Every Year

"Look, I'm sorry," I stammered, "I hope you don't mind but can I wait a couple of minutes? Those two men who just left, they wolf-whistled at me, I'm a bit scared to leave right now. Could I wait here please?"

I needed to do that I needed to extend the duration of my 'being' a woman. Maybe I could just hand around for two or three minutes before going home, before having to become 'Benjamin' again.

The request somewhat floored him. I didn't think he would mind me staying but he was surprised I had actually volunteered.

"Well I am not surprised they whistled at such an attractive woman. Sure you can stay but I have to shut up the shop. How about coming through into the back?"

That I had not expected. He opened a door behind the counter to let me through into a small sitting room. I went in, hesitant but excited. He left me briefly to lock the main door - it was that which worried me, I couldn't get out. But the thrill overcame the worry.

I sat at a small table on a highish chair. As I did so I automatically crossed my legs and was rewarded with the double thrill - the sensuous feeling as my stocking-clad legs slid smoothly across each other, and the delight as my coat opened to reveal my legs, in that extremely short skirt, the hem rose to reveal my thighs.

He noticed too!

"Don't worry, you will be all right here. Can I get you a drink maybe?"

"Er - thank you," I smiled.

"A gin and tonic?"

I had drunk one, my first, at home in the living room the previous night. I liked it. OK, I shouldn't, but what else should I not be doing? Sitting there looking like that, that's for sure.

He got me a drink from the small cabinet in the corner. I took it and sipped, then asked "Do you mind if I have a cigarette?"

"No problem," he said, obviously pleased that I had to an extent settled.

I opened the pack carefully with my long nails and lit the long thin cigarette, relaxing just a little.