We went around the corner and held up at a strange machine I’d never seen before. Apparently you insert the key to be copied into a slot, and a comp...ter exams it and picks out the perfect blank. Then, you insert the blank into an adjoining slot and the machine cuts it.I gave him my key. When I pressed it into his hand I made a point of extending the contact. His skin was amazingly soft, almost silky, and perfectly dry. A lot of men’s hands are sweaty and sticky, as if they’d just been shafting. It wasn't the first time she called me over to fix something that was actually a simple fix. I could never tell if she just wanted company or if she was really just that helpless. The way that she'd stand and watch, idly playing with her hair, suggested that it was the former. Either way we ended up talking for hours. It was 1 o'clock in the morning by the time our conversation slowed down. She leaned over and with a surprisingly firm grip, grabbed my arm to look at my watch. "It's past one!". I turned around and undid my bra... it unhooked from the front and let it fall from my shoulders. Then I heard him murmur, "Nice ass."Taking a big gulp of air and really screwing up my courage, I turned around to face him. It took all of my remaining courage not to make one of those silly "September Morn" poses trying to hide my nakedness by covering by breasts and pubic mound. I stood there before him as he was seated in the chair five feet away. Totally Naked. Staring him in the eyes.His. To me. You think what you want and don’t bitch too much about it because, after all, you’re reading this on an erotic stories website – if you want G-rated stories that contribute to the morality of the nation you’re in the wrong place. Go away. Since the events of ‘Milestones’ I’ve had a couple of screwed up relationships which were built on my poor choice of men and my poor choices in general. I was on that road to recovery and it was a rocky road, indeed. So after a couple years of devout.