Drunken Giveaway

Still a little shaken from letting a stranger look at her insides and still buzzed, she decides a bit more **** is in order. Not wanting stay out longer I popped into a nearby corner store that was on my way home and picked up few bottles of vodka. I couldn't help blush when bending over to retrieve a few bottles from the bottom shelf of the cooler, giving the only other customer an eyeful judging by the smile on his face when I turned around. Grabbing some healthy snacks as well I payed for my items headed home.

Back at my seventh floor apartment, I turned on my television, opened a bag of veggie chips and made myself a vodka coke. I watched a few reality shows while trying to unwind, laughing when appropriate and at few parts that were only funny to my drunk self. It was during the program with the rich girl giving all her old clothes to the poor and three drinks later that I had a genius idea. Since didn't need my pants for work anymore, others might.

Making my way over to the kitchen, retrieving a few trash bags, although it took me a few tries, from below the sink and stumbling over to the bedroom took longer than it should have. But I didn't care. Finding her work pants, she stuffed them in the bag, then thought 'I was naked the entire night with no problems, it's no big deal', forgetting the emotions she felt at the grooming place, then proceeded to put the rest of her pants in the bag as well. Not forgetting her shirts, those went into the bag as well. Only her shoes and a couple Sunday dresses remained. Since she rarely went to church except on holidays, those went in as well, then she tied the bag and put it by the door.

About to leave, she felt she was forgetting something. Underwear! I found all my panties since I wouldn't be using them anyway and put them in a new trash bag, I was very thorough considering my **** state, then decided pantyhose and socks wouldn't be needed either. Once all in the bag I made my way down the hall outside my apartment and put the bag in the trash chute, who wants to wear used underwear anyway.

Retrieving the trash bag from my apartment, I took the elevator down to the street and wondered which direction to take. Two blocks west there is a donation bin, but the lock is busted so anybody can steal the clothes inside. But four blocks north the clothing bin is in better condition. Not wanting to second guess herself, she stumbles north and makes her deposit. Wondering why her feet hurt she looks down to see she still has on her fancy sandals. Since they are the ones she bought to go with her Sunday best, she saw no reason to keep them, then threw them in the bin.

Feeling a bit tired she returns home drunkenly muttering about why they can't make warmer sidewalks.