this is a true story. see [this post](https://www.reddit.com/r/nooneisnotaword/comments/7h58ku/archive/) for background (“shy guy series”). PMs welcome.
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SG texts me as I’m about to pull out of the parking lot at work on Friday. I haven’t planned to go out, but I haven’t any other plans, either. I tell him to expect me in a couple of hours, and then run a few errands before going home for a shower. While letting my hair dry, I experiment with positions for a photo I want to post later.
I pick a floor-length dress that’s little too small in the top. No bra, no panties. High-heeled Timberland boots in black, my favorites. My long coat keeps me decent until I get there.
I buzz in at his condo. He responds much faster this time than he did the first; I imagine he’s having fewer second thoughts, having been between my legs before.
He lets me into the apartment in the same way he did the first, hidden behind the door at first until I step inside. We say hello and I sit to unlace my boots. Before I’m finished, he goes into the bedroom and sits on the bed, watching me and waiting for me to join him. It’s not presumptuous, given our arrangement, but it still gives me a thrill because it’s such a stark reminder that this is all I’m here for.