I’ll never know for sure, but in any event,everyone was gone except for myself, and two men who remained outside on their patio. Their patio was the...one directly across from mine, and the closest to me.I was slightly frustrated that all the other men had gone inside, but thrilled at the same time because the one guy who I thought was the most attractive of the bunch, was still outside. I checked him out more thoroughly, as he stood next to his seated friend.They seemed to be having a normal,. The one I had on was flat on top... for a younger girl with no or very little breasts. The one I looked at was fuller at the bust. I looked at Brittany. She had small mounds; and I realized she no longer wore this sort of slip."What a pretty slip. Your slip is so pretty, isn't it?" Brittany chimed.I gulped. I was trapped. All I could do was nod slightly."Now, now, that's not a proper response, now is it? Girls love their pretty things, and to feel pretty in them... You like Brittany's old.... The doorbell brought her back to reality."Shit," she yelled in frustration. "I was so close." She stepped out of the tub, pulled on her panties and an old shirt, and ran to the door."Who is it?" she asked."I'm the janitor. I've come to fix your garbage disposal."She opened the door and stood facing a tall, blond, muscular, young man, dressed in a while tee-shirt and tight blue jeans."Come in," she said with a smile. She led him into the kitchen and watched as he repaired the broken disposal.. You straightened your self upright, spreading your feet apart to secure your stance. Then you bent over slightly at the waist, and using both hands, lifted your skirt, exposing your stocking tops and giving me a view down your low cut blouse. You slipped your fingers inside the tops and pulled them tight, fingertips circling your thighs to make certain all was in order. It was then that I got my first whiff of your muskiness as it mixed with your perfume. Was that brief show my 'thank you', I.