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Big Black Trashman

Nancy watched through her kitchen window as the big trash compactor moved down the street towards her house. She lived in the last house on the block, and since it was a dead end street, the driver always backed into her driveway so he could turn his rig around and make his exit. It was hot out to day, and even though it was only ten in the morning, the thermometer in the window showed eighty five degrees. The truck was now only one house away and Nancy stared intently as the garbage man jumped out of the driver’s seat and hefted a fifty five gallon barrel like it was a pillow and dumped the contents into the compactor! She crossed and uncrossed her legs while admiring a light layer of sweat shining on his black chest and arms, so when he pulled into her driveway and dumped her container, she opened the back door and yelled out, “Say, it’s awful hot out today, how about some iced tea!?!” He finished emptying her barrel, glanced at his watch, and replied, “Sure, why not, I’ve got a few minutes to spare.

“Come on in,” she said, while holding open the door for him, “have a seat at the kitchen table and I’ll get the tea out of the fridge.” “Sugar and lemon,” she asked? “Just lemon,” he replied while flashing his million dollar smile. After handing him his glass, she settled down in the chair next to his and began, “I’m really sorry, but after all these months I don’t even know your name.” He took a long swallow of tea and replied, “It’s Henry, Bobby Henry!” Nice to meet you Bobby,” she said while extending her hand, “I’m Nancy Evans!” Both of them sipped on their tea for a few moments before Nancy offered while taking his glass, “Let me get a little more ice for you!” As she stood up, she purposely let her robe fall open giving him a generous peek at her naked body! She dropped a few cubes into his glass and returned to her chair, only this time, leaving the top of her robe open far enough so that her breasts were clearly visible. Bobby tried to keep from staring, but when a young woman practically begs you to look at he boobs, well, in that case you take advantage of the situation. In a very calm quiet voice Nancy asked, “Do you like the way my breasts look, Bobby?!?”
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