Am I crazy or just finding new
way to make it through getting a house ready to sell all by myself? After four
solid days of stripping wall paper, I spent this morning plastering holes in the
wall, and fixing my fuck ups while taking down the wall paper.
Actually there was a fifth day
stripping wall paper, but that didn’t count, because it was the new type of
paper and it peeled off of the wall, like my cloths do when a girlfriend says
let’s get naked and naughty. The next
room was like way back in school, easy to get the top layer off, but a lot more
work to get the under layer off. But
non- the less it did, and I got my reward, in the end.
The day I did the bathroom, it
reminded me of the first time I had sex in a photo booth. Tight and cramped,
but damn if we both didn’t cum all over each other finger which we both had
clamped like a vise, as our thumbs did their magic on each other’s clit. But
unlike the photo booth which was quick and intense, the bathroom was long and
slow.
The back bedroom was dressed in
only a single layer, but it clung like spandex to a hippo. I finally had to give up chipping it off, and
rent a hot flash machine (steamer), and get her all hot and wet, before the spandex
relaxed and slid off revealing her naked skin underneath and another climatic
ending.
Today, was supposed to be easy,
just making repairs to the drywall. But bingo, right off of the bat, I let a
glob of plaster slip off of the putty knife, and you know where it ended up,
yup, right between my boobs. I climbed down off the latter, and used my fingers
to scoop out the plaster, and then decided to hell with it, I took off my tank
top and went topless. (Thankfully the owner had thick curtains, which are still
up.) I also remembered that I had a new
pair of jeans on, and I really didn’t want to get plaster on them either, so
off they came, and I started to plaster in just my panties.
I had just gotten off of the
ladder, when the radio station I had on, played “Play that Funky Music White Boy”
which got me dancing while I plastered. Here I was all alone in the house,
wearing just my panties and dancing as I filled holes in the walls. Believe me
when I say that after a couple of songs, I was longing for a helper, and I kept
catching myself looking at the extender handle for the roller with some very
naughty thoughts.
They went to commercial, just
as I went into the front bedroom, and there in the closet were two white
petticoats from the 60’s, that for some reason, I had not taken out with the
rest of the cloths. I was in such a funky mood by now that I slipped off my
panties, and after a little attention to things, I slipped on one of the
petticoats, one that went to almost my knees and was about 6 layers thick at
the bottom the chiffon, satin and lace, that felt wonderful on me. It also moved so nicely as I moved, that I
continued to dance to the music on the radio and plaster naked except for the
petticoat.
Oh yes and Donna Summer’s Last
Dance is going to cause me sanding time where there was no plaster needed, She just made me move and sway in such a
sassy way that there are a couple of interesting impressions that I am going to
have to sand off of the walls in the living room.
I even took a selfie for you
all to enjoy :}
Love D.D.
©April 16, 2014
D. D.
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