Story about Slips & Stockings
Hello my name is Alison; well it is when I slip into dressing up as a lady. Let me tale you how this started. It was about five years ago when my wife Susan went on a girly night out, Susan and her friends do this every other Wednesday. On this particular Wednesday Susan had already gone leaving a note on the kitchen table saying. “Ashley darling can you tidy up the sitting room and if washing is dry can you fold and take up stairs, Love you Sue.” Well I needed a shower to clean and warn up, it had been a cold and dirty day sorting out the ditches in the bottom field. After my shower I went down stairs to the sitting room to get dry and warm by the radiator. This meant moving the cloths horse and in doing so one of Susan’s waist slips slid off to the floor, I bent down and picked it up, not only was it dry but it was very warm.
Well there I am standing there wearing a damp towel around my waist holding a warm and clean waist slip wanting to be warm and dry. So without thinking I foun
