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As she pulls away, she can feel the stiffness linger in her nipples. She wonders if they were noticeable. While most women would cringe, like those prissy PTO women earlier, she wanted them to show, be on display, for others to see. From the wink she got from Charles, he must have seen. Either that or John told him about that first time here.
It is funny, she had been dropping boxes and items off at Goodwill for years and the same old thing. Pull up, get out, open the hatch, pull it out and deposit all on the curb before anyone would even come out to help. Then a while back, in one of her more daring moves, things started to change. Before she was just one of the many faceless people the staffers at Goodwill encountered. Now, they recognize her vehicle. Before she can get it in park there were at least 2 if not more people lining up to help. She didn’t even need to get out anymore. All because of that one day.
She was a little bored and wanted something, something to spice up her morning, turn the routine into something a little more exciting. Ok, how am I going to make a drop off with those used items more exciting. Then her mind went back to the conversation she had in that chat room last night. I do get a lot of ideas from people in that chat room, telling me things to try, almost daring me to do it, at least I do tell them about it later. Yes, I think that idea will do just fine, make it a spicier day, maybe even get a little better service at that place too.
Car is packed and she is ready to go. Garage door closed. She goes into her bedroom and changes. She opens the door to the garage just to make sure the outside door is closed and runs to her SUV and jumps in. She opens the outside door and backs out. Good, no neighbors on the street that she would have to stop and talk to looking like this.
She drives along, a little nervous, a little giddy. This is the first time she has been this daring, well, at least in her hometown, live and in person. This isn’t just a camera anymore, someplace that is safe to hide behind a lens. This is out in the open, you just can’t turn it off and show no more.
She wonders if people in large vehicles, trucks can see down and inside, see what she has on. She was just thinking about it when she realized in all her nervousness she had arrived at the store.
Taking a deep breath, she pulls up the little drive used for dropping off. She waits her turn in the line. Engine idling, she was having second thoughts. Why didn’t I bring a cover up? I am helpless. There is no turning back is there? Maybe just speed on past when my turn comes. The line moves both agonizingly slow and much too quick as she sits, trying to decide what she was going to do.
Then it is her turn, she pulls up and puts it in park. She waits, waits, finally someone yells out could you please come out here and show us what you are dropping off? She shakes her head no and motions him to come to her. She hoarsely says she can’t really get out of the car right now. He sort of just ambles over, uninterested, just another “special” person wanting first class service.
His eyes nearing fell out! His jaw dropped and he was speechless. She goes on to say, see, I thought I’d drop these things off while I was waiting for my laundry to finishing drying. He mumbles, mumbles a little more and then just stares in disbelief. A co worker comes out and yells, hey, you’re holding up traffic, come on, open the hatch and let’s get things unloaded. When his partner didn’t budge, he walked over and was greeted by the sight of her there in just a white T shirt, one that barely reached her……………..
Now there were two men standing there, peering into the car, and she could feel her nipples stiffen, just like they are now, rock solid. She wasn’t sure what to do at this point. She heard a horn honk and seen in the mirror it was Shelly, from her Yoga class behind her with that impatient face of hers, always in a hurry. She stretched to look into her mirror more, to see if there were any other cars but no, just Shelly’s.
She felt a cool breeze as she was looking in the mirror and realized she had opened her legs in the process and her panty less pussy was now on display to these strangers. The cooling effect was from a breeze passing over a damp surface. She flushed knowing that here she was, in a thin white Tee, no bra, nipples poking out, no panties and legs opened for these strangers to view. And more, someone she knows is in the car behind her, any sec she could get out and join the crowd. Oh what would the ladies in her Yoga class think when they heard about this? Shelly loves to tell stories.
She reached down for the button that popped the hatch. She looked up at these men standing here, dazed, and confused, but with obviously large erections and sweetly asked them if they could please unload………her items? I’m sorry fellows, I guess I am just not really dressed to unload them myself today. Begrudgingly they moved away from the window but in the side mirror she saw them looking back over their shoulders hoping to catch just one more glimpse of her.
She sighed a little, that was over, it was fun, but the fear of being caught was just a little too……...hmmmm maybe it was exciting. She looks up to see the progress, almost done. That was when she noticed Shelly standing at the passenger side staring in at her. OMG, the world will know now. Um, hello Shelly, didn’t see you there. But Shelly just stared. Not sure what to do now, what to say. She could swear Shelly just licked her lips but……..no, not Shelly?
Finally a little shakenly Shelly says hello, her face is blushing, and really, she was now not sure if from embarrassment or….could she really be excited too? Does she have the same thoughts I do, wanting to show off for……people.
Sorry to bother you, but could you tell them I won’t make it to Yoga later? I need to run downtown and not sure if I will be back. Sure Shelly, no problem. Shelly says thanks, slowly turns away, stops……turns back…..looks once more. Then her face changed just a little, She knows her secret is safe with Shelly, she thinks maybe the after Yoga class shower may even get steamier.
BAM………the hatch closes and jolts her out of her thoughts. Both men come to her window and askes if she would like a receipt. She says yes please. Then the comedy began. Each man not wanting to leave to go get the receipt book. Finally, a glare, a silent threat and the younger one runs off to get the book, hoping the show wouldn’t be over by the time he got back.
When he returned, he had brought another guy, oh boy, I wonder if they will just have me come inside the store and put me on display. Hmmmm, will have to save that one for later, become a living mannequin, a naked one. Quickly and with great difficulty the receipt was written and handed over. The men thanked her profusely for her donations and promised that she would always get the finest of service whenever she decided to donate again. She never would have to leave her car again.
As she was driving away that day, she did get the best thanks of all when she saw the younger of the men had a very large and very visible wet spot on the front of his jeans indicating he really enjoyed her show.
Funny, I guess the statement “Dress for Success” really does work, no more lifting those boxes at Goodwill.
Morning errands are almost done, PTO meeting, Grocery, Good Will, now to find lunch…..hummm, I know what I am hungry for now.
Well.. you name is urkNiGHT 🤷🏼♀️
