An Eagerly Expected Parcel

Alison Sbrzinsky was in her upstairs bathroom, wearing only her white panties, when the doorbell rang. She looked down out of the small window and discovered the cap of the parcel service.

"Whee!"

She gave a girlish cry, belying her thirty-odd years. This had to be the long and eagerly awaited delivery from the online lingerie shop. She smiled broadly. Oh, her hubby was in for a treat this evening. He wouldn't believe his eyes if she presented herself to him in the nice set of lace nothing she had purchased. Even if there was a lingerie store in her small backwater hometown, it was hard to find something suitable and at the same time sexy for her marvelous D sized bosom. Thanks to the internet, she could overcome this deficiency.

"Coming!" she cried and hastily pulled a pink tank top over her heaving chest. But the delivery man was on a schedule and wasn't inclined to wait for her. He put the parcel down on the porch and headed for his van.

Alison scrambled down the stairs, yanked the front door open, and happily picked up the nondescript parcel.

Wham!

She jumped by shock and surprise, when the door slammed shut behind her. She whirled around and frantically pulled at the knob, but it would not open. Oh, no! She had locked herself out of the house, standing on her porch dressed only in a tight pink top and her plain white panties, clearly visible to every passerby. Frantically, she crouched low and tried to cover herself as much as possible. Her gaze darted left and right and sighed in relief, when she realized that there was no one in sight.

What now? Her keys, her phone, her purse, everything was in the house. Her mind raced. How could she release herself from this predicament? She remembered having left the kitchen window open a gap for ventilation. With some luck, she could open it and clamber inside. But there was no easy way of getting there. Her hubby and her, they owned a townhouse built side to side with a row of other similar buildings. In order to reach her own backyard, she had to dart along the whole row of tenements round the corner and then climb over her neighbors' garden fences.

She didn't like the idea, but she couldn't help it. There was no other way inside. She collected her resolve, rose and sprinted along the faces of the residential houses, always hoping that nobody was looking out their windows. Dismayed, she heard the hum of a car approaching, picked up speed and finally reached the end of the row. She skittered around the corner and jumped the first obstacle, a low hedge, into a neat garden. A quick glance showed her that none of the residents seemed to be at home. Phew! Puffing, she bent forward, her hands on her knees, and tried to catch her breath. She definitely should do more physical exercise.

When she was ready to go on, she looked ahead and furrowed her brow. The next fence was a wooden stockade over six feet high. How could she scale this? There had to be a way! Looking around, she discovered a kids' slide made of brightly colored plastics. Energetically, she pulled it next to the fence and used it as a stepladder to reach its top. She swung up one leg, pulled herself up with her arms, balanced on the rim, got her second leg on the other side too. And she jumped down.

That is, she tried to jump. Oh, my! Her panty had caught one of the battens and stopped her in midair.

"Ouch!"

The sudden stop and the subsequent tight squeeze of her lap made her cry out in surprise and pain.

"Who's there?" she heard a raspy voice out of an ajar window.

"Damned! Why him?" Alison thought. It was Mr. Silvers, their pensioned neighbor. The old geezer gave her the creeps every time they met, because she got the impression that he always tried to strip her with his eyes.

He approached his window and his eyebrows shot upwards, as he took in the unlikely sight of his young neighbor dangling from his batten fence by her panties.

"Hello, Mrs. Sherbrinsky" he called, never pronouncing her name correctly, "what on earth are you doing there?"

"Um, hi, Mr. Silvers. Nothing special. Only a little accident, I suppose."

"You need a hand?"

"No, no, thanks, no worries. I'll be fine."

"If you say so."

He smiled and settled down with his elbows on the window sill, obviously inclined to enjoy the show.