SundaySunday morning I woke up early (a rare occurance) and thought that instead of lazing about in bed I'd get up, do some chores and then head to the beach, as it was going to be a stunning day. I did a few loads of washing and was hanging it out on the line. It was probably around 7.30am and very quiet in my neighbourhood. I reaching up to peg a few t-shirts and who should open his side door and walk down the path and look over his fence into my garden but my very hunky ex-adventure guide neighbour. What makes the situation worse is that because of the early hour, I had eschewed getting dressed properly, and I am standing outside in a pair of black see-thru undies, a very short tank top that is riding up and showing the undersides of my boobs and my sexy and oh-so cool support hose! Gah! The poor guy got an eyeful. I was so embarassed (or should that be em-bare-assed?)
Later on, after I'd dressed more appropriately, I decided to walk to my boyfriend's flat and see if he wanted to go the beach. It was a nice walk, via a cafe and a few shops and through the Basin Reserve, which is where I spotted a young couple, on the grassy banks going at it like bunnies LOL. They guy was on top and there was definite humping movement - hey I had to look. It's not everyday you see porn on the lawn!
Tart at 11:02 AM |