After waiting for over a year, my divorce was finally FINAL and I could move on with my life. A little over a year ago I found out that my asshole husband was screwing one of my friends. Now I wanted a complete break from my old life. I sold the trophy house in the suburbs, bought a new car, shopped for a new wardrobe and got a face lift.
My face lift went great and I looked like I was 35 years old again. Not a wrinkle on my face. I also had some liposuction done and a tummy tuck. "Wow," I said to myself; looking into the mirror, there I was with nice 36-inch "D" cup breasts, a 28-inch waist and a great ass. I was a "TEN" again or at least a "Nine".
The big house in the suburbs had been sold for a hefty price and I was happy to be moving to a small cottage which had been renovated. It wasn't cheap, but it was just the right-sized house for a single gal. I was thrilled to be back in the city. I was back