Janice's Naked Journal

** All characters mentioned or named in this story are 18+ years old. **

Sunday, June 15, (not the actual date to protect the guilty - me)

Hi, my readers and fans! More reality today.

After last Sunday, the Walmart trip, I haven't lost the urge for more naked research. So, another bit of reality.

I thought of a few ideas during the week, adding them to a list. It had to involve a drive longer or more challenging than the Walmart drive. I had to pick a place I know well where I could kinda guess how many will see me. This time I had to spend time outside of my car. And most important, I had to have that really exciting trapped feeling.

I put a mark by three different ideas. Most my ideas were more ambitious, way more ambitious than I'm ready to tackle. Okay, this wasn't a sexy idea, but it fit. I decided on getting an oil change for my car. It's about due for one.

I checked to make sure my usual place was open on a Sunday morning, sure that it would be. But I'm double checking everything on this naked research trip. I grab my bag and step out my door. At the end of the shared sidewalk, I looked up and down the main walkway. Not seeing or hearing anyone, I made a dash to the parking area, to my car. Unlocking it with my clicker as I approached, I was quickly wearing my car.

The quickie oil change place I use is just four blocks past the Walmart, on the other side of the four lane El Camino Boulevard the Walmart faces. At the exit from the parking area, a right turn takes me to the back roads route. But, I turned left, only a little over a long curvy block to the light at the Boulevard. A right turn onto the Boulevard, I stayed in the right lane. Cars beside me would see less of me, especially stopped beside a car at a light.

I didn't change lanes until I reached Walmart, after being stopped at the Walmart entrance light, I changed to the left lane. It was just a few blocks to the left turn lane for the oil change place. When traffic was clear, I made my left turn onto a side street. Their entrance was another left to enter the back of the building.

The shop has two bays. Bay number one was closest to the waiting area, but there was a car waiting to enter after the car in the bay leaves. Bay number two had a car in it, but I'd be next. My last calm moment, though my heart was kinda pounding a bit in anticipation, I pulled up to Bay number two. I thought "Okay, here goes."

Each bay has two guys. My window down, one guy came up to my car and scanned the bar code on the windshield sticker from my last visit. Then he noticed me, looking in my window he was getting the full naked view. I smiled with pleading eyes, "I hope this is okay? I'm doing a dare?"

He smiled, "Let me check with my boss." He went to the other, bigger guy in the bay, talking, showing him I'm a regular customer, and pointing at me with a grin. While they talked two more cars pulled in behind me, and another for bay number one. That was the moment I got what I wanted. I was trapped. The bigger guy raised his arms, like he was surrendering to the situation. He smiled and nodded his head.

The younger thin guy came back with his scanner, head practically in my window, entering the mileage, "Ms. Butler? Oil and filter today?"

I nodded, "That should do it for today."

He looked at notes, then back in my window, "You're due for an air filter and tire rotation. Can we take care of that for you today?"

Ordinarily I would have stretched that out to the next visit, but I need to accommodate them so they do the same for me. He could have sold me new tires today, sitting in my car naked. I smiled, "Yeah, let's take care of that." Another ding on the budget this month. Oh well.

He smiled, "Should have you pulling in, maybe five minutes."

I smiled, "Thank you so much for accommodating me. I really appreciate it."

He nodded, pulled his head out, and headed to the first car behind me. I patiently awaited the big moment ahead, the five minutes felt like thirty. After the car in front left the bay, the bigger guy directed me as I pulled forward.

Here it comes, my heart was pounding now, and yeah excited and kinda aroused, the thinner guy opened my door for me to get out of the car. I was standing totally barefoot naked in front of the crew of four, and the drivers of the four cars waiting. I was directed to go around the back of the other car, then into the little waiting room as usual. There was one older guy sitting in one of those plastic bucket seats, three on a rail. I took an end seat on the other identical three seats on a rail. "I smiled, "It's a dare."

He couldn't take his eyes off me, chuckling, "Youngsters these days." The seat was cold, but just his constant gaze looking at me, kept me warm. My heart pounding and nerves kept me warm. His car was ready a few minutes later, a different guy from the crew ran his card and printed his receipt and inspection report. He was out the door.

It wasn't two minutes later, a guy, very well dressed, maybe in his mid-30's joined me in the waiting room. He chose a seat at a polite distance from me, "Sorry. I just gotta ask?"

I smiled, "It's a dare."

He smiled, kinda snickering, "I get it. My lucky day." He paused for courage, "Not to be impolite or anything, don't sue me, you are a gorgeous young woman."

I probably blushed all over, "Thank you. You're so kind."

I wasn't expecting his next question, "Single by chance?"

Sitting there naked, I probably should've lied and told him about a 300+ pound boyfriend. But no, I replied, "Yeah."

He started telling me all about himself. He was entertaining, doing about all the talking, and time passed faster listening to him. I was glad for that. My mind was focused on my naked situation, but I still paid attention to most what he said. The ten minute or more wait, naked in the waiting room was a much better experience with him. Not that it in any way felt normal. The thinner guy came in, "Everything passed on your inspection Ms. Butler. It's $217 for today."

