A long nap, followed by a sexy wake-up call

After Ashley leaves for her shopping trip, you decide to take the chance rest for a bit. So you lay down on the couch and turn the TV back on, this time to a channel you actually like to watch. However, it's not long before your eyes drift closed and you end up falling asleep.

You are eventually woken up by someone shaking your shoulder insistently, "Hey John... John, wake up!"

Groggily, you open your eyes, and are greeted to a beautiful sight. Ashley is standing there, her face a little flush and her body completely nude from the waist up. Below that, you can see that she followed your instructions, as she is wearing a black thong and lace stockings, with matching black heels.

"Damn... you look great," you tell her.

"Thanks!" she says with a smile, before continuing with a slight frown, "Sorry to wake you, but I did everything you told me to, including fingering my... er, your pussy for an hour. I was waiting for you to wake up, but it's starting to get pretty late and I'm still not sure what to do next."

At the mention of it being late, you look over at the clock, and your eyes go wide. Shit, did you really sleep through the rest of morning and most of the afternoon? Normally this would be a wake-up call about how you shouldn't stay up so late on your computer, but right now you have a more urgent matter on your mind.

"Crap, I'm supposed to be meeting my family in less than an hour!" you exclaim, rolling off the couch and onto your feet, "I need to get ready to go!"

"Do you want me to come with you?" Ashley asks as you rush off to your room to get changed.

"No, this is more of a family thing," you shout back, pulling your pants on and grabbing a shirt that looks clean, "I might call you after to hang out though."

"Okay," Ashley responds, "Then is it okay if I head out and do laundry while your gone?"

"Yeah, take mine too," you say. It's still kind of weird to you how Ashley keeps asking your permission to do things, but on the other hand you hate having to haul your laundry to the machines on the other side of the complex, so if she's really looking for something to do you might as well kill two birds with one stone.

You spend the next couple of minutes in the bathroom taking a piss, doing your hair, and generally making yourself look presentable for dinner. By the time you're out and heading for the door, Ashley is as well, laundry basket in hand and still wearing only the thong, stockings, and heels.

"Are you really going to do laundry dressed like that?" you ask her, brow raised.

"Well, duh," Ashley responds, "It's everything you told me I could wear. Unless you want me to wear something else when I'm doing laundry."

You suddenly realize your mistake. You took possession of Ashley's fashion choice and made her strip, but never told her what she could wear beyond what you said just before you fell asleep. Which probably means...

"Wait, did you go to the mall naked?" you ask her.

"Of course not!" she replies, her face taking on a slight blush, "I had a thong and pair of heels on! Not these ones of course, they're new, but..."

"Okay okay, I get it," you say, not having time for her to go into detail. To put it mildly, you're shocked that she made it to the mall and back without being arrested for indecent exposure. Did people just know that was all she was allowed to wear, or was there some weirdness censor thing going on with it? Or did she have to explain to everyone exactly why she was out in public mostly naked? The earlier interaction with Holly might have disproved that last one, but you don't really know yet how people will react when you aren't around to easily justify things.

You resolve to find some way to test this out later, but right now you're more concerned with not being late. Still, you take some sympathy on your now flustered roommate's predicament, and tell her, "You can put on a shirt and bra when you're outside of the apartment, at least for now."

"Awesome," she says with a smile, then asks, "Like a t-shirt, or do you have something specific in mind?"

"Yeah, a t-shirt or whatever's fine," you respond dismissively, "Now I really have to go. I'll catch you later."

"Alright, peace," she says, putting the laundry bag down and turning to go to her room, presumably to grab a shirt before she goes out. As she does, you take in an eye-full of her round ass still proudly on display, lovingly framed by the open-butt thong panties she wearing.

Even though you slept through half of it already, this is shaping up to be your best birthday ever.