Chapter 2

A surprise visit

It was now three weeks later, Tina hadn’t visited me, and I had only talked with Linda and Carl once after Linda’s visit. Carl knew about it, and he had surprised me by saying that he didn’t mind his wife visiting me, but I had to promise him that I wouldn’t do anything with her when he wasn’t around.

That last part had surprised me, but because he didn’t elaborate on it, I also hadn’t asked him about it. Nevertheless, it sure was something I had thought about a few times afterward.

For the rest, life had gone on normally, and my doorbell had stayed quiet. So, there hadn’t been anything to write about until today.

My day had progressed as usual, and it was now late in the evening, and I had just watched a movie. It had been the latest Superman movie, and while it wasn’t the best one, it still was better than a few previous superhero movies I had seen.

I was about to pick up the book I was reading when my smartphone beeped. It wasn’t the usual sound, so I decided to check it.

‘Oh! I almost forgot!’ I thought to myself when I noticed the warning on my screen. Today we had to put our trash bin out to the curb for pickup tomorrow.

It was already dark outside, so going outside wearing only my white bathrobe shouldn’t be a problem. At this hour, the chance of someone being outside was slim. And even if there was someone outside, many people wore their bathrobes at night when putting out the trash. Probably with some clothes underneath it, but who would know?

And so, wearing only this white bathrobe that reached down to my knees, I went outside through the back. All my neighbors kept the bin in the back of their gardens, and so did I. All those organic materials in it could sometimes give off a bad odor.

I had to walk through the alleyway to bring the bin to the curb at the side of our block. I noticed the others had already put theirs there, and with mine now joining them, there stood eight bins in total.

While I walked back, I enjoyed how the ground felt beneath my naked feet. Whenever I can, and this is often, I always walk barefoot around my house. I wasn’t the only one doing this, so nobody ever found this strange.

Seeing lights burning behind the windows of the other houses told me that most of them were still up. It was Friday night after all, so most of them could stay in bed a little longer tomorrow morning.

For April, it was a rather nice night; the temperature had been slowly rising during the day, and it didn’t drop much at night.

I had just walked into the alley when a thought came to mind. It was a bit of a naughty one, but I couldn’t help it. I had been on edge in the past few days, daydreaming about sexual situations that didn’t happen. I really wish more people would come to my door to see me.

I looked at the back of the houses, well, the parts of the houses that I could see. I was sure all of them were inside, and nobody was in their garden at this time. All the bins were already put out to the curb, so ... why not?

I undid the strap of my bathrobe and let it fall open. I kept walking, feeling the cool night air caress my body. It felt so nice. Sometimes, I just wish people would be allowed to walk the streets naked. It feels so much better when you don’t have to wear those stupid clothes, and it was only because society thought that it was wrong that nobody could do it. Well, nobody is exaggerating, because I knew that some people did it, mostly some beautiful women, for a website dedicated to such things.

When I reached my garden gate, I started smiling. I looked in both directions and let my robe slip off my shoulders. For a moment, I just stood there, completely naked, in the alleyway at the back of my garden. I could feel how my penis was swelling because it turned me on so much.

I suddenly heard a noise, which made me jump. I looked in both directions of the alley again, quickly picked up my robe, and dashed into my garden, closing my little garden gate behind me.

I started breathing again once I was past the barrier I had planted to keep anyone from seeing my house and my back garden.

‘Okay, this wasn’t the smartest thing I did!’ I told myself. Although I wasn’t worried, I hadn’t seen anyone, and the sound had sounded like a tree branch brushing against another one. It probably was only the wind that had caused it.

I didn’t put on my robe again and just walked to the sliding door at the back of my home. It was a nice feeling, the cool grass beneath my feet, and the wind blowing over my skin unhindered.