It had been one of those lazy afternoons. You know the kind—lounging around, nothing really I needed to do. I was curled up on the couch in my skimpy pajamas, my body nestled deep within my duvet, playing the Silent Hill 2 remake with the curtains closed.

I live alone and my flat is warm, cozy, and private, so the sheer fabric of my pajama top and my little lacey thong didn’t matter. It was more like lingerie than actual sleepwear, I guess, but I wasn’t expecting anyone to see me. The top barely covered my midriff, and the thong…well, to say it covered anything is generous. But hey, I didn’t care because I was repeatedly hitting deformed monsters with a piece of wood in some of the most terrifying environments I’d ever seen, all while surrounded by snacks and my kitty, Mashed Potato.

That is, until I heard the rustle outside my door.

Now, obviously, having been playing Silent Hill for several hours, I was initially terrified. But it was the middle of the day, and I was due some packages from Amazon, and these days they often drop-and-run rather than knocking. Which is fine, I guess. Minimum wage, minimum effort.

I put down my controller and padded to the door, barefoot. I didn’t bother grabbing a robe or covering up—it was just a package. I’d grab it, shut the door, and be back to being baffled by that stupid numerical puzzle involving moths in seconds.

Opening the door, I found the package hadn’t even made it to my door, instead sitting right in the middle of the hall. I went to it, checking it was definitely for me, nipping out without covering up. I bent slightly to pick it up and although it was addressed to me, I stood turning it over in my hands, trying to figure out what it was. Maybe it was the vinyl I’d ordered last week?

That’s when I heard the door click behind me.

My door. My stupid the self-closing door had swung shut behind me.

For a moment, I froze, still holding the package, my mind refusing to process what had just happened. I immediately thought of how naked I was.

My brain raced. I didn’t have my phone, my keys, or even a robe. All I had was a package in my hands and an outfit that was so ridiculously tiny it was basically slutwear.

And when I say slutwear, I mean slutwear. The thong was so tiny and so sheer that my pussy was completely visible though the fabric, my thighs pushing my puffy lips together against the material. The top, similarly, bulged with my naked breasts, my nipples tenting the fabric as the cold air hit them. I looked like I’d stepped out of a playboy photoshoot rather than a geeky afternoon at home.

Shit.

I glanced up and down the hallway, praying no one else was around. For the moment, it seemed clear, but that didn’t help my predicament. I was stuck, half-naked, and absolutely mortified. Maybe I could jimmy the lock with something? Or... what if I called out for help? No. Absolutely not. I couldn’t let my neighbors see me like this.

Desperation kicked in. I crouched down, peering under my door, as if somehow my keys might magically appear on the other side. Nothing. I dropped lower, pressing my face closer to the floor to get a better view. Maybe, just maybe, I could reach something if I slid my arm through the gap. My ass stuck up high in the air as I leaned forward, opening my legs to get lower.

Of course, that’s exactly when it happened.

The soft creak of the door across the hall opening.

I froze. Slowly, like a character in a horror movie realizing the monster is right behind them, I craned my neck to look over my shoulder.

And there he was.

My neighbor. The one I’d noticed in passing before but never had the courage to actually speak to. He was standing in his doorway, holding a mug of coffee, staring straight at me.

Well, not exactly at me. More like at the very compromising position I was currently in—face near the floor, ass in the air, sheer fabric exposing me. I knew from the feel of the air on my asshole that I was completely exposed, and with how wide my legs were, I'm pretty sure my pussy was basically spread for him…

For a moment, we just stared at each other, me looking back at him over my shoulder, my wide ass between us, the silence thick and awkward.

Finally, he cleared his throat. "Uh, need some help?"

(As always, I’ll continue if people are enjoying it!)