Every morning when my hubby goes to work I get strapped up in my basque and black stockings to flash the postman as he passes my bedroom window. It's always a different one so I carry out the same routine of folding clothes with my back to the window and watch him staring at me through the wardrobe mirror. Some of them stop and stair in the window with a hand in their pocket playing with themselves. This makes me so wet that my stocking tops get soaked.
One of these days I'll turn around and call him in.