It was a beautiful spring weekend and I had it to myself. My wife Lori was away on business for the week and not due back for another five days. For me that meant plenty of time to enjoy my own space and to entertain my particular hobby.
I found that I loved wearing women’s panties many years before I met Lori. Lori knew that I had a thing for her panties, but she didn’t know that I liked to actually wear them and she certainly didn’t know about my collection of panties and lingerie that I kept hidden in a box under the bed. I tended to keep it to myself, waiting for the chance to be alone now and then to dress in my tight, skimpy lingerie.
Today I was going to do the wash. Since it was such a beautiful day I decided to hang it outside to dry. It was hot, but there was a nice breeze blowing, even though our back yard was pretty sheltered.
As I hung the clothes I thought about what I would do that evening. I decided I was going to put on my skimpiest babydoll nightie and cruise some of my favorite internet sites. I began to feel turned on and suddenly the thought of taking off the tracksuit pants I was wearing flashed across my mind. I glanced around the yard nervously. The fences surrounding our yard were all fairly high, and there wasn’t any obvious points where neighbors could see in.
“What they heck?” I though. “Why not?”
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my pants and pulled them down to my ankles, exposing the pink panties I was wearing to the world. The feeling of the cool breeze blowing against my silky ass caused my cock to press against the front of the panties, and with a sense of thrill I pulled my pants completely down and stepped out of them. Standing up I glanced around nervously again, and then continued to peg the clothes.
I worked my way down the line barefoot, enjoying the feeling of the grass on my feel and the freedom and being in my backyard in just a pair of panties and a t-shirt. When I came to the end I hung up the last towel and then bent down to pick up the empty washing basket. It was at that exact moment, with me bent over, my panties to the air, that I heard a voice.
“Hey Andy . . . OH!”
I spun around in shock. Right behind me, looking over the fence, was my neighbor Greg.
I didn’t know Greg at all beyond exchanging and occasional hello. He had moved in a few months before and although our back fence was shared, it was high enough that you had to stand on something to see over. He seemed a solitary sort of person, and I had not made any effort to get to know him. This was not exactly a great way to start the process!
I went bright red and quickly thrust the washing basket in front of my groin to try to hide the view. He stared at me with his mouth open as I scrabbled for my tracksuit pants. I grabbed them and rushed to the back door. Scrambling inside I banged the door shut behind me and stood against the wall, my heart thumping in panic.
What on earth could I say! My neighbor had just caught me hanging my laundry wearing a pair panties! I would simply have to avoid ever talking to him again. Any sense of excitement or eroticism had certainly gone out of the moment for me, and I went quietly to my room. I took my panties of and tucked them away, all the time feeling a vague nervousness as if someone was watching me.
After a little while I snuck carefully to the window and looked outside. To my relief, Greg was gone.
I went to bed that night hoping to wake up and find it had all been a nightmare, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. My nightmare was just about to begin.
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The next afternoon, as I was washing dishes, the doorbell rang. My heart stopped. I was not expecting anyone . . . who could it be?
I checked the monitor and sure enough, it was Greg. I didn’t know what to do. It was obvious I was home given that car was there and the garage door and windows were open. But I didn’t think that I could face a conversation with him. I stood there indecisive, and the doorbell rang again. Greg’s face in the monitor seemed neutral to me. Perhaps he’d come to apologize for peering over the fence?
I could not just hide there in the kitchen so I swallowed hard and went to open the door.
“Hi”, I said, giving a weak smile as I opened the door.
“Oh . . . Hi Andy. I’m Gary. Your neighbor from over the back?”
“Yeah I know,” I said. Then, after an awkward pause, “Uh – come on in”.
I held open the door and Greg came inside.