I'd recently taken on a foreman role for a catering company in a new area to get away from my perilous ex-girlfriend. I was initially living in a bungalow out the back of my current bosses house and was keen to get a place of my own as soon as possible.
The region of Albany was nice, however, due to the high demand for housing, I was forced to take a two-bedroom apartment in 'west Albany' which was considered 'the slums.'
It was a regional area and not your typical country town that was easy to network and make friends.
It had more of a suburban type feel and everything seemed to have an ashen gray tinge to it, even the 'blazing colors' of the fast-food outlets were dull and coated in grime.
The overall mood of the place seemed to match the ashen gray tinge of the area and was void of any kind of life or human spirit. People weren't courteous and just wandered around in a state of fear or drug-induced paranoia.
The area had a bad reputation for crime and drugs and seemed to be filled with arrogant people who had no excuse to be arrogant, considering where they lived and what they were.
I'd lived in the area for 6 months and failed to make a single friend. The only people I saw were my work colleagues who were less than desirable and my pot dealer, whom I met at a local tavern one night as I was plowing myself with drink due to the constant feeling of isolation and oppression resulting from living in west Albany.
I was taken back one afternoon on my way home from work when walking down the sidewalk of one of the many derelict neighborhoods I drove through on my way home. I saw a 5ft 6' blonde wearing the shortest red dress I'd ever seen. It wasn't tight or hugged her body, the dress was rather frilly at the ends and quite visibly displayed the girl's creamy buttocks.
Although I couldn't make out her thong from the roadside, it was obvious she was wearing one due to her buttocks being on display, either that or she wasn't wearing any underwear at all!
The busty blonde wasn't what I would describe as a 10, she was more of a 6 on the scale and was desperate for attention. Why else would she be wearing such a dress I wondered? Especially in the area of west Albany, where everyone seemed to be self-conscious and looked at the ground as they crossed paths.
I noticed a typical, west Albany loser walking towards her who seemed to move from the sidewalk and over the gutter onto the side of the road as he was approaching her, true to form of such uncivilized degenerates from around here.
I wondered if the girl felt just like I did? --- Of course she did. How could she not, living here? Her presence was a breath of fresh air. She wouldn't have looked out of place on a beach in Marseille! There, would have blended in perfectly. Here; however, She might as well have a sign hanging around her neck saying 'rape me.' She knew she was safe though, as nobody talked to each other in west Albany.
Due to the covid restrictions ending, people were no longer wearing masks, she must have felt so cooped up and frustrated during the past two years or so and was venting her sexual frustration and lack of human affection of late in her dress sense.
I read a quote recently from Eleanor Roosevelt. 'Do something that makes you afraid at least once a day,' and thought I'd take my chance.
I cut a lap around the block and pulled up to the curb and waited until she approached with google maps opened on my phone as if I were looking for directions.
I had the latest VW Jetta that had a touch of class about it, considering what most young guys my age around here drove, most of them never drove at all!
And this girl was walking, she didn't have a ride. As she walked past I wound down the window;
"Excuse me, sorry to bother you! I've just moved to the area and I'm trying to find the liquor store before it closes! I'm sick of driving around in circles."
What was the worst she was going to do? Ignore me and keep walking? Give me directions and keep walking?
Her response answered all of my earlier queries.
"Hah! That makes two of us."
She seemed really 'nice' and friendly, she was appreciating the fact, someone, anyone, had bothered to engage her, she must have felt as if people were frightened of her the way the last loser shuffled out her way and avoided her like the plague.
I then said to her ''Great minds think alike I suppose! This stupid GPS is gonna cause an accident!'' I was making out I was genuinely in a rush. Once she gave me directions, she said, ''I'd better hurry too, before it closes!''
It was then I offered her a ride. I didn't look like a serial killer, more like Freddy Prinz junior, therefore was no threat and she knew it. Even if there were an element of danger about me, it still wouldn't have bothered her. West Albany was like living in a world where you were invisible.
She jumped in the passenger seat and I marveled at her gorgeous thick thighs.
I could see the crotch of her red panties due to her dress being so short. It came up even further once she sat down and the hems got caught under her ass. She began tugging at the ends of the dress in vain, pretending to make it longer to no avail.
''Nice dress -- It's hot," I said very casually.
"You think so?" as she turned to me seeming unsure of herself. I'd instilled a sense of assurance into her regarding her outfit to which she casually said;
