As you can tell from reading my blog, most of my slip memories and impressions date back to my boyhood and young adulthood. Slips were more prevalent then and a woman is more likely to let her guard down around a young fellow than a mature, adult, male. Most of my experiences over the past 20 to 25 years have in some way involved my wife. I’ve been awfully nostalgic about the old days when the chance to catch a woman in her slip was always a possibility. However, there is one episode that took place as an adult that is among my most treasured. Back in the 1980’s I worked in a large office pool setting. I was in my late 20’s and still a relatively newly married man. It was late one afternoon when I decided to leave work for the day and the entire office was almost vacant. Almost, in that there was one straggler left. She was tall, slim, attractive with dark shoulder length hair, and a member of middle management at the company. A very pleasant and friendly woman, a mother of 3 children, and had in many ways, a very warm, caring, personality toward all her co-workers. I can’t say I ever had feelings for her, but I thought of her as a very sweet woman. She was in her late 30’s, perhaps right at 40. She may not have even been aware of when I left the office, and certainly thought she was alone during the moments I was heading for my car. For some reason I cannot recall now, I realized I needed to go back into the office before leaving. After going in, I realized that the lady was still there, and being on friendly terms with her, I quickly ducked by her office to give a short goodbye. Both of us found ourselves in a situation we didn’t expect. “Nancy” was standing a few steps behind her desk with her dress off taking another dress from a hanger to put on. She turned and saw me only a second after I walked in her door. She flushed, and I probably did too, then said in a very embarassed way that she was changing before going to some after work event, and had felt sure the office was empty. I was a little shocked and didn’t know what to say because, even though I was secretly thrilled with the situation, it was totally unexpected and I was unprepared to have any kind of cool reaction. She sensed my fluster and hung her dress back on the hook. In fact, she almost acted as though she felt sorry for me in my embarassment. She stepped out from around the desk very calmly while still maintaining a few feet of distance between us and preceeded to tell me how it was alright, and how there was no reason to feel awkward in the situation. But she was wearing the most beautiful, creamy, white slip, and she just stood there right in front of me, almost as if she were doing it on purpose to calm me. We both stood there several moments and she engaged in casual conversation, always keeping a few steps of space between us. I attempted to speak normally to her, but needless to say, my body was pitching internally as I took in her pretty form. After a few moments, I excused myself and left, but all the way to my car, all the way home, I thought about her, how she looked, and how I wanted to turn around and go back. Just as sexy, I was wondering what she was thinking about the whole episode. Did she enjoy it? Was it something she was going to think about tonight and for days to come? Did she like having a young man 10 years younger than herself watching her and talking to her while she was in her slip? We never brought it up together again in the time we worked togerther, but once in a while she’d give me a cute smile like she was acknowledging we had a shared intimacy. The opportunities we have so often catch us unaware. I sometimes wonder what might have happened had I been bolder, had taken her in my arms, had said something very sweet to her about the way she looked, the way she felt, and the manliness she made me feel.
