Author: Jack
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Summary: Jenny thinks her birthday might signal a new beginning, but she's in for a surprise...
Jenny slammed the door and leaned against it, heaving a sigh of relief deep enough to threaten the precarious repairs to her dress. Safe at home! Another ordeal behind her . . . and this time, despite everything that had gone wrong, she had managed to come out of it without ending up naked in front of a crowd! Maybe her luck was starting to turn, she thought, smiling a little.
Today was her birthday, the end of a long and difficult year for Jenny Hamilton. Though she had always seemed to have more than her share of embarrassing accidents with her clothes, it had seemed as if the last year had been the worst, almost as if some outside force had taken control of her life and forced her into these humiliating situations. Anyone with a disposition less naturally sunny and cheerful might have given in to paranoia and accused her friends and family of being behind her problems, but Jenny had risen above it all. Though there wasn't any rational reason to support it, she was sure that she was over the worst of it now. Surely this next year would be better.
She felt a feather-light touch at her leg and looked down to see Mister Fluff sitting at her feet, looking up at her with an accusing eye. The big yellow tomcat was a recent addition to the Hamilton household, but had already set himself up as a sort of tyrant who let people know when he was dissatisfied with anything. Jenny had hesitated to take Mister Fluff in at first, knowing what an unfortunate record she had with creatures of all sorts and cats in particular, but she loved animals and couldn't turn him away when he'd started hanging around the front door begging for food.
Mister Fluff reached up to paw her legs again, stretching higher this time and batting at the hem of her sundress. One of his claws got hooked in the material, and the cat gave a gruff 'meow' as he pulled to free it.
Naturally the makeshift repairs came undone and the lightweight dress slithered down Jenny's curves to land in a pile around her ankles. The indignant cat jumped clear just in time and retreated.
Instinctively Jenny started to cover herself, then laughed at her reaction. Nobody was here to see her, thank God. She glanced down at herself and could feel the blushes heating her cheeks. This morning she had been running so late, and she'd just grabbed the first things she had found in her lingerie drawer instead of picking out something with the care and caution she usually applied to her wardrobe these days. So of course she had pulled out the matching see-through purple bra and thong panties from Victoria's Secret that her husband had given her the night before as a gag birthday gift. He often gave her sexy mail-order lingerie, even though she didn't wear it that often, and though the gifts often embarrassed her, she just couldn't refuse them when John was so thoughtful to pick them out and send away for them.
Just thinking about how much of her those new undies left exposed was enough to make her want to hide somewhere, though . . . especially after the incident at the grocery store this afternoon.
Jenny sighed and stepped out of the tattered dress, pausing to lock and bolt the front door behind her before she stooped to pick the discarded outfit up. At least the repairs had held up until she was safe inside . . . and the door was secure. There wasn't going to be a repeat of that awful situation the day she'd moved in, when her husband brought two dinner guests in and caught Jenny nude after a string of embarrassing experiences . . . or the time the vacuum cleaner had sucked her housecoat off, leaving her naked just as the wind had blown open the front door and the Boy Scouts had arrived on the front porch selling candy for some trip they were taking.
She shuddered at the memory, then started inspecting the sundress carefully. If only she could figure out WHY her clothes were always failing her! Seams split, straps broke, elastic gave way, buttons popped . . . and she could never figure out why these things were always happening to her.
Like the grocery store incident . . .
Jenny had been running behind, just as she had been all day. She knew that her husband had something special planned for her birthday tonight, and while she wasn't quite sure what it was she suspected it might be a lavish dinner at Henri's, that ritzy restaurant Ashley's boyfriend kept raving about. (Strangely, she thought, he never talked about the place when Ashley was around. Jenny wondered why he never mentioned it when Ashley was around . . .). So she had wanted to get all of her errands done quickly so she could get home and change into something sexy.
But OF COURSE nothing had gone right. When she had stopped off to see Ashley for a few minutes her friend had kept her talking for close to an hour . . . unusual, because so often Ashley seemed to have something urgent to do and couldn't just relax and talk. And the line at the bank had taken forever . . . and there had been a traffic pile-up on Route 19 which had not just delayed her, but forced her to relive the unfortunate memories of that time the policeman had stopped her when she'd lost her clothes.
So by the time she had reached the grocery store, Jenny had been tired, pushed, and fed up. She supposed that was why she hadn't been paying attention in the soft drinks aisle when she'd taken a step back and run into the cart behind her. The man pushing it had said something rude, and Jenny had jumped quickly to get out of his way.
And the hem of her dress had gotten caught on the front of the cart, so that when she pulled away the straps had given way and the top of the dress had come tumbling down, exposing her see-through bra and the top of the panties as well.
The man's rudeness had evaporated quickly; he was eager to help a lady in distress whose 38CC breasts were barely held by material so thin you could read a book through it. But Jenny, embarrassed and blushing furiously, had sped away before he could lend a hand to help her with her plight. She had raced down the aisle and across the front of the store for the safety of the ladies room, clutching her dress around her waist with one hand while trying to conceal her jiggling breasts in their flimsy bra with the other. Half the people in the store must have seen her . . . and Wednesday afternoon was about the busiest time of the week at Haley's Supermarket.
Still, she had reached the washroom without losing anything else, and that was a minor miracle by her standards. She'd been expecting the others hoe to fall at any moment - the elastic giving way on her panties, new as they were, or the strain proving too much for the bra to handle. That was the way things usually went for Jenny. But instead she'd reached the bathroom, not only still wearing all of her undergarments, but with the damaged sundress still around her midsection.
And she'd carried a few safety pins in her handbag, too. A few minutes' work had restored the sundress to a wearable state, and Jenny had made her way cautiously back onto the supermarket floor, still blushing, still not quite ready to trust her makeshift repairs, but decently covered. There had been a smattering of applause as she returned to the soft drink aisle to retrieve her cart, but she had even managed to weather that storm without breaking down.
Somehow Jenny had managed to finish her shopping and make her escape out to the parking lot, wary but undefeated. She'd carefully kept from catching her sundress in the trunk - she wasn't likely to let THAT happen again, not after those other times - nor had she let it get hooked on the fender or caught in the car door. Her one minor disappointment had been the realization that she had been in too big a hurry earlier to remember to put a change of clothes in the back seat, a precaution she almost always took these days. But even tempting fate this way, Jenny had made it home.
But she still didn't see why the straps had let her down in the first place. Other people could catch their clothes on carts, or nails, or doors, or whatever, and got away with a few minor rips. Under the right circumstances a nail and a tricky doorway could reduce Jenny to complete nudity in a manner of seconds.
One of the safety pins had worked itself open, and slipped loose as she turned the dress over in her hands. It fell, and Jenny stooped to pick it up, knowing that Mister Fluff would try to carry off anything of the sort he found on the floor. He could hurt himself playing with a safety pin . . .
As she bent over, her chest felt constricted . . . but only for a moment. Then the purple bra popped open in back and slid down her arms, leaving her breasts swinging free. Jenny muttered a few angry words under her breath as she picked it up, then found the safety pin and straightened back up. She was about to put it back on, but then decided not to bother with it. She was home, and she was going to go upstairs and take a shower anyway, so why worry? She didn't even need to get dressed to go bring the groceries in from the car. There wasn't anything perishable out there, and John would get them for her later.
Jenny started for the stairs, thinking about how nice that shower would feel. Then she'd take the time to put on some really nice clothes . . . not just sexy, but STURDY, so there wouldn't be any embarrassing incident sat Henri's. She'd have a good night, a safe, uneventful night, and that would start her next year off right so that she wouldn't be plagued by so many of these horrid little problems.
She was halfway to the stairs when she heard a noise that made her freeze in place. "John?" she called out in a quavering voice. There was no response, but she was sure she heard something again. It was coming from the very back of the house, from the stairs that led from the kitchen down to the game room.
Jenny quickly ran through a mental list of what could be causing the sounds. Mister Fluff was sitting on the dining room table, watching her with the fascinated stare he often gave her when her breasts were bare and bouncing. (Just like a man, Jenny thought in passing.) John wasn't due to get home for another hour, unless he'd slipped away from work early . . . but why hadn't he answered if it was him? She couldn't recall any appointments for plumbers, electricians, or other repairmen this week . . . .
A louder thump from the same direction made her drop her dress and bra on the dining room table and pick up the heavy brass candlestick from the centerpiece. Though shy and timid when it came to public exposure, Jenny was a bold and determined young woman, not the sort to run and hide from danger real or imagined. She was hardly conscious of the fact that she was now heading for the basement, ready for a possible confrontation with a home invader, wearing nothing but shoes, stockings, and purple thong panties from Victoria's Secret.
To move more quietly she kicked off her shoes and padded on stockinged feet toward the stairs. She flicked the light switch by the kitchen door, but the light downstairs didn't come on, and that made Jenny's heart race a little faster. One step at a time, soft and careful, she descended the old wooden steps, one hand gripping the rail, the other holding tight to the brass candlestick.
Step by fearful step she went, until she was at the bottom of the stairs. The game room was dark, but there were some odd shadows that made her breath a little faster . . . .
The lights came on.
"SURPRISE!" The one word roared loud as the Last Trump in her ears as she realized the game room was packed with people, friends and family members all staring at her in shocked disbelief. Her husband was there, and her brother Roger . . . and Ashley and her boyfriend, and many others. She was horrified to see that the Mayor was among them, and that nice police captain who had helped her after the bad time she'd had on moving day, and others, friends, acquaintances, coworkers . . . .
All staring at her.
Her state of undress, forgotten in the moments when she had feared a burglar might have broken in, dawned on her with much the same force as a southbound Amtrak express encountering a northbound freight train, and Jenny dropped the candlestick, squealed, and brought both arms up to shield her exposed breasts. "Ohmigod! Ohmigod!" she said, and turned to flee upthe stairs.
"That's ten you owe me, Roger," Jenny's husband said softly, holding out his hand. "You said she'd be completely naked by the time she came down here."
Roger Taylor held up a hand. "Wait for it . . ." he said with a grin.
And, sure enough, as Jenny ran up the stairs in a panic she brushed against the poster depicting the Washington Monument - a souvenir of her trip to the District of Columbia, the one where she had actually met the President and the First Lady, though not under the best of circumstances. And the push-pin in the lower left-hand corner snagged her thong panties, holding her back for just a moment before they gave way.
The last sight any of her guests had of the Birthday Girl was her shapely ass disappearing up the basement stairs, and Jenny's husband quietly handed Roger a ten dollar bill. The party went ahead without her, while Jenny locked herself in her bedroom and glumly contemplated another year of public exposures.