I lived in a two-story colonial at the time. I arrived home mid morning after a very long night at work. After sending the babysitter home, I went to the laundry room in the basement, took off my work clothes and threw them into the hamper. I went back upstairs and proceeded to take a shower. I needed to wash off all my night sweat. The warm water felt great against my sore body. The pulsating streams of water coming out of my handheld shower-head was working it’s magic on my body. After about 15-20 minutes, I was in another world. The jet’s aimed right in my nether region. All of a sudden, my little rug-rat entered the bathroom. He had learned to speak early on, but could not yet formulate full complete sentences. He said, “Outside. Front, Mommy go.” I wanted to return to my shower. So I told him, “No dear, But you can go play outside in the backyard. Okay? Now be a dear and play out back, and I’ll be there to play with you in a little while. Love you.” He left and I looked out of our shower window. I watched him from the upstairs window as he took some toys and went into the sand-box and started to play. We had a fenced in yard, so I knew he would be safe. I finished showering quickly, without finishing me. If you know what I mean. Any ways, I exited the shower, and started to pat dry my body. I only had the one towel and all of my clean clothes were downstairs in the laundry room. I had no qualms about walking around in the nude, since I was the only person in the house. As I walked down the stairs to the living room, I was drying my hair. The towel was over my head, covering my face as I was rubbing my head. I caught glimpses of the carpet on the main floor and noticed that it seemed brighter than normal. The stairs going up start, almost at the front door, the stairs going down to the basement were right next to them by the front door. As I continued walking down the stairs, I began to wrap my hair into turban. So kolej escort bayan here I am, in my birthday suit at the bottom of the stairs. I was bent over at the waist, wrapping my hair. After I had the towel fully twisted with my hair, I gave it a quick twist, shot my head back, stood up quickly and found out why it was so much brighter in the living room. There standing on my front porch, with the main door wide open, but with the full glass panel storm door closed, stood a man with a clipboard in one hand and a large book of fabric samples for our sofa, love seat and recliner in the other. Next to him was a very attractive young woman carrying more books of samples. I could see past them and spotted a company van parked in the street. It was a deer in the headlight moment. I was too dumbstruck to run or even cover up. Thinking about why was the door open? Why did I forget about scheduling an appointment with the fabric company? Why was the front door open? Why are these people staring at me? Why was that damn front door open? So still standing there, in disbelief, I surmised that, my son must have opened it. These people must have knocked (our doorbell didn’t work) while I was in the shower. The baby-sitter had left (I knew that). My son was sitting on the sofa watching some children show on the t.v.. They must have asked him to get his mother. So when he came upstairs into the bathroom, he was informing me that someone was “outside” the “front” door and for “mommy” to “go.” So that is why I’m standing butt naked, a few feet from the front door, looking into the faces of two total strangers, staring at my totally naked body. I was still kind of wet, from both the shower and my “almost” orgasm. My nipples were sticking straight out and it wasn’t because I was cold. My pussy lips, which I always keep completely shaven, were protruding out from between my legs, because they wanted some attentio… “WAIT!. What Escort sihhiye the HELL?. I’m standing here BUTT ASS NAKED!” I turned around, bent over and took my towel off my head. What the hell was I thinking? Turning around? Bending over? Giving these people a fantastic view of my still shapely ass, not bad for a lady in her thirties I might say, and let’s not forget my protruding lips and a nice clean starfish to top it off. After I got the towel untangled from my hair, (That took longer that I thought), I turned around again, faced them, held the towel above my pert breasts (Back then, gravity had not yet become an enemy), went to the front door and asked, “Ah, can I help you?” The guy was speechless. His eyes were the size of silver dollars. His assistant spoke first. “Good morning Mrs. C. We rang the bell and when no one answered, we knocked. This is Jeff and I’m Veronica. We had a nine a.m. appointment with you. It was set up about two weeks ago. We’re so sorry to interrupt you. We told your son to go get you. If this is a bad time? You can call the office and set up another appointment.” “Oh no. No. It’s alright. I just got off of work and was taking a shower. I’m the one that should be sorry. I totally forgot about setting this up with you guys. Please come in and sit down. Ah…I need to put something on, if you don’t mind?” “It’s understandable Mrs. C. Thank you. We’ll wait for you in your living room.” I opened the door, turned around and pointed them to the couch. WAIT? What did I do? Did I just turn around and show these people my ass… AGAIN? OMG!. These people must think I’m some kind of ditzy blonde slut? I’m not like that, Really I’m not! I do like to tease guys from time to time, but this was not one of those times. I quickly ran upstairs, giving them another look at my butt. When I got upstairs, I remembered that all my clean clothes were in the laundry room. Not wanting to go down and be spotted sincan escort with only my towel, I stood on the top of the stairs, thinking about my next option. I heard the two of them snickering and whispering… “That’s a first for me,” I overheard. “Me too.” “She was kind of hot.” “In more ways than one.”, more muffled laughter. “Did you see her?” “I couldn’t miss it.” “And those?” “Yes, How could you miss them?” more snickering. I went into the bedroom looking for something to put on. Opened my dresser. “What the hell! Where are all my undergarments? No bra’s. No panties! Oh, great! A pair of pantyhose. I’m not going to wear those. Okay. The closet. There has to be something in there. What the HELL? I can’t wear an evening gown. Not even a pair of sweats or anything? I was on the verge of going all the way back downstairs, when I spotted my silky, thigh length, white bathrobe hanging behind the door. It was one of those like you find at Victoria Secret’s. It had little rose flower prints all over it and lace trim along the collar and around the bottom. So I figured, “What the Hell, at least it’ll be better then wearing a towel.” I wrapped it around me tightly and tied a double knot to keep me very secure. When I returned to the living room, my guests had the books open on the table and several of them open on the floor. My son had come back inside and was touching all the fabrics and turning pages like it was a storybook. “Mommy, pretty colors!” “Yes dear, those are some very nice colors.” He got up off the floor and ran to me. When he got close, he jumped on me. I had to catch him and in the process, my left tit plopped out. I was able to cover up quickly, but I knew I just flashed these people, AGAIN! The next forty five minutes were spent with me, trying to keep my modesty intact on the couch. I could see Jeff trying to get glances down my chest, up between my legs, anywhere that had flesh showing. Which was plenty. My son kept on climbing up and down on me, always causing my robe to open up at the bottom. At one point, with my son in front of the T.V., I was listening to Jeff and looking at the samples that he held in an open book next to me.