Apples

This story came about when I started writing a reply to a letter I received after my first story. I was writing a response on the topic of what incidents happened to me, thanks to the fact that I myself nudged them to happen to me) Thank you, My Secret Pen Pal, without you I might not have described this moment, which I rightfully place on the list of one of my best adventures) So, I'll keep everything as in the letter)

And Happy New Year to you too!) Regarding incidents, well, there have been various moments. One time I finished my exams at the institute and it was the first day of vacation, so I decided to spend it at home. Mom went to the store and didn't lock the door with a key, maybe she said

for me to lock it, but I didn't hear, maybe I didn't close it fully, I don't know. And my grandfather, from the apartment next to ours, saw the door was ajar and came in to say something.

I realized this was just such a chance) Just in case, I yelled back — "one second," and quickly took off my home shorts, panties, and robe, threw them behind the sofa, and quickly started putting on a tank top. From the hallway I heard:

— Anya, your door is open. And I heard footsteps as he walked from the hallway into the living room, where I was standing.

I quickly pulled on the tank top and then everything inside me went cold — the tank top turned out to be too short for my plan and I was standing there, like a fool, completely without panties. I wanted to fix everything and get the robe back, but judging by the footsteps he was no longer in the hallway, but right at the archway, and the sofa and wardrobe were at the other end of the room.

My head went "What have I done! Can't I think of anything?!!! What to do?" I clasped my hands together low on my stomach, and slightly pushed my butt back, in principle it wasn't noticeable, and one could think I was wearing panties! "I hope he doesn't notice!"

Anyway, I didn't even have time to yell something like "I'm changing" as he already walked in and I blurted out:

— Hello. Mom probably forgot to close it, sorry, I was changing here...

— It's nothing serious, no big deal.

"Phew, seems like he doesn't notice!"

— Tell your mom this — and he opened a bag with apples — These are from the dacha.

— Thank you, I'll tell her!

Then he started taking out the apples — These are the last ones this year, try them.

"Damn, great, he definitely doesn't notice, but I wish it would all end faster!"

Then he took a couple of steps and handed over two huge apples.

I reached out my hand, and with the other I subtly pulled the tank top down to cover myself. "Damn, I wish he'd leave faster, why did I even do this?" He placed two apples in my hand and started putting the rest — Hold them, hold them, why are you just standing there!

With these words, he started putting three more apples into the same hand, which almost fell and I instinctively caught them with my other hand.

A slight pause hung in the air. etales.ru In that second, I realized he saw I wasn't wearing panties and felt myself blushing. I instinctively jumped back a little, squeezed my legs together as best I could, and stuck my butt out to somehow not show myself naked, but damn, it was still all visible, the tank top covered nothing at all and I lowered my hands with the apples to somehow cover up, but it was too late.

Those couple of seconds lasted an eternity.

Noticing I didn't know where to hide, he chuckled in an old man's way — well, it's okay, okay, I'll go. He hesitated a little and went into the hallway. But suddenly I called out to him by name (I won't write it just in case))

He turned around, still smiling — What is it?

Covering myself with my hands holding the apples I said:

— Please don't tell mom, she might think I walk around naked — By this time I had already come to my senses a bit and the story was starting to amuse me a little, although I was still ashamed, but another feeling was starting to mix in.

— I won't tell, I won't tell, it'll be our secret — he chuckled.

— Well, good! — At that moment I felt he was about to leave and it would all be over, and I wanted to prolong it just a little bit!

— Wait a second — I stopped him again — here, for you too, mom brought this from somewhere, she wanted to give it to you! (mom really did bring home a magazine for the dacha and gardening from somewhere, but truth be told it was lying among other magazines unused and no one was planning to give it to anyone, but it was the first thing that came to mind)

I turned and ran to the far table where there was a stack of magazines, put down the apples, and leaned heavily over it, feeling the tank top ride up completely, exposing my entire butt to view. Not knowing what I was doing, I fumbled through those magazines, standing in that pose, and thoughts raced through my head "No, this is probably too much, what am I doing? Enough! I need to stop, what if he realizes I'm doing it on purpose?!" But it felt so good and I, unable to tear myself away, continued pretending to look for the magazine. "Maybe he'll think I forgot? Damn no, it's been too long! I shouldn't have leaned over the table so much, it's too obvious! Damn, the tank top is almost at the middle of my back, I'm completely naked! He's probably looking at me, and I'm without panties! What if it looks like I'm deliberately stalling? Too long! He might guess I'm doing it on purpose!!!" I turned my head towards him (he was indeed, apparently without any ulterior motive, looking at me) — There's a magazine here. And as if accidentally seeing the position of the tank top and that it wasn't covering me at all, I gasped and turned around pulling the tank top down.

To which he just reassured me again — It's okay, it's okay.

I gave him the magazine and, so he wouldn't suspect anything, pulled the tank top down even harder, covering myself as best I could.

Lowering my voice to a half-whisper I asked again in the hallway.

— Only you really won't tell anyone, it turned out very awkward, I'm very ashamed, don't think I always walk around without panties — I tried to speak as convincingly as possible, but the thought in my head was "what if he suspects?"

— I won't tell, don't worry! Big deal! Even if you do walk around like that when you're alone, what's the big deal? On the contrary, that's how it should be, so that for at least some time, nothing is pressing on the body — He encouraged me.

— You think so?

— Of course, no big deal! — he smiled and that finally calmed me down.

When he left, I sat down in the armchair, feeling how pleasantly the whole room was spinning around.

Then I replayed it all in my head a hundred times. I think he probably shouldn't have suspected anything. The only thing, maybe he thought I sometimes just walk around without panties because it's more comfortable, but that's not scary.

This is one of my favorite incidents, one of those I always remember with delight!) I hope you liked it) If you've had similar incidents, send your impressions) And I promise to try to write more!)