I handed him my debit card. After inserting it in his scanner, I entered my pin number. My receipt and inspection report printed out. As I was putting my card away, the guy I was waiting with, handed me a business card, "Love to get to know you. Even if just coffee, a lunch, whatever would be comfortable. You have my cell number. You can look me up on the web. Call or text if I have a chance, any chance at all."

I smiled standing up, "I just might." Okay, he's probably eight, maybe nine years older than me, but so nicely dressed, obviously fit, tall and distinguished looking. I put his card in my bag, then followed the thinner guy back to my car. I saw one new car in line, a new driver seeing me naked. I guessed, in all, six customers and the crew of four saw me totally naked. More than last week, but better planning, and a nice crew, this surprisingly ended up being more comfortable than that Walmart trip. Maybe I'm just getting more comfortable, or better planning made a difference, or both.

I pulled out of the bay to the exit straight onto the Boulevard. I had more determination to just do as I normally would, even though I was naked. I quickly changed to the left lane, let those in the right lane see what they see. I was enjoying my drive. And after parking, I just got out of my car and headed to the main walkway. No running, no mad dash, I just walked to my door and let myself in.

I grabbed my tablet, a bottle of water, and headed out to the covered porch. I had a thought. I headed to the privacy fence gate that faces landscaping and the parking lot, the sidewalk and street in the distance. I opened it and latched it back against the fence. I had a big 36 inch gap in my privacy fence, and for now, I like it.

I sat at my table on the covered patio looking out the opening, then started jotting down notes about my adventure before turning it into my journal entry for the day. I took out the business card and looked up the guy on the internet, wondering what the term 'Esquire' behind his name meant. He's a lawyer, with a firm, his name among three others in the title. The pics of the offices and others in the firm were impressive. I decided to keep his card. I may need a lawyer one day.

I did more searches finding pages about him winning cases, criminal cases, and receiving awards. I started writing this piece, working my way through my notes, getting to my exiting the Bay at the oil change place, then switched back to his bio page on the legal firm's website. I haven't been on a date since my work accident, like three years, three long years.

I thought, I'd take a shot and sent him a long text:

'Hi Brian, Sitting naked in the waiting area was so much more comfortable with you there. Thank you so very much. I know I didn't speak much. I don't. Speaking is difficult for me, so you know, even more so on a phone. I write, as it allows me to gather my thoughts, organize my words. An accident awhile back, with a concussion and TBI, mini strokes from when one of my jugular veins was blocked. I have memory issues and verbal communication difficulties. I'm on disability. Now that that's out in the open, and you've probably lost interest in me, well - if you're still interested? Dinner at my place, my comfortable but extremely humble home? - Janice'

I clicked 'Send.'

Then I got started on weekend house cleaning and other normal stuff. I had a fun old movie on the TV, one of the 'Fast and Furious' movies. My phone rang. I figured it was probably mom, she often calls on late Sunday afternoons. But no, it was him. I answered, "Hi?"

Brian replied, "You are such and intriguing young woman. I'm truly sorry for your accident. I couldn't tell anything, sitting and talking with you."

I replied, "Yeah, practiced replies. I get by."

He continued, "I mean not now, on the phone, but I want to know more about you. I'd love to take you out for a dinner?"

I replied, after making him wait a few seconds, thinking, "See, ahhh, there's less pressure at home. It's not much..."

Brian interrupted softly, "Oh, I get it. I didn't want you to go through the trouble of cooking for someone you don't know. I'd love to accept your invitation. When were you thinking?"

I thought a bit, "Thursday. Would Thursday be okay?"

Brian replied, "That sounds great. I'm planning on Thursday, dinner with you. I look forward to it."

I replied, softly, "Me too. I'll text my address."

He added, "Let me know what I can bring?"

We talked a bit longer. He couldn't see my grin after we hung up, This was a great Sunday. The oil change adventure was more exposing, more fun, but not nearly as scary as the Walmart run. And I have a date.

Then my phone rang again. I thought he forgot to say something, or, so I just picked it up, "Hi?"

It was the thinner guy from the oil change place, "Is this Janice? I had my head in your car window today?"

I replied, "I remember you. Did I leave something behind?"

He chuckled, then replied, "Ohh, no. Ahhh. I," He paused," You're so beautiful, and I wondered if you'd be interested in maybe dinner one day, or something?"

Getting my words together, "Thank you. You're so kind to say that." I paused, "But, I have a boyfriend." We talked a little longer, but he understood. I guess that's one other thing I learned on my naked research trip, I hadn't thought of for stories, every 'single' guy I come in contact with finds a way to try and pick me up.

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Okay my readers, I'm going to take a little break from the naked journal story, maybe a post now and then. I want to continue my 'IRL' in real life, 'naked research' totally addictive naked adventures. And post about them, good or bad.

>> Any naked exhibitionist suggestions I can add to my list? Ideas anyone? Comment below. <<

I also have other first draft versions of stories I've written the last three years or so. They need refinement and editing. I want to spend time on them and look forward to posting different types of my naked fantasies.

Thanks for reading everyone. Love my readers and fans -- Janice