All the stories here about women apparently not knowing they were showing. Eh . . . many times, they knew.
I once had a crazy, part-time gig delivering lost luggage for the airlines. The story I most often heard from passengers was that they made their connecting flights but their luggage didn't, or vice-versa. Their bags would catch up to them six or eight hours later usually, or the next day in some cases. I had the last delivery shift of the night, and would have to bang on people's doors very late, on into the wee hours of the morning and get them out of bed for a signature. Lots of sleepy people in loose fitting bathrobes, etc.
I remember one in particular. Rang the doorbell of a nice house in an upscale neighborhood at about 2am. Door eventually cracked open slightly and there stood a beautiful, 30-ish woman in a bright red, short silk nightgown trying to sort of hide behind the door, sign the ticket and get her bag all at the same time. Between the reaching around the door and the bending over I got a nice view of every delicious curve on her, except direct shots of her nipples and pussy.
Guys would answer the door too, of course. Sometimes my wife would go with me, and we'd take turns running bags up to the door. One night a handsome, trim, 50-ish guy opened up, still practically dead asleep, standing there in a wide open bathrobe. He had a big dick too, which was openly hanging out for all the world to see. Wife was with me that night; too bad it wasn't her turn; she would've surely enjoyed that view.
I eventually stopped bothering people after about 11:00 and just let them sleep, as most folks were dead-tired from a long day of travel. If I was sure of the address, which was most every time, I just left them on the porch and faked a signature on the receipt.
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