Christmas Lights

Sitting on the roof of her home Renee was moments away from hanging up the last of the Christmas lights, a little peeved her brother got the easy job of putting up the few mechanical decorations they had. Allowing him to go inside and get warm a whole hour earlier than her. And the little jerk didn't even have the courtesy to help. So here she was freezing her perfect booty off in the Christmas cold.

Sighing hard enough to see her warm breath Renee plugged up the last section and wrapped it around the edge of the roof. She admired her work just long enough to feel a biting cold breeze hit her and cause a shiver up her whole body. Leading to her trying to get off the roof in a bit too much of a hurry.

Only to be hit by another harsh wind right when she was about to step on the ladder causing her to slip. Falling onto her stomach desperately grabbing onto something. To then feel her foot kick her only way down. Looking back to see it start to tip over she panicked and tried to reach back and grab it. And she succeeded, but didn't realize how heavy the item was and how little traction she had on the now slick roof.

Realizing to late, as she was now plummeting off the roof face first as the ladder had whipped her body around on her belly. Her mind now thoroughly fueled on adrenaline she desperately grabbed onto anything she could. Hooking her arms into the line of lights she had just got done putting up.

With a big ungraceful tumble, spin, and snag Renee suddenly found herself suspended in the air, her upper half wrapped and bound in unlit Christmas lights. Letting out a relieved but somewhat still worried sigh Renee suddenly felt another biting wind hit her. And this time she shivered in horror as her legs and plump booty felt the chilly air on bare skin.

Looking down she was horrified to she her comfy and warm sweat pants had fallen to her ankles in her tumble off the roof. Nearly exposing the embarrassing green and red Christmas thong, with a mistletoe design above her virgin lower lips, a certain bubbly blonde bought for her as a gag gift. Something Renee’d usually never be caught dead in. However she had to admit how comfy it was, letting her feel like she was truly commando under her sweater and sweat pants. So she thought “what's the harm with wearing it at home?”

Now she was wondering whether it would be more humiliating to be seen commando rather than with the thong. Luckily her sweater was long and baggy enough to keep the view under wraps.