It is so upsetting when you want to watch something on TV and the damn thing doesn’t give you an image. I just wanted to check on the weather report so to know if the temperatures would be nice to go out and enjoy nudity in some public places, yet no signal at all.
So I called my cable company and they told me the technician was in the area, so he should be by my place in just under one hour.
After waiting for more than three hours the bell ringed at my door and, with a quick glance through the windows, I realized the cable guy was here, so I rushed to open the door and let him in.
I didn’t realize at that moment that I was naked -as I normally am when at home- so opened the door with a smile in my face and say “Hi” to the cable guy.
He looked at me with surprise and I could tell he was shocked and didn’t know what to say or do next. I suppose his typical salute to a customer must have flown to the darkest corner of his mind.
His surprised eyes allowed me to realize the situation and -after a lightning thinking- I decided to keep things that way and see what happened next.
“I…I…I come to see the cable”
“Yes, I was waiting for you…come on in please, I don’t know what happened but I don’t have a signal in my TV set”
“But you…I mean…you know…”
“Oh yes…I’m naturist, so I’m always nude…don’t worry about that, here, let me show you where the TV set is”
I decided not to give him the courtesy of choosing if he preferred for me to be with clothing, as it suppose to be done when a naturist person is in the same room with someone who is not and feels uncomfortable. I wanted to see what happened next.
So this cable guy, a chap in his fifties with a notorious overweight problem, stepped inside my place and, while carrying a basic set of tools, proceeded to follow me to the living room where the TV set was waiting.
It was clear the guy wasn’t gay or bi, but a straight folk that was doing his job and found himself in a complicated situation; still, I decided to have some fun and just walked in front of him making sure my butt was higher than normal and my buns were moving up and down as a woman knows how to do.
When we reached the TV set I turned around and face him and I saw this poor guy was sweating like a pig, and that wasn’t for the temperature since I keep it in 70 degrees inside.
He quickly went to check on the TV and found it was just a misconnection from the wall, so fixed it in a flash and the image returned to the screen. He then quickly put his tools back in place and stood to leave.
“Thank you so much! I didn’t know it was such a small thing or I would have fixed it myself, do you want a soda?”
“No thanks, I have to go now…you know…many calls today”
“So how much do I owe you for your services?”
“Don’t worry, it’s nothing, it’s all covered in your contract”
“Well, thank you so much again!”
He started to walk in the direction of the door and didn’t wait for me to open it; he just helped himself out and quickly boarded his van and drove away.
I waited by the door until the vehicle disappear around the corner and then got inside, closed the door and couldn’t help a burst of laughter…I can be such a bad guy sometimes!