All To Get The Morning Paper

Now much like usual, it would be around nine o’clock when Caroline would come out of her bedroom, already dressed for her day. So knowing that I got my running clothes on, grabbed my runners and went for my five mile jog. I came out the side door and found the morning newspaper just on the driveway. Usually I would get it when I got back, since I was the only one who would read it.

I went my usual route to get to the greenbelt pathway, but today I stopped and stretched on the wooden bridge, hoping to see what caused Caroline to lose her top and bra. Seeing nothing I continued my jog, unaware that Caroline woke early and apparently went in search of the morning paper. All she had on was a silk bedrobe the attended to drag on the floor when she walked.

Apparently Caroline saw the paper lying on the driveway, so she made her way to the side door to retrieve it. From what I was told, she had just come out the side door when it closed and locked on her. Apparently the hem of her bedrobe got caught inside the door and instead of stopping and trying to get it out, Caroline tugged at it and tore the silk robe into two pieces that fell off her shoulder.

And of course Caroline wasn’t wearing a bar or panties under it. Apparently Caroline gasped and tried to cover herself up. Instead of trying to get into the backyard to at least prevent the neighbours from seeing her naked, Caroline went to retrieve the paper.

And of course you guest it, the neighbours were up and about their yards or on their porches shouting across the street to their friends. From what I was told by Mrs. Nuggent, it was Dave MacBride, our eighteen year old bird watcher who just happened to be on his porch, taking photos of the birds with a digital camera who spotted Caroline before she could get the paper.

“Fuck Miss Dawson, you are looking so fucking great today, mind if I take a few pictures for personal purposes of course?” And per Mrs. Nuggent, he didn’t wait for permission, just clicked away as Caroline reached for the paper. By the time she managed to get the elastic off the newspaper and unfold it to cover her front, all the immediate neighbours had their focus on her.

Mothers covered the eyes of their young children. The teenage guys all wolf whistled and made rather rude comments to Caroline. The older men who were getting ready to go to work, left with a smile on their lips. Mrs. Nuggent was probably exaggerating when she claimed that Mr. Podwowski stopped and was jerking off to Caroline as she tried to prevent them seeing her naked body.

“Oh my god Miss Dawson, don’t you have any shame!” that from old girl Morrison, who according to her no one should ever be outside showing even a hint of skin.

I had just turned off Rossmore Drive onto our street when I spotted the neighbours out and heard the commotion. Instantly I knew who was causing it and why! I undid the zipper of my sweat jacket and slipped it off as I continued to go home. I had just got to the edge of the lawn when I saw Caroline trying to cover herself with the morning paper, dropping many of the sections of it as she tried her best to get her naked ass into the small angle that occurred by the steps meeting the flower beds that she was currently trampling down.

As I ran up the lawn, I was shouting to the mothers who were still outside. “So sorry, I promise that this won’t happen again, as long as I’m home!” Then to the various teen aged males, “Oh give it a rest, she doesn’t have anything you haven’t seen on the internet you watch when alone!”

Man, talk about people disappearing fast. I threw my jacket at Caroline and held the paper in front of her so she could cover her top half with the jacket. Using myself and the newspaper to block her naked ass, I directed Caroline up to the front door, I reached around her to unlock the door and gently but with purpose pushed Caroline inside.

She was about to remove my jacket when I happened to notice that the front of her legs seemed to have a faint image of the Dregmann’s Electronics ad. I dropped the newspaper and looked at my hand and saw that of course today’s edition was fully dried before being delivered.

Caroline was about to try to give me stopped when I cried out, “Oh for god sakes, just get yourself into the shower to get the ink off yourself!” With my jacket almost open Caroline looked down at her chest and saw what I meant. She ran up the stairs to the bathroom. That was when Mrs. Nuggent came over and told me all that she claimed happened. I apologized profusely to her, making more promises that it wouldn’t happen again.

“Well I should hope that it wouldn’t happen again, after all this is a respectable neighbourhood that doesn’t need someone like that living on our street. Who knows what damage she has caused to the children, to the teen males and the husbands going to work!”

I was so tempted to ask her if she enjoyed the show, but kept my mouth shut, even after she left! Caroline came down this time with a terry cloth bathrobe onAnd immediately launched into her version of what happened. “I swear I wasn’t out there naked, well of course I was but it wasn’t on purpose!”

“I just looked at her, “Save it, I’m going to be late for work if I don’t get a shower and get dressed! I had just got around Caroline when I asked her over my right shoulder, “Tell me why did you go get the paper anyway?”

“Oh, the new Garfield comic starts today and I want to make sure I read it before going to school!”

I just slapped my forehead! She didn’t have class before eleven, so there would have been plenty of time for her to read it at least ten times. In my mind ,No Caroline just proved to all that she’s a true blonde! But she didn’t have to show them what she hasn’t properly shown me ever!

I didn’t say anything, just went up to shower and got dressed. I didn’t even say anything when I came back down, just grabbed my briefcase, an apple and left for the office thinking, Well maybe this would be the only time she naked today while out of bed! Then my inner voice kicked in, Yeah and maybe you will win the lottery today!