, “but I didn’t think he was – it was just your fertile mind”.
I replied - “er, well, no it wasn’t actually…he was eyeing you up…but much more than you think”. “What”? She said, "I don’t follow you". “Well, don’t throw anything at me!...but this is the honest truth, I invited him to have a look through the peephole at you”….T-Jane’s mouth dropped open …”you’re kidding?” she said. My face told her that I wasn’t….”what? A quick look?…or longer?...... “The whole time” I admitted. “I don’t know why I did it really, but, something just came over me… I found it so horny, knowing he was watching……and saw, well, everything”!
T was literally lost for words. Silent for what seemed like ages. Then she looked at me, looked thoughtful, then cracked her best naughty smile “well, I’d say he certainly got a good show”. “Really?” I said, half relieved, and half intrigued…”please do describe it for me”
(not from the actual event, but here's a few pic's of my lady stripping off
