Don't Tell Her

Tilly knocked on the door again.

“Hey come on. You said we were gonna go out today. See a Jazz club or something.” Carly forgot about that. She did want to go out around the town with her but she needed clothes first! Can't go out in the nude.

“I’m comin’ I’m comin’. I just uh… Hey can you go check something for me downstairs? I think I left the oven on. Don’t wanna burn the house down.” She was lying obviously but she couldn’t let Tilly know she was in such an… awkward situation.

“Why don’t you… Alright fine. But hurry up. We’re gonna be late.” Carly pressed her ear against the door and heard her friend walk downstairs. She gave a sigh of relief and slowly opened the door, the cold air blowing against her skin and making her shiver… Though it may also be the fear of running through her house naked. She looked around and saw nobody around and, without a second to spare, thrust the door open and ran to her bedroom door. Carly never thought she was the prettiest woman around but literally everyone around her in her life said otherwise. She had short blonde hair, fashionable these days, a fairly slim physique, carrying just a bit more weight than normal but many believed it added to her cuteness, and my oh my was she well endowed. Tilly often teased her about it but Carly had breasts bigger than her mothers, carrying around D size breasts that definitely attracted a lot of attention. She certainly wasn’t shy about them, every time they went to the beach she teased about going topless. Of course she never would but just… the thought of it. Running down the hallway to her room, she really felt how heavy they were, bouncing around all over the place until she covered them with her hands, leaving the small bush between her legs completely exposed. She turned the doorknob to her room but it was locked. She gave a small squeal and then ran to Tilly’s room. That was locked too. Cause of course. She had to think of a new plan. If the rooms were locked, that means that one of the service boys--Or Tilly--had the keys and locked them since the girls were leaving. No doubt they were downstairs. But then again so was everyone else! Agh! She had to get down there and get her room key!

Just as she made up her mind, She heard someone on their way upstairs. These were heavier steps, It had to be one of the servants! She covered herself up and looked around the upstairs hall. There was an open door that led to Tilly’s art room. She could hide in there! Or maybe she could run back into the bathroom, yeah it’s back to square one and Tilly would be pissed if she came back up and found out she was still there but nobody would see her naked. Or of course, if she wanted to just bear through it (more like “bare” through it), she could just make the servant boy give her the keys to the room. Her dad paid their salaries so she was effectively their boss and she could get him in a lot of trouble if he told anybody.