I stumbled through the front door, slammed it shut, locked it and drove my hand up the inside of my shirt. A flick of the wrist. It loosened. I pulled the straps out through the sleeves before freeing the contraption from under my shirt and threw it away. "Ahh, take-off-bra-o'clock time. I like it." Finishing the job off, I kicked off the shoes and headed directly upstairs for bed.
Snuggling in to the pillow my eyes drifted close, blocking the afternoon sun.
The uniform should come off. It's annoyingly tight and rigid and getting smelly. But that meant moving again; stand, undress and then either shower and dress in pyjamas or get under the sheets straight away.
Thinking about it is too much effort. Nope. Nap first. Then... *snore*.
Snuggling in to the pillow my eyes drifted close, blocking the afternoon sun.
The uniform should come off. It's annoyingly tight and rigid and getting smelly. But that meant moving again; stand, undress and then either shower and dress in pyjamas or get under the sheets straight away.
Thinking about it is too much effort. Nope. Nap first. Then... *snore*.
