I cleaned up and went to work with the panties on still. I made it safely home and fantasized again all night about the chick downstairs.Well I was to...tally happy about this new routine and looked forward toit every morning. I would warm the truck up for forty minutes sometimes before I came. I was always super wary of the angles of viewand potential surprises by passersby. There was a patrol car once thatgave me a heart attack and an occasional jogger but it was way too early for most people.. He barely had any body hair just a short wisp of hair winding down from his chest until it stopped at his navel and then thickened slightly as it continued down until it disappeared under the waist band of his jeans. Gradually he unbuttoned the top couple of buttons on his jeans and it wasn't long before he slid his hand down the front of them until i was able to watch his hand slide its way down over his length. After a few minutes he unbuttoned the rest of his fly, and then he reached in and. Take off your apron." He handed me, of all things, a black bow tie. It truly made a fashion statement as it clashed with my "Good Girls Swallow" tee shirt and my black knit boxers.Then I learned what misery really was. The drinkers were ten times worse. "What is that bulge I see?" one fortyish woman asked.Her companion, a prematurely gray, slightly older woman, said, "Padding. He ought to be sued for false advertising." Good evening, ladies," I smiled at them, "What may I serve you?" You can. The air around you prickles with intensity, electric shocks course through your stock still body and you literally feel your breath catch in your throat, unable to release your pant up emotion. That is exactly what happened to me a few days ago, and I can’t help but continue to dwell on it. Somehow, it may seem absurd, but I have never felt like that before and I’m not sure if I’ll ever get the privilege of experiencing it again. I was lounging around house, doing nothing in particular,.