Yesterday, Saturday, I was sitting and writing Episode 5, but I wasfeeling antsy. Not horny, just unsettled. The story wasn't going well, so I thought I'd get away from it for a few minutes. I went to the kitchen and noticed the garbage needed to be taken out. I always wear the same thing when I write, a pair of terry-cloth shorts,well, more like panties, and a white T-shirt, usually cut off just below the boobs. This outfit makes me feel sexy and comfortable at the same time, which helps when I write. It's really an indoor outfit though, It wouldn't do to go prancing around the apartment complex dressed this way. I didn't want to change so, despite the warm weather, I got my trench coat and flip-flops and put them on. I just tied the belt on the coat and didn't worry about the buttons. I only intended to be gone a few minutes. I felt ridiculous walking around in eighty degree whether with a trenchcoat on. I could feel the eyes on me as I walked to the Dumpster. When I got to the Dumpster there was a middle-aged man struggling to get a coffee table into it. I put down my sack and rushed to help him and we got it in. He thanked me, and introduced himself as Stan. People talk to me for some reason. I can't tell you the number of lifestories I've heard standing in line at the grocery store, sometimes revealing the most intimate details. Perfect strangers will discuss their financial dealings, sexual affairs, loves and hates, sometimes it's truly bizarre. So I wasn't surprised when Stan started to reveal his story. He explained that he and his wife had just separated and he had taken an apartment in the adult section of our complex. The apartment was a mess so he had to get it cleaned up, including getting rid of some old furniture, before he could move in. Management had failed to have it ready as promised. He said he found his wife cheating on him but he was willing to try and work it out but she filed for divorce instead. He said he's not going to contest it, they hadn't had a real life together, especially a sex life, for many years. He said he was an electrician and worked for a contractor to one of the local chemical plants. He asked about me and I gave him a few general details, profession, where I was raised, etc. We were hitting it off pretty good. I found him quite likeable and pretty attractive for a guy someone twenty plus years older then me. Stan smiled and asked me, "So what's under the trench coat." I toldhim, "Not much, that's why I'm wearing it." I started to become a bit self-conscious. I should explain, I'm tall - five-eight, quite thin actually, a small b-cup, and a plain very average face. I thought about getting a boob job in college. A lot of the most popular girls had had their boobs augmented, some as early as age 16. I have very sensitive boobs, and really get turned on when they're played with. If a guy gets to my boobs I almost always end up fucking him. I'm afraid of loosing that if I get surgery on them. At my last job my nickname was "Seven" as in Seven-of-Nine and peoplesaid I look like Jeri Ryan. That's ridiculous of course, there are some superficial resemblance's, but she's much prettier. She has full lips, a great butt, and her boobs don't disappear when she raises her hands above her head as mine do. I do work out regularly so my stomach is flat and my legs and butt are in pretty good shape. Growing up a tall skinny girl I became pretty self-conscious. "So, show me." He said, smiling. "Maybe some other time Stan," I said. "This is a bit too public." I smiled and teased a little bit playing with my belt. "Oh come on, make a dirty old man's day." I laughed so hard I almost hurt myself. "OK, but you need to move over there." I positioned him between the Dumpster and me so that my back would be to the parking lot. I untied the belt and opened the coat wide like a flasher. I moved my right knee in front of my left in kind of a cheesecake pose. He looked at me and just said "Oh my, I never dreamed darlin'." I apparently blushed and he
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