"Accounting," she told me. "I figure that's a good way to get ahead and I have a knack for numbers. How about you? What are you doing these days?" Wel...," I told her, "believe it or not, I'm an accountant." Really?"I nodded. "An auditor. I work for Brentman-Barry. That's why I'm on the flight tonight. We're going to do the books for one of our clients that has an office in St. Louis." Wow," she said. "That's amazing. Listen, do you mind if I come back and talk to you after I finish my drink. What the fuck, right? I could still hear him on the phone inside.So I kinda just peeked through the pile and saw a few pairs of thongs rolled up. Most had that wonderful crustiness in the crotch area. I grabbed one and brought them to my nose and sniffed. Mmmmm... musky. Nice. I put them back after a few more sniffs and went back to the tool bench.Just then the garage door started opening up and Beth's car was sitting just outside. She was surprised to see me and just sat in her car for a few.. I quickly picked up the cucumber that had fallen to the floor and I put it back into my pocket. I pulled down my shorts that I had bunched up around my waist, I pulled them down and I kicked off my now dirty panties. (They had been at my right foot and with the floor filthy, they were almost black from the dirt on the floor. I finely got up the nerve to unlock the stall door and walk out, I quickly went to the mirror and using my fingers I straighten my hair, wasting some time. I was hoping. "C'mon. Give me a squeeze." No! I am not going to change the sheets, three days in a row." Lazy," my cock taunted; and proceeded to increase his pressure. "Let's take a nice steamy shower, then." How about a cold one?" Watch it, buster, or you'll be changing the sheets." And you'll get an ice-cube." Gotcha!"I cursed as a hot current hit my groin. I loved playing with ice-cubes."Okay! Okay! You win!" I tossed off the covers. "I'll take a damn steamy shower."A few minutes later, standing outside.