"We met in college, Daniel and I. I was a double major; interior design and advertising, he was in accounting. We figured to buy some old place and fix it up as a bed and breakfast. I'd do the decorating and advertising, he'd run the kitchen and do the books.
"That was six years ago. At first we couldn't find any good opportunities so we got some 9 - 5 jobs and kept our eyes open. Daniel got on an inside track at a CPA. We were doing well, but I kept thinking about our B&B dream.
"Daniel's the one who found the Mercer House for us; one of his firm's clients was in bankruptcy and it was headed to auction. He drove me out to take a look and it was everything we'd hoped for: grand victorian style, plenty of rooms and a huge lot.
"We talked it over and decided I'd quit my job and begin doing the renovations. He'd stick with his and help me out evenings and weekends until we were ready to open. It was wonderful--I was in heaven!
"Then, then Daniel had to go out of town for a business trip. I figured I'd get a whole room done to surprise him. It was so hot that weekend! Saturday morning, 10 AM and already over 90 degrees out! I had the windows open, fans running, and I was still covered in sweat!
"The trees and ivy screen the house from the street pretty well, so I stripped down to my bra and panties and started spraying paint stripper in the second floor washroom. I guess, maybe I did get a little high, but, I just kept working; spraying with one hand, scrubbing with the other.
"It started as I climbed a step ladder. I stepped up, and it felt like my panties snagged on something and were pulled off. I was so startled that I dropped the sprayer and brush and grabbed hold of the ladder. When the ladder stopped shaking I checked to make sure I hadn't scratched myself or anything, then pulled my panties back on.
"I was a little dizzy, but all I felt was a embarassed about it, despite being alone where no one could see me. I couldn't figure out what I'd gotten caught on, so I moved the ladder and started in again.
"I was working on the ceiling, craneing back and still sweating, it must have been over 110 in there! I felt something odd and glanced down to see my panties were sliding off; I tried pulling them back up, but it was no use, the elastic was shot. I figured I mush have stretched it when I pulled them back on. or that maybe the band breaking was what I'd felt earlier.
"I was hot and tired and I wanted to finish the ceiling so I just kicked them off. It felt so good that a couple minutes later I tossed my bra after them. I'm not an exhibitionist, nor a nudist. But at the time it felt perfectly natural.