Cover Up!

Today I went out to pick up fresh produce and stuff to make salads. It's going to be over 100° tomorrow and Thursday, so cool salad dinners are must. As we all do these days, I called a couple of friends asking if they needed anything. Trouble's mom needed something, so I made note.

Since I was going out in public, I tossed on a mini sundress, instead of just a t-shirt. In keeping with my "no pants" week rule, I skipped the panties.

I grabbed my purse, headed out, and hit the button open the garage door. As the door opened, there appeared two pretty bare legs, feet in flip-flops, a tiny pair of short shorts, and a belly-baring crop top, all attached to --- yeah, you guessed it -- Trouble. She wanted to go with me. She grinned and held the mask I made for her to her face: Wonder Woman. "Okay, hop in the car," I said, and ran back into my casita. Rummaging through my pantie drawer I found a pair to match my dress, and slipped them on.

Although Trouble has seen me skinny dipping, along with her mom and aunt, I am not ready for her to catch glimpses of my bare pussy at the supermarket.

Facebook's Stupid Censorship

Here is yet another example of Facebook's ridiculous censorship. My friend Roxxie Neville was banned from Facebook for a week for posting this photo that supposedly violates "community standards." I posted a video of Anna Kendrick and Blake Lively kissing from "A Simple Favor" with no problem.

Giving Away the Pink

     No, not me. I wish were that cute at 12! I did have the hair.

Sometimes the question comes up, “When did you lose your virginity?” As if virginity was an object, a thing that can be lost and not found. Or worse, it could be something that might be taken.

I gave mine away, happily, when I was 12 years old.

I was visiting an older cousin with whom I had been “playing doctor” since I was about 8 or 9. We started out hiding in a closet, showing each other our girl and boy bits and playing with each others’ butts. I  am not sure why butts fascinated us so, but we did spank each other and that still thrills me.

As we grew older, we graduated to a playhouse his father built for him in the back yard. It was there at the tender age of 10 I discovered my clit. And about the same time, I watched, for the first time, my cousin jerk off and squirt cum. That has stayed with me too. I love to watch, as I say, “stuff come out.”

On a warm California summer day, in the playhouse, my cousin and I found ourselves fondling each other. No, we weren’t like boyfriend/girlfriend or anything like that. We didn’t kiss. We didn’t crush on each other. As odd as it may seem, we were just cousins playing, as we always had, with each others’ bodies.

We knew about fucking and other things that teenagers and adults did. Well, we knew a little, not really much. But we did know enough to be intensely curious. And that is what it was – simple, childish curiosity. My cousin wanted to put his penis inside me. So, I let him.

It hurt like hell. But, yeah, you know, somehow it sorta felt okay. I was splayed out on a small table, my cousin was standing, so I could look down and see him penetrate me. That interested me as much as anything. It didn’t last long. After a couple of thrusts that went deeper than my tiny fingers had ever gone, my cousin pulled out and came all over my belly and t-shirt.  We looked at each other and started laughing, cracking up, feeling utterly silly. I did wonder why I didn’t get more than a sore vagina. It didn’t seem fair that my cousin got a “cookie” and I didn’t.

That single event changed my life. I never had to deal with middle school and high school angst of “losing it.” I already had. So it freed me to do it. And I did. You could say I was precocious and promiscuous from 8th grade on.

I stopped playing like that with my cousin a few months later. I got my period just before turning 13. That changed things somehow.

He’s happily married with kids, a successful entertainment attorney. We are still close. Occasionally, at family get-togethers, he’ll catch my eye and give me a little smile. I’ll smile back, knowing what he is thinking because I am too.

Saying Good-bye to Pants This Week

Those who know me are aware of my “Recycle Monday” tradition of rolling the recycle bin to the curb “bottomless.”

This week, I’m going to try a variation of “bottomless” by wearing nothing but a t-shirt, top or shirt, or anything that can pass for a micro mini dress every day through Saturday. Panties may or may not be worn, depending on what is going on any particular day.

This is my way of staying moderately sane while sheltering-at-home. I still get to satisfy my shy exhibitionism while walking or biking around the neighborhood. And, If I have to go to the market or somewhere “necessary,” I get the thrill of being out, dressed to tease.

Yes, I know this behavior is, at best, a little perverted. But I am careful and never impose my odd habits on anyone. My friends indulge me and know this is a part of who I am, and embrace me – well not since the virus, but you know what I mean.

I'll start out simply today with a t-shirt dress that is just long enough to cover me when I go outside.
Of course, if I go swimming I'll wear a swim suit.

The Panty Week

Tomorrow is my last day to wear only boyshort panties with a top no matter where I go or what I do. I'm going to miss selecting the panties to wear, wondering how people will react, deciding if they can pass for cute short shorts, and reveling in how naughty they make me feel. I've been relishing the rush, the adrenaline, the heart pounding as people notice the tiny boyshorts and the look on their faces as they seem to be wondering, "what is she wearing?" I still have time today for an afternoon walk or a short bike ride this evening in panties. Then tomorrow, I'll likely wear a swim suit most of the day. Spending the day in a suit suit is close to the panty experience, but different. Anyways, it's been a week of silly fun and exposure. I'll keep working on finding ways to amuse myself during sheltering-at-home. Suggestions?

The Pool is Open!

My neighborhood association pool committee (including me) met with our pool maintenance reps today gathering around our little oasis, 10 ft. apart, to ensure we all understood CDC guidelines for pool safety during the COVID-19 crisis. Good news! Everyone agreed that all chemical levels, including chlorine and bromine, would be checked morning, noon, and night (overkill we know) since the water is now 72° and the daily air temps will reach over 100° this weekend. Pools use more chemicals the higher the water temperature. We set the rules for social distancing at the pool - 10 ft. apart not just six for extra safety because of chaise loungers, umbrellas, tables. etc. Also, no more than 10 people can use the pool at a time.The entire neighborhood agreed later via a Zoom meeting, so the pool is open!

I did break my "panties only" rule of the week and slipped into a swim suit for the meeting and to take my first official dip of the season. Several neighbors joined in. A few of use are going to gather at sunset for a "not closer than 10 feet" tequila toast to swim season.

Sheltering in my little casita-on-the-desert. Be safe, be well.

Sheltering at Home and a Costco Story

I'm sheltering at home at home and grading papers. Not much news since my outing yesterday wearing only a pair of boyshort panties and a top.

I did get lucky at Costco. I stopped in the early morning, on my way to several errands, and the line to get in was around the building and snaked through the parking lot. A big sign read, "Out of toilet paper, paper towels, Clorox wipes ...." So I drove off, a little disgusted with the lines of hoarders. Then, later, I stopped back by. There was no line, no sign, so I went in. The entire back of the store was lined with toilet paper, paper towels and other paper products. Go figure. Those who would bull rush the store got nothing and those who waited, got what they needed.