I haven't posted anything in years, so as I turned 40 last year and things aren't as fun or daring with friends anymore, I thought i'd share a story of something that happened about 7 years ago! It's probably better to fill in the background first.
My husband Steve and I had been invited to a 1970's themed party 12 - 6pm from one of his business clients, who lived a town away from us, it was to celebrate their son Joshua's 10th birthday. I've never really cared much for the family and aren't particularly fond of Joshua, as he's a troublesome kid, totally spoilt and without any discipline.The only saving grace that day was that our preferred friends were having a BBQ that day starting at 4! Steve had already made excuses to leave earlier as said we had a prior arrangement.
As the day of the party became close, Steve and I booked some party costumes from a company we'd used many times before that did business from their home, they had a shipping container outback crammed with items. We had meant to pick up our costumes but kept putting it off as something or other came up, finally we had run out of time as it was now the day before, so we went out in heavy rain to pick them up.
We turned up at 7.30pm and couldn't park nearby, so had to run through the heavy rain. As it was summer I was wearing a white thin t shirt type dress on which got soaked, making it really transparent. My bright red satin underwear clearly visible.
Dave the owner (in his 60's) answered the door and let us in, he recognized us straight away and walked us through his house to the garden, as we passed through we could smell and see his wife Christine cooking, as they were about to eat soon. I didn't want to disturb her as in the past I'd had a run in over a costume and there was no love lost between us.
After we'd entered the container, Dave gave me a big naughty grin as he noticed the wet fabric now clinging to my breasts (36C) and below revealing my legs and red panties! There wasn't much I could do but grin and bear it! In hindsight an umbrella and shorts & T shirt would have been a better choice that day. It got decidedly worse as Dave kindly offered me a towel, I politely refused, saying it was just rain water, He found our costumes and whilst we were looking at them on the rack his wife Christine suddenly appeared with a towel.
"Oh no you got absolutely soaked, give me that dress and I'll put it in the dryer for you" she then handed me a hand towel.
"That's very sweet of you but..." I replied.
She cut me off mid sentence and quite sternly said :-
"but nothing, you're drenched and dripping water on the floor, can you take it off please?"
"What, both of us?" I enquired.
"No, he's ok" she replied.
i was kind of lost for words but managed to utter.
"Where shall I take it off" assuming she meant in private.
"Er..here dear, I don't want water getting on any of the costumes."
I looked at her in disbelief.
"What right here?" I confirmed quite bemused.
"Yes, princess take it off" she confirmed back "you're getting the floor wet."
I glared at Steve expecting his support, to hear him say sarcastically.
"Caity, stop antagonizing her and just take it off before we get thrown out of here."
I took a deep breath still shocked and said.
"Ok, fine you win" and threw the towel at Steve to hold.
With two hands I pulled the wet dress up over my body, I remember the material sticking to me a little then revealing my red underpants and matching bra, I rolled it into a kind of ball and handed it to her.
"What a bitch" I thought.
She gave me the most shit eating satisfied grin and said it would take about 30 mins, I grabbed the towel from Steve and wiped down my legs, back & stomach, she stood and watched and to my astonishment took the towel from me purposely leaving me with nothing to cover myself up with. She then disappeared with my dress.
Dave piped up (after she'd left) that she was a bit pedantic about the condition of their costumes, as customers didn't look after things they'd hired and had often returned things stained, split or damaged.
This now lead to a confession from Dave that the strapless knee length multi colored paneled crochet dress that I had carefully picked and ordered had in fact been torn about four inches vertically at the hip as he'd only noticed earlier on.
I was really disappointed but tried it on anyway as was still in my undies. He got on his knees and examined the split once i'd got it on, he said it wasn't possible to hire it out now and suggested something else, I took it off and tried on some 70's disco stuff and a few others but nothing I wanted, by now I was so used to Dave seeing me in my underwear it was kind of fun, Steve went behind the curtain to try his stuff on while I just stood around in undies.
I looked at my watch and at least 45 minutes had passed since i'd given my dress to Christine, she was certainly in no hurry to return it.
I was now in a dilemma about what to wear for the party? Maybe I could buy the dress and patch it up, wear it as just a one off and then unravel it and knit a scarf? So I offered to buy it, of course Christine had to have the final say! An hour had now passed when she finally appeared (still without my dress) i tried it on again and took it off at her request, standing in my undies we had a five minute discussion and finally agreed on twenty pounds ($25) then we went back in the house to await the final cycle of my dress! She took it out of the dryer and said rather unconvincingly.
"Sorry that took so long."
I faked a smile and put it back on, it still felt a little damp but i said nothing! We left and I thanked Steve sarcastically for his support, he just laughed and said.
"Ha ha you pissed her off before, so she made you strip."
There was no point being angry or upset about it, so I conceded and said.
"Yeah, she got me back."
The day of the party came and I had patched up the dress to the best of my ability, I noticed though the threads from the hemline kept coming loose, so i snipped them off, Steve had his flares, purple nylon shirt on and 70's footwear, I slipped my dress and kinky boots on, I'd opted for a 70's looking green mesh strapless bra and some full cut white panties with large purple, red & pink polka dots and pink waistband and matching leg edges (from the retro store) to complete the 70's feel.
When we arrived at the party, we were ushered straight to a large garden. Josh was already having a tantrum as he couldn't use the paint ball gun an irresponsible relative had given him! He gave me a scowl and walked off.
The party was pretty dull as expected as was full of families with screaming kids and disinterested parents, I decided to knock back a few drinks to make it bearable, As time went on i ended up sitting in an old lounger chair talking about house prices or something, as i got up to get another drink, I'd managed to snag my dress on an old spring in the chair and as I walked away the thread had caught and was unravelling the bottom of dress, surprisingly at first no one seemed to notice, but someone did! Josh!
As I stood at a table of food talking, Josh maybe out of curiosity had started to pull on the wool, as I had my back to him i was oblivious, he must've figured out the dress would get shorter the more he pulled, so he did!
As he was standing a few feet behind me no one saw at first, it was only when I happened to look down that I noticed that my knees were visible and the bottom material of my dress was moving, I span round to see Josh menacingly there with my dress thread in hand!
"Stop that now" I hissed at him.
"No" he snapped.
With that he started to wind it even faster.
"That's really naughty, stop doing that" I snarled loudly.
I was hoping to get some support from the adults! A few people kind of looked over but nobody really wanted to get involved! One man even laughed and said.
"The birthday boy is having fun."
I looked in vain on the table for something to cut the thread with, but could only find a cork screw, that took a few attempts before it eventually cut through it, my dress was a few inches shorter. The most annoying thing was that no one seemed to care.
I had a few "what happened?" but no one took it seriously, even Josh's mum apologized on his behalf with a big smile. I didn't really fancy being there after that, so as it was about 3 o'clock we decided that we wanted to make a move but had to wait for the birthday cake.
When I told Steve about my dress and Josh, he just said he's a horrible kid and left it like that! We finally left the party after four and headed for Emma & John's BBQ.
Steve hadn't drunk much so went via our house to change into his knee length shorts and t shirt, I wanted to change too but he was insistent that i kept the crochet dress on as I was going to get rid of it anyway and the others would find it funny especially the Josh part.
When we arrived there were more people than we'd expected! John's friends from work Michael (an Aussie) and Barry both in their 20's, our close friends Lisa and Ian and Charlotte & Eric from France, together with Emma's brother Mark, plus their old neighbors Angela & Richard. The men had congregated into one group near the bbq, leaving the women sitting around a big table.
Everyone had already had a few drinks so it was already quite loud, the atmosphere was totally different to the last party! I poured myself a glass of wine and made a beeline for the ladies.
