Have you ever answered the door in something sexy....

I lived way back in the woods for a few years and had a girl friend who'd come over to spend the night at times. One night she called to make sure I was home before coming over. I stripped my clothes off and walked down the road and met her about halfway on my road totally naked. That turned into a regular thing and she started leaving her clothes at home when she came over. I got several blow jobs on the side of the road sticking my cock into her car window.

Dude. That's fucking awesome. Good call, mate. Well done.
 
During the summer/warmer months I'm usually just wearing light gym shorts, nothing underneath, and maybe a t-shirt. Last summer a friend stopped by with her friend I'd never met, who was very attractive. I let them in and could feel myself getting hard talking to her...to the point where I did go put on some regular shorts and boxers because I didn't want to be pitching a tent all evening.

Also remember being in a hotel and phoning for towels. Answered the door with just a towel around my waist, and had a brief conversation with the girl who brought them...she kept looking down and smiling, guess I was hard under the towel. :)
 
Long ago, in the days before social distancing and masks (remember those days?) I was in the kitchen doing some baking. For a joke, I was wearing just my apron. Said joke was being a tease. Next thing is I am bent over the counter with him pounding me from behind. Shortly after we finished; he ran upstairs. Then the doorbell rang. I went to get it, thinking that I could stay behind the door and not overexpose myself. Tucked my breasts in behind the apron and made sure I didn't look too much I like had just been fucked.

You know how sometimes when you go to get something from another room and as soon as you walk in you forget why you even went there in the first place? I remember reading somewhere that it's because of how your brain associates doorways as something that leads you to a different place and your brain decides that you no longer need to retain the information you had in room 1 when you get to room 2. Or something like that. I don't remember exactly. It turns out this also happens when you open doors. At least it happened to me.

The door opened, and there is a delivery guy - early 20s. I took the package, turned around and bent down to put it on the ground behind me. The delivery guy got a good view of my freshly fucked pussy and the glistening mix of my juices and cum dripping down. He was standing there gobsmacked when I turned back to sign. Then I realised what I had just done. I signed, said thanks and quickly closed the door. He stood there for a little while before he left, so I must have made an impression. :D
 
Long ago, in the days before social distancing and masks (remember those days?) I was in the kitchen doing some baking. For a joke, I was wearing just my apron. Said joke was being a tease. Next thing is I am bent over the counter with him pounding me from behind. Shortly after we finished; he ran upstairs. Then the doorbell rang. I went to get it, thinking that I could stay behind the door and not overexpose myself. Tucked my breasts in behind the apron and made sure I didn't look too much I like had just been fucked.

You know how sometimes when you go to get something from another room and as soon as you walk in you forget why you even went there in the first place? I remember reading somewhere that it's because of how your brain associates doorways as something that leads you to a different place and your brain decides that you no longer need to retain the information you had in room 1 when you get to room 2. Or something like that. I don't remember exactly. It turns out this also happens when you open doors. At least it happened to me.

The door opened, and there is a delivery guy - early 20s. I took the package, turned around and bent down to put it on the ground behind me. The delivery guy got a good view of my freshly fucked pussy and the glistening mix of my juices and cum dripping down. He was standing there gobsmacked when I turned back to sign. Then I realised what I had just done. I signed, said thanks and quickly closed the door. He stood there for a little while before he left, so I must have made an impression. :D

Zowie...you gave him some DHL...Dick Hardening Love, that is.
 
I have a short, satin robe I really like. It barely covers my panties. I usually put it on after I shower. Usually I put my panties on right away, but not always. I have answered the door in it a few times, twice with no panties on. As far as I know, no one saw anything except maybe my panties.
 
A few years ago at home I needed to sign for a UPS package. It was the last attempt, and if I missed this one, I'd have to go pick it up myself from the UPS facility. I missed his knocks somehow, and when I saw him walking back to his truck, I had no time to do anything other than run to the door and call him back. If I had an extra minute, I would have put on a robe, but in my haste, all I had on was a flimsy over-sized old t-shirt. My semi-panic and the chilly air led to perfectly pokey nipples that threatened to burst through the cotton. I saw them jutting forward as I signed my name on his device. It was like a parody of nipples. I did not 'catch' him staring at them, but when I looked back up at him, he had a wide smile.

The cherry on top was signing for the same UPS guy for a different package at work the next day. This time I was in my normal business attire, but he still had a wide smile. It seemed to say, "I remember your nips!"
I used to date a UPS guy, and he had plenty of stories to tell. My incident came after I knew him, but I know he would have enjoyed it.
 
Yes but then I knew who was at the door and wanted it to be special for him ;) lol
 
Long ago, in the days before social distancing and masks (remember those days?) I was in the kitchen doing some baking. For a joke, I was wearing just my apron. Said joke was being a tease. Next thing is I am bent over the counter with him pounding me from behind. Shortly after we finished; he ran upstairs. Then the doorbell rang. I went to get it, thinking that I could stay behind the door and not overexpose myself. Tucked my breasts in behind the apron and made sure I didn't look too much I like had just been fucked.

You know how sometimes when you go to get something from another room and as soon as you walk in you forget why you even went there in the first place? I remember reading somewhere that it's because of how your brain associates doorways as something that leads you to a different place and your brain decides that you no longer need to retain the information you had in room 1 when you get to room 2. Or something like that. I don't remember exactly. It turns out this also happens when you open doors. At least it happened to me.

The door opened, and there is a delivery guy - early 20s. I took the package, turned around and bent down to put it on the ground behind me. The delivery guy got a good view of my freshly fucked pussy and the glistening mix of my juices and cum dripping down. He was standing there gobsmacked when I turned back to sign. Then I realised what I had just done. I signed, said thanks and quickly closed the door. He stood there for a little while before he left, so I must have made an impression. :D

Nice story.

From the beginning. Who is him and he?

I think I missed this.
 
I have a short, satin robe I really like. It barely covers my panties. I usually put it on after I shower. Usually I put my panties on right away, but not always. I have answered the door in it a few times, twice with no panties on. As far as I know, no one saw anything except maybe my panties.

Wondering who was at the door when you answered it...asking for a friend;)
 
Quite a few times if Hubs has been away and we have been getting each other in the mood for the minute he gets home. :devil:
 
Room service

Answer the door to the hotel room service. Robe slightly undone, panties and bra view. Great to see their eyes darting everywhere. Amazon guy too at home!
 
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