- Tue Jun 27, 2017 6:44 pm
#89968
My wife is a professional seamstress and sews very well especially wedding dresses and mother of the bride dresses. She made a sewing room out of one of the bedrooms with all of her stuff, a big mirror and a little platform for fittings. If I am home they usually close the door when the lady is changing for a fitting. This room is on the back side of the house. It has no curtains since my wife likes a lot of natural sunlight in the room. Beside of this, there was no windows close where neighbors could see in.
In the daytime, there are no viewing opportunities but at night you can watch inside from the backyard. She volunteered to sew the wedding dress for Lucia, her friend’s daughter. The first time she came over I was floored, she is a stunning beauty. And since she works, most of the fittings are at night. The first night she came over for a fitting I just happened to have to go to the backyard. From where I was standing there was a great view of the sewing room. Most of the time she just got down to bra and panties, near the completion the bra was sewn into the top, so she was topless for long periods of time. She never looked more beautiful.
I have surprised many brides, mostly just to undies by coming home early from work. They were in the kitchen getting some soft drinks while my wife was finishing their dresses. I remember Patricia, our neighbor’s daughter. I came in through the back door and found her in the kitchen wearing only very revealing bra and a skimpy black thong. She was so startled that she dropped the glass over the floor, she froze and blushed, she panicked but could not move because she was bare feet and there were pieces of glass scattered everywhere. Her skin was perfectly golden tanned. Her stomach was flat and had a nice round belly. I had seen her at our neighbors’ pool but then, she was more exposed than I had ever seen her. She remained standing there, close to me until, after hesitating a second, she let me lift her up with my arms. Patricia was terribly uncomfortable but thanked me for my assistance before leaving the kitchen.
Another time I caught Guadalupe, a coworker of mine, in nothing else than a sexy set of white and pink lace lingerie. I had just arrived without announcing myself and went to the kitchen and could hear them chatting in the back of the house where the sewing room is. I just grabbed a beer and sat in my recliner chair. I heard Guadalupe talking to my wife as she was coming down the hall through on the way to the kitchen. She did not notice me at first, she was worth enjoying watching. She had a round butt, quite thin waist and shapely breast. Then it all clicked and she immediately got red and tried to cover her up with her hands. She apologized for thinking that no one else was at home. She turned round and ran all the way to the sewing room. She was really embarrassed and had a hard time making eye contact with me the rest of the week.
Last but not least, Cristina, a friend of my wife from Hamburg, was visiting her and trying on her wedding dress. She was a fashion model. Cristina went out of the room and came into the kitchen when I was having some coffee. I saw her glorious rack in a white cotton bra and matching bottoms that barely covered her rear end. She had that incredible toned body. Her boobs were perfectly shaped and defying the gravity. I was caught off-guard and started backing out until she told me that it was ok for her, that she did not care, that Germans did not mind being seen in just their underwear. I continued drinking coffee and offered her some. She smiled the nicest smile I had ever seen and we continued chatting until my wife called her.
In the daytime, there are no viewing opportunities but at night you can watch inside from the backyard. She volunteered to sew the wedding dress for Lucia, her friend’s daughter. The first time she came over I was floored, she is a stunning beauty. And since she works, most of the fittings are at night. The first night she came over for a fitting I just happened to have to go to the backyard. From where I was standing there was a great view of the sewing room. Most of the time she just got down to bra and panties, near the completion the bra was sewn into the top, so she was topless for long periods of time. She never looked more beautiful.
I have surprised many brides, mostly just to undies by coming home early from work. They were in the kitchen getting some soft drinks while my wife was finishing their dresses. I remember Patricia, our neighbor’s daughter. I came in through the back door and found her in the kitchen wearing only very revealing bra and a skimpy black thong. She was so startled that she dropped the glass over the floor, she froze and blushed, she panicked but could not move because she was bare feet and there were pieces of glass scattered everywhere. Her skin was perfectly golden tanned. Her stomach was flat and had a nice round belly. I had seen her at our neighbors’ pool but then, she was more exposed than I had ever seen her. She remained standing there, close to me until, after hesitating a second, she let me lift her up with my arms. Patricia was terribly uncomfortable but thanked me for my assistance before leaving the kitchen.
Another time I caught Guadalupe, a coworker of mine, in nothing else than a sexy set of white and pink lace lingerie. I had just arrived without announcing myself and went to the kitchen and could hear them chatting in the back of the house where the sewing room is. I just grabbed a beer and sat in my recliner chair. I heard Guadalupe talking to my wife as she was coming down the hall through on the way to the kitchen. She did not notice me at first, she was worth enjoying watching. She had a round butt, quite thin waist and shapely breast. Then it all clicked and she immediately got red and tried to cover her up with her hands. She apologized for thinking that no one else was at home. She turned round and ran all the way to the sewing room. She was really embarrassed and had a hard time making eye contact with me the rest of the week.
Last but not least, Cristina, a friend of my wife from Hamburg, was visiting her and trying on her wedding dress. She was a fashion model. Cristina went out of the room and came into the kitchen when I was having some coffee. I saw her glorious rack in a white cotton bra and matching bottoms that barely covered her rear end. She had that incredible toned body. Her boobs were perfectly shaped and defying the gravity. I was caught off-guard and started backing out until she told me that it was ok for her, that she did not care, that Germans did not mind being seen in just their underwear. I continued drinking coffee and offered her some. She smiled the nicest smile I had ever seen and we continued chatting until my wife called her.