“You’re such a perve” she laughed…”ok, here goes”
“As soon I’d blown that kiss, I noticed your eyes disappear from the peephole. When I saw ‘your’ eyes again…or what I thought was your eyes…. You bloody swine!” …”Please go on” I said, “I’m loving this”..
“Ok”, she picked the story up… “soon as I saw ‘the eyes’ appear, I sat on the chair in the cubicle and unzipped my boots – slowly sliding each one off, then stood up, turned round and wiggled out of my jeans, bending right over to slip them off my feet” (image of a gorgeous thong-clad arse in my mind!).
“Next I pulled my jumper over my head and shook my hair around, rand my hands upwards through it as I turned to face the peephole. Now in just my black bra and thong I teased ‘you’ for a few seconds, before sliding my bra straps down, turning around, unclasping it and then slowly turning back around, slowly sliding the bra off my boobs and standing there with it dangling on one finger, then spinning it round – ‘stripper style’!.
(again, these pic's not from the actual day, but a few pic's of my Mrs, topless in jeans as she would have been at this stage in procedings and what the guy would have got a great view of
