The Driver
I am a Refuse Removal Technician or, more commonly, a garbage man. Really, garbage men are athletes they send in at the end of an already-decided athletic event. Me, I work against the clock to keep customers happy. Want to get someone upset? Just don't pick up their refuse after a week. I drive alone and use a lifting apparatus to put customers' refuse into my truck. Not terribly exciting, but it pays the bills and has its good moments.
Like just before sunrise, when the sky just begins to lighten from the sun's approach. I love to sit with a cup of coffee and watch the sky turn from black to a beautiful dawn blue. It's very relaxing and readies me for the long day. Another good moment is when I see into the homes of folks getting ready for work in the morning. You never know what you might see. I use those seconds during the actual dumping of the refuse to pry into their homes. I am a total voyeur, and the fulfillment of my voyeuristic fantasies is one reason I love my job.
The Woman
I get up early in the morning and keep active to keep up with house work, prepare for meals and the like. I like to sleep in the nude and often go about the house that way when I get up in the morning. It feels liberating and, sometimes, excites me a bit.
Wednesday morning is trash day. Hubby puts the trash out Tuesday nights so it is ready first thing in the morning. You see, we are near the beginning of the route. Not long after six the truck arrives. We have a bay window at the front of our home that opens from the street through the dining room and into the kitchen. The window has Venetian blinds that we keep open just a bit.
From a window in another room, I noticed last Wednesday that the trash truck driver got out of his truck to fiddle with our cans even though there didn't seem to be anything wrong. When he got out of the truck, he spent a few moments looking into our dining room window from the sidewalk, then moved on. It suddenly dawned on me that he may have seen something through the blinds before. The thought scared me for a moment, and then it titillated my exhibitionistic nature. What has he seen? What does he want to see? What would he do if he saw it?
To get answers to these and other questions, I decided to call a man I know who is a dedicated voyeur and exhibitionist, a friend I met online a few years ago (that's another story). I knew he'd have some good ideas.
The Friend
She rarely calls, but I'm always glad to hear from her. She is my online and phone buddy, but we have never met in person. We share intimate moments online and on the telephone, and frequently talk about our sexual interests and activities. This day, I got a surprise. She told me she thinks her garbage man saw her naked her through the blinds. She said she saw him get out of his truck (very unusual for a driver of an automated refuse truck) and adjust the garbage cans and look into her dining room window. She thought she might have been seen before.
She wanted some advice about flashing, a subject in which I am well versed, both in fantasy and reality. We talked regularly about our flashing. She told me about flashing truckers with her skirt hiked up while driving down the freeway (which I love to hear about). I told her about flashing in hotel windows and other flashing adventures I've had, and it always turned me on to share them with her. Her mere mention of her recent experience made me drippy.
I told her she should open the blinds just a bit and wear stockings and sheer panties and bra next Wednesday. It would surely make her feel sexy and get her admirer's attention. I figured what happened next would be up to her, but I couldn't wait to find out what happened.
The Woman
I got up a little early on the next trash day. Hubby had already left and I took my time. I followed my friend's advice. After I showered, I put on sexy French cut black panties, thigh high stockings and a sheer black bra that accented my already ample breasts. It was almost time for the trash pick up. I went to the dining room and opened the blinds a little more than usual.
Yesterday morning I went out to the street and looked into the house and experimented with various lighting. I didn't want to be overt, but I did want be seen. I left the hallway light on that shines into the dining room. I left the kitchen was dark, but I was going to use the light from the open refrigerator as an attention getter.
I heard the truck making its way to our house. I found myself getting butterflies and I almost chickened out. I slid my fingers down my tummy and under the waistband of my panties and down to my mound and found I was wet with anticipation. I massaged my love button and pussy lips, spreading the wetness into the folds. My nipples were hard and showed up well in the bra. With my other hand I gave them the attention they craved. I heard the truck next door. When I heard him finish there, I went to the refrigerator and opened the door and waited. I traced small, light circles on my tummy with my fingers and got goose bumps from the cool air. Here he comes!
The Driver
I watched the sun peek over the horizon, drained the last drop of coffee from the cup and fired up the Mack's engine. I coasted downhill to the first house of the day, watched carefully in the alignment mirror, stopped perfectly even with the can, hit the actuator and whoosh, up and away it went. In the few intervening seconds, I looked into the hallway window of the dark house. Nothing there.
On I went for about 10 minutes and all the houses so far were dark or uninteresting. I got to my first interesting target of the day, a home with a light on in the hallway with a straight shot into the bedroom in the rear. Unfortunately, the view of the hairy back of the male owner of the house made me cringe and I continued on. Two homes later, I came to a window where I had seen some action before. I never saw much, just something moving behind the half-closed blinds.
I hit the actuator and looked in. The blinds were open a bit more than usual. A dim light was on in the kitchen and I could see someone there. I couldn't see well so I got out of the truck and pretended to adjust the cans. I turned toward the window and looked in again.
I could just make her out. It looked like she was standing in front of the refrigerator and the light cast a glow on her beautiful pale white skin. I stared a bit longer and I could make out that she had on thigh high stockings, black panties and a black bra that held nice, big tits. She closed the refrigerator door and walked toward me into the dining room.
A light from the adjoining hallway illuminated her as she strolled through the dining room. She had pinned-up red hair. She had a very sexy curvy shape and she was making circles on her tummy with her fingers as she walked toward me. She hesitated a moment. It seemed like she looked right at me, but I wasn't sure. She continued to walk out of the room and out of sight. I stood there for a moment and decided to move on.
The show was enough to give me good wood and I vowed to keep an eye on that house next week. My imagination turned to fantasy and I masturbated twice that day thinking about the event and what it might lead to next week.
The Woman
Oh God, I'm sure he saw me! It was delicious. It made me tingle. I was so excited I went right to the bedroom and got my favorite vibrator. I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself. The wet spot in my crotch had spread to cover my entire pussy. I pulled down my panties and I was literally dripping. I pulled my bra away from my tits, spread my legs, threw my hips forward and slowly inserted the vibrator into my cunt. My whole body trembled as I played with my tits and fucked myself with the vibrator, watching myself in the mirror the whole time.
I imagined doing this in front of a man, but I couldn't see his face. My body convulsed as the orgasm began. The warmth spread from my pelvis quickly through my entire body. I continued to use the vibrator for a few moments, moving from clit to cunt to that sublimely sensitive area between my cunt and ass. I looked down. There was a dark wet spot on the carpet beneath me. I was so sensitive I had to withdraw the humming fake phallus. I collapsed onto a chair and gathered myself. It was the best self stimulation and masturbation I had ever experienced. I wanted to do it again. I had to make plans for next Wednesday.
