I'd been away on a business trip and was arriving home a couple of days early. It was evening when I pulled into my driveway. I noticed that there were a number of cars parked in the street outside my place and the visitor's car spots were occupied. Someone was having a party.
From the noise coming from my unit, it appears that I was. I let myself in quietly. I assumed that my daughter had some friends over for a get-together. I had no objections. She has her head screwed on and won't go overboard. The chances were that if I'd come home when expected that I'd never have noticed a party had taken place.
Figuring a man in his late thirties would be somewhat out of place among a bunch of young men and women with an average age of twenty, I decided to just slide quietly past and retire to my room. I was glad I didn't make a big entrance. There were a bunch of young ladies in the front room, but no men that I noticed. Apparently it was a girls only night, and that would really have left me there as a party pooper.
I slipped into my room, closed the door behind me, and relaxed on the bed with a book. I didn't really notice it at the time, but when I entered the room my light was on. If I'd thought about it at all I'd have assumed that Sally had been in for some reason and left the light on.
I'd only read a few pages when the door opened and this woman walked in. She was blonde, probably in her middle twenties, nice face, very shapely. She also had excellent taste in lingerie. I could say this without fear of contradiction as that was all she was wearing. A matched bra and panties set. Very nice to observe.
I can also say that she was a natural blonde. I was able to note this because the first thing the young woman did, even while the door was swinging closed, was to whip off those very attractive panties, revealing a very fine line of blonde fur pointing the way to her treasures.
She didn't stop at the panties either. She was reaching behind her for the bra almost before the panties were off, and she was naked in less time than it takes to describe it. Oh, she had very nice breasts. That decorative lacy bra was worn purely for decoration. Those lovely globes were quite able to support their own weight. Not that I wouldn't have minded giving a helping hand to hold them up.
So here I am, lying on my bed and here's this lovely nude blonde who finally notices me. She turned bright red and tried to cover herself, mouth open, but no words coming out.
"Hi," I said. "I'm Peter Smithers. Sally's father. Don't mind me."
That broke the tension. She gave a horrified gasp and grabbed some things out of a case. I hadn't even noticed it sitting on the dresser. She put on some new undies with lightning speed, gabbling all the while.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry. Sally told me to use this room. She said you were away. She's holding a lingerie party. I'm Natalie, the hostess, and I model all the things. I've got to go. They'll be waiting."
With that she shot through and I smiled and went back to reading. About five minutes later she returned, this time knocking before she entered.
"Ah, I have to change into the next set of things," Natalie said. "Do you have another room where I can get changed?"
"Why bother?" I said with a shrug. "I've already seen you naked. I didn't pounce then so I'm unlikely to pounce now. Just go ahead and change. I promise not to look."
Natalie gave me a highly dubious look while I looked at my book. Then she turned her back to me and started her quick change act. She flung a glance over her shoulder at me and glared when she saw I was watching her.
"You said you weren't going to look," she pointed out.
"I lied," I told her. "Men do that when there's a pretty woman around. If it's any consolation, I wasn't looking at your pretty little tush. There was much more interesting scenery in the mirror."
Belatedly realising that she had been changing facing a large mirror, Natalie blushed again, and then left with undignified haste.
On her third trip Natalie was icily polite.
"I'm afraid I really have to ask you to arrange another room for me to use. I'm not changing in front of you again."
"Actually, I think you have every intention of doing so," I said calmly. "If you weren't finding it exciting to be changing in front of a strange man you would have arranged for a change of room with Sally after the first incident."
She gave me a furious look but didn't say anything. Instead she just swapped into the next demo model without arguing.
For about the next hour I was treated to a lovely young thing changing her undies every few minutes. She had quite a variety, and they all looked good on her. I hoped that Sally wasn't spending too much of my money on this stuff.
Finally she came in for what was to be the last time.
"Done," she said. "Now I'll be getting dressed and hopefully I'll never see you again."
While she was making that catty little comment she'd been stripping of the last of her demonstration models.
"Before you get dressed, come here for a moment," I told her.
"Why should I?" she asked, suspicion just oozing from her voice.
"Because I'm asking you politely," I said reasonably.
Still suspicious she came closer.
