I was bored and watching some television, burning up the remote because of the mindless drivel on the screen, until I came to a movie where this guy opens his door to find his girlfriend there in an overcoat, which she promptly whips open and she is nude underneath.
I happened to reflect on many such movies where, mainly a guy, is surprised by a nude girlfriend or wife.
That’s never happened to me, but probably because normally I’m actually a bit reserved. A woman I know liked to do that with her boyfriends and a man I also know went to a motel room his wife had reserved for then on their anniversary and was met by her in the buff.
Now, I’ve had girl friends show up and walk into the bathroom and come out in only panties or a towel. One appeared in a T-shirt that almost covered *there *. Always thrilling.
A lady I know told me that her boyfriend met her in her own apartment when she got off work, freshly showered, nude and with a bright green bow on his erection.
Anything like this happen to any of you or is it mainly in the movies?
when i came back from a four month tour, my girlfriend met me at a motel, already on the bed with just a light slip laying on top of her, some fruit by the bed, and candles lit throughout the room.
Oh sentinel, I’m going to get you. I don’t know how and I don’t know when, but with the inexorable inevitability of… of… well something really unavoidable and bad, it will happen.
Dredging up all those delightful forgotten memories, and me all alone his week.
Ahh yess… the dragon bathrobe… the saran wrap incident … my 23rd birthday… the…
You legend, Lucretia! Your hubby is one lucky guy…
The closest I have come to experiencing a similar event is when I came home from work one day to find my wife fast asleep on our bed. She had taken a shower beforehand, and all she was wearing was a long bathrobe. As luck would have it, the robe had come partially loose, and one of her breasts was exposed to my ogling eyes.
Well…I couldn’t help myself. This was an opportunity too good to pass up. I got in there and…Let’s just say that we didn’t eat at home that night.
I was once, during a temporary duty to Las Vegas (hard duty, hee hee), lounging around on my hotel bed naked as a jaybird, enjoying the air conditioning, watching one of those in-room movies of questionable content.
Since I had neglected to put out the do not disturb sign, in walks the maid, only to shriek at my resplendant glory. I had no words, only a bemused smile to greet her with. Once she had exited the room, leaving a vapor trail behind her, I slipped quickly into my silk american flag boxers, and threw on a t-shirt, while trying to come up with something witty to say.
Upon letting her in, I remarked that I had been waiting for that to happen all day, and that she shouldn’t have been scared.
Starting that night, I received calls from what appeared to be the entire female hospitality staff (and I do mean hospitality). For the remainder of the trip, I enjoyed home cooked meals and all the alcohol I could drink, gratis.
As a young and impressionable nine year old I was sent door to door, canvassing for sponsors for a swim-a-thon. I was greeted at one door by a woman who sort of “fell” out of her bathrobe (well, part of her fell out anyway) when she leaned over to talk to me.
Live doesn’t really imitate Penthouse forum for me.
When I was a paperboy, I was once greeted at the door by a woman in a string bikini. While she scavenged her purse for the $4, I noticed her bottoms were, ahem, quite drawn up. Made my day.
Late one night I opened my door to my completely naked boyfriend. He lived upstairs from me at the time. He walked down a flight of stairs with nothing to cover him. The next morning, I gave him a sheet so he could walk back upstairs without anyone harrassing him.
It was the middle of the afternoon and I had just gotten out of the shower. My boyfriend was in the living room on the couch and he could see me at the end of the hallway. I opened my towel and flashed him and said, “does this belong to you?”
I have friends who are letter carriers and they’ve told me, if not numerous stories, then at least enough stories to be believable, and by sober, church-going types, too, about delivering parcels or registered letters and having the door answered by naked or mostly-naked women, some of them drunk, some of them not.
Then there’s the female letter carrier friend [minor hijack] who was walking her route in the rough section of town, and was accosted by a flasher in a trench coat [true story], but what he revealed when he opened his coat was not “tube steak” but real steaks stuffed down the front of his shirt, freshly shoplifted from the Kroger down the street. He politely asked her if she’d like to buy some, she as politely declined, and they both went on their separate ways.
Nope but I once delivered flowers to a co-worker’s house and her husband answered the door in his underwear. Apparently he peeked through the peephole and saw me standing there with flowers. He opened the door wide open and when she came around she said “That’s not a delivery person, that’s Bren!” I guess it was okay for the delivery person to see him that way but not me. He ran down the hall and put on a robe.
Early in my sophomore, I had the good fortune of being the guest of honor at a “guy-bashing” party because a group of girls I knew had decided they hated all men (given the men they dated, this was a sound conclusion). I was included because I had never ever wronged one of these girls, having never actually had a relationship at this point. (These girls “just didn’t think of me like that”. This is when I considered homosexuality as an alternative for the first time. It didn’t help, I’m still straight and a loser with the ladies, except the psycho ones. How is it that I only attract psycho chicks? I don’t get how that works. But I digress.)
Anyhoosier, inasmuch as I was a guy, the stipulation for my attendance was, yep, you got it, drag. I have nice legs. The fine young ladies were kind enough to allow me to receive the pizza delivery guy. I made kissy faces at him and even pulled the money out of my bra, and he didn’t even look stunned for a moment. Guess this happens every day. Any pizza guys here? I know you have stories…
