Her Garbage

She quickly gulped down her juice and, still being extremely pissed at her mom, slammed the can hard on the pavement.

"Danielle! When have I ever taught you to litter? Go throw that away in the public garbage, now!" Her mom scolded. "Oh, and take out the trash too! It's in the garage."

Danielle tossed her can into the garbage can and lifted the bag. She carried it all the way to the public garbage can a few blocks down. She could hear loud noises from far away. The garbage truck!

Just as Danielle reached the bin she heard a man's voice.

"Good morning beautiful."

She got so startled, she almost dropped the bag. A tall handsome man in neon green overalls and blue t-shirt came walking right up to the bin. Danielle held the bag up in front of her trying to cover her half naked form.

Danielle's face blushed hot red while she said "good morning" back to him.

"Do you wanna keep that trash, or do you want me to take it?" he asked with a teasing voice.

She stood speechless.

"I can turn around if you want me to?" he said politely.

"Oh no, that's okay, I'm used to this, I go nude swimming all the time," She answered with a **** confident voice.

Which was a big fat lie, Danielle had never swam naked, not even a skinny dip. On the inside she was shaking her head at her answer, blushing even more. she reached the bag over to him, he had big gloves on, her hands touched his arms, he felt warm and a bit sweaty. She felt her nipples tightening.

"Thank you" She said and quickly turned around to walk back up to the house.

This was so embarrassing, she thought, he was going to see her butt, there was no way she was going to run or sprint up to the house, even though she was dying to, that would look even more foolish.

"You're welcome, have a continuously nice day" Danielle heard him say behind me.

She looked over her shoulder and gave a little wave and a smiled, he smiled back still standing in the same spot watching her. Why did he have to be so good looking, that just made the situation more embarrassing, thank goodness she wasn't going to see him again.

As soon as Danielle got inside she felt relief, she walked out to the bathroom again, needed to splash some cold water on her face. She saw myself in the mirror, and her hair was crap. Now she didn't know what was more embarrassing? That he had seen her half naked, or that he had seen her crazy morning hair.

After that experience Danielle snuggled back under the cover, pulled it all the way over her head, so it became dark. She couldn't get his face out of her mind, his eyes, the way he had kept his stare on me, very sensuous.

She let one hand glide down over my stomach to her mound, slowly rubbing her clit, and the other up to caress and squeeze her breasts. Danielle started to fantasize about him all warm and sweaty, touching er with his gloves on. Wondering how it would feel having the ruff fabric rubbing her body. She fingered myself to an orgasm thinking about that.

The following day...