My 82 Mazda had zero miles left in it. The body looked like it was made of Swiss cheese it had so many rust holes in it and I had to add anti-freeze to it every second day. I needed another car.
I was working in a doctor's office for a modest income from which I had to pay the rent on my apartment, groceries, clothes and the other necessities of life. With insurance premiums, gasoline and the constant need of repairs the Mazda was nickel and diming me to death.
The prospect of car payments would bury me. I had to come up with a plan. The only thing I could think of was to take in a roommate. By sharing the apartment I could save two hundred dollars a month. I put an ad up on the bulletin board in the local supermarket.
The phone rang at suppertime the next night.
"I'm calling about the apartment." The voice said, the male voice.
I hadn't even considered a roommate of the opposite sex or discussed it with my fiancé Mark. Our wedding was planned for next spring and I didn't think Mark would approve of me sharing my apartment with another fellow.
The caller introduced himself as Joe, a handyman who did work for apartment owners. Joe actually had done some work in my building. He said he ad just split with his wife and desperately needed a place to stay.
Joe sounded so pathetically depressed I foolishly invited his to come and look at the apartment. He was at my door in less than half-an-hour.
When Joe arrived and I opened the door I got a surprise, he was as black as the Ace of Spades!
He was not very tall and of a wiry build.
I invited Joe in to show him the apartment. Having worked in the building he was familiar with the layout. Mine was a two-bedroom apartment and I was using the extra bedroom as storage and sewing room.
Joe decided in minutes he wanted to move in. I thought I should get some references and check on him but he seemed so sincere I said yes.
Joe left and within the hour had retuned with his worldly goods. I suddenly had a roommate!
I helped Joe move my stuff out of the way so he could use the room.
"Where will you sleep?" I asked him.
"On the floor, I'll pick up a bed tomorrow." He said.
I talked him into sleeping on the living room couch for the night.
The following morning my clock radio wakens me out of a deep sleep at 7:30 am; time to get ready for work.
Still half asleep I wander out into the hallway on my way to the bathroom. I am still totally nude forgetting I now have a roommate. Through my bleary eyes I see Joe standing there in his boxers.
"Oh sorry!" I said trying to cover the essentials with my hands and arms.
"It's OK, if we are going to be roommates I guess I better get use to it?" he smiled.
By the look of the tent in his boxers it is going to take a lot of getting use to.
I scurried into the bathroom for privacy.
After finishing brushing my teeth and having my morning shower I checked to see the hall was clear and rushed back to my bedroom.
Casually I swung the door closed not ensuring it closed tightly and begin to get ready for work.
Actually our accidental nude encounter was a big icebreaker. After a man has seen you naked it removes a lot of the need for modesty. I really felt more at ease in his company now that he had seen everything.
In a way it was like with my fiancé Mark. He had seen me naked many times and I was really comfortable being naked with Mark around. But I doubted Mark would share my view about showing my body to Joe?
I am no "Miss America"! Standing 5'7", almost as tall as Joe, I tip the scale at about one hundred and sixty pounds, a good twenty pounds on the "cuddly" side. My breasts are 38D and I have a large ass and a bit of a stomach but a pretty face and alluring auburn hair in a short Paige-boy. I was built for comfort, not speed.
I thought I heard Joe outside my partially open bedroom door as I sat naked in front of my dressing table mirror applying my face and fixing my hair.
I stood and deliberately faced the door as I slipped on my panties and stuffed my boobs into my bar. Then I put on my white polyester smock and pulled up the zipper front.
"I'll be home about 5:30." I said to Joe on my way out. I had given his the spare set of keys and told him to make himself at home.
All day at work I couldn't get our chance encounter in the hallway out of my mind. Joe had seen me completely naked and it had not bothered me. Some sort of an instant bond had formed between us.
