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He said that he is 56.  I wondered if he dyed his hair, because it was an unnatural shade of brown.

I was wearing a form fitting, short skirt and he noticed me.  He sat next to me on a filthy couch and leans in to say, “You have amazing thighs, and I’ve seen a lot of legs…”

I was very drunk, “I used to hate them.  I could never find jeans that looked good on me.  So I just stopped wearing pants…”

At this point in the conversation, I felt stupid.  I forgot to mention that he is a nudist.  All he was wearing was a pair of black reebok sneakers and socks cut mid calf.

“You should never wear pants… or any clothes. 1,000 %.”

I couldn’t tell if I was flattered.  This wasn’t the first time that someone appreciated my disproportionate lower half.  But he’s a much older man.  I thought about the appropriateness of the complement.

“Oh… thak you!”  My cheeks burned.  It was a combination of embarrassment and the 6 oz of vodka I just chugged.

Since he was naked, I kept a close eye on his dick, and watched it for changes.  It must be hard being a male nudist, with the risk of a surprise erection.  At this venue, there were several attractive and half naked girls.  One girl performed with hundred dollar bills taped to her nipples.  I waited for some kind of reaction.

It was limp and small for most of the time, but got semi hard when he went on stage to read his poem.  It was about pussy, after all.  He said he wrote it in a Starbucks.

I also noticed that there was a strand of pre cum that attached his semi flaccid dick to his thigh.  It caught the light and glistened like an icicle.

At that moment, I wondered if it would be physically possible for me to have sex with this old man.  I cringed so hard that I shivered and my arms became populated by goosebumps.

I performed a bit later.  I wondered if he would get a boner once I took my clothes off.  I presented a biology lesson about emotion dysfunction.  There were three main organs in my theory.  The brain, the heart and the pussy.  I kept my bra and underwear on.

After my performance, he told me that I did a great job.

He asked me, “Would you perform at my place?”

Drunk and full of adrenaline, I say,  “Uh… Yeah!…”

“Would you do it naked?”

The next day,  I thought about what the wise old man said to me.  “Your thighs are amazing…”

So I went to American Apparel and set out to buy shorts.  Short shorts.  I picked out an armful.  Waist size 26.  I used to be ashamed to shop here.  I read an article that people who shopped at a store like this are looking to get laid.  I posed in the mirror.  I looked just like the girls in the advertisements.  Crop top, high waisted.

I dropped $140 on booty shorts.