Try it and see where it gets you. Although…’ Stan stuck his tongue out at Denise, who blew a raspberry in return. They both laughed at one another... They were sitting at Stan’s breakfast bar drinking coffee. Denise had brought in some cereal, and they were both eating a bowlful. Last night had been, well, tiring for Stan, but enormous fun and yet deeply emotional, too. Denise had been hurting, and Stan had done his best to relieve that hurt. He grinned. He thought he’d relieved it multiple. She smiled and said, "Come on. I'll get you started. This is a lot easier than it looks once you learn to watch where you're walking."Then she looked down and said, "I like your uniform. Why bother?"I chuckled and responded, "I was thinking the same thing. I actually think I'd enjoy being naked in here." It isn't even unlikely. A lot of us end up that way by the end of the evening. If our mothers could see us now! Oh the shame of it!"I laughed and changed the subject just a little. "I've been. My prayers were answered! The two girls were walking down our aisle. With my head lowered as if scrutinising the contents of my cart, I lifted my eyes and gazed at the blonde's long, shapely legs. She stood, tall and straight, her feet together as she stopped beside us. Her calves touched, her knees touched, and the tops of her thighs kissed each other. "We're in your way aren't we?" I looked up into her eyes and smiled at her. She smiled back. Her skin was flawless, her lips full and her blue. *Note this is my own story* You may share it, but cannot claim it or reproduce it on another site, blog, or such. Doing so shall be considered plagiarism.I am just finished with my shower, the steam still evident in the mirror. Slipping on a pair of well fit jeans, I hear a knocking on my door. Padding from the bathroom hallway across the hardwood of my floor, faint tracks from my still damp feet leading a path through the front room. Opening the door I find you standing there, dusk not quite.