Locked out!

Marie awoke slowly, drowsily raising her body off the bed. A look toward her alarm clock confirmed it was eight in the morning, and time to get up. While she normally tried to avoid working on Sundays, Marie still wanted to make sure she kept to her schedule precisely. Even without work at the moment, she had to be ready in case there was an issue. Her priorities in the morning almost always followed the same pattern. Get bath ready, get coffee, get paper, take bath, and check e-mail. Simple, but enough that she would need to get started soon.

Marie stood up, and walked across the hall to her bathroom door. She often took advantage of the perks of living alone, more specifically the freedom of attire. She didn’t have to put any pants on to walk across the hall now that she had her own house. “Hell,” Marie thought with a chuckle. “I could probably go naked.”

She slid the door open, and surveyed her private bathroom. The shower in the back, toilet room to the right, and sink beyond it made the room feel a little cramped, but Marie knew that was the price to pay for a house in the middle of town. Along the left wall was the bath she used every day. She reached towards it, and turned the knob.

A glance towards the door she had come through caused her to notice the bathrobe hanging on the door. “It can’t hurt to put it on before the bath” Marie said with a shrug. She pulled the white concert T-shirt over her head, throwing it into the hamper to her left. The air ran across her exposed D-cup breasts, tickling them. She quickly followed it up by pushing her purple panties down her legs. Two steps later, those joined the pile of clothes contained in the hamper too. Her round bottom and exposed pussy felt the same freedom her breasts did, but not for long. She quickly reached out for the white robe on the door, and wrapped herself in it. “Ahhhhh...” Marie said, soothed by the relaxing feeling of the soft robe on her bare skin. She often spent whole days inside her robe, since she found it to be the comfiest thing she owned.

With the bath water accumulating, Marie quickly walked to the kitchen and put some coffee grinds into the filter. A few button presses and a hot cup of water later, the coffee began to brew. She looked toward the front door, now ready to grab the final piece of the puzzle: the Sunday morning paper. Some feeling in her stomach briefly tried to tell her to just get it later, if at all. But Marie shrugged the feeling off as hunger, and continued towards the door. She retied her robe again, just to be sure she wouldn’t accidentally expose herself once she stepped outside.

The morning birds chirped loudly in the dew filled Colorado air. Marie opened the door slightly, expecting the paper to be right by the front door. Instead, she was saddened to see it in the yard. “Damned paper boy!” She cursed to herself. She started towards the yard, but just as she barely reached the doorway she noticed a large yellow jacket buzzing right in her path. She gulped, frozen in fear. As a kid, she had been stung by a dozen yellow jackets once when she stepped on a nest. Thusly, she had contracted a large fear of yellow jackets ever since. For several seconds, it was a stalemate. The yellow jacket looking at her, Marie looking fearfully at the yellow jacket.

Suddenly the yellow jacket darted towards her, so she screamed and jumped. Luckily for her, the yellow jacket had quickly turned around and moved out into the sky. Marie breathed a sigh of relief. “Phew! I thought I was going to get stung! Glad that’s over!” Marie said to herself.

Her cheery mood was quickly cut short when she heard the click of the door behind her.