"Warning! This IS NOT a sex story."
It was a boring afternoon of summer and I was at home in the computer room trying to write something. Long ago I realized that staying completely naked is a good way to transmit sensuality to the writing so that was how I was at that moment. Actually even when I'm not writing I like to get undressed at home, it's a very healthy and sensual habit, and that day I was dealing with my main purpose to transmit to hubby that I was wanting his dedicated attention as I was feeling very horny.
I knew I would have to wait a while to quiet my libido because we're waiting for a plumber to fix a problem in our bathroom but it was so warm that after my bath I dried myself and stayed naked and went to the computer. The room's door was open and when hubby said that the plumber was coming I stood up slightly annoyed with the hassle of having to get dressed due to that fucking repair. My clothes were in the bedroom and when I was going there the man was already coming into the hall therefore I went back in hurry to the computer room and by a whisker I wasn't seen.
So I was prevented from get dressed I just closed the door and continued with my writing feeling sure that shortly hubby would bring me some clothes. But he didn't, and soon I was hearing the noise inside the bathroom next door when the plumber started working. The guy was well known to us and he was a kind of likeable talkative guy. He was not young but I realised he liked my legs as I noticed each time I had to use his services and with my carefree behaviour when I'm at home I had little doubts that more than once he had realized that I wasn't wearing panties. Of course I would have to talk with him by a mere question of courtesy, but this could be done later, and I thought of the idea of dressing in a short skirt just to have fun with his discreet glances to the exposed chunk of my thighs and with his attempts to confirm if I had nothing on underneath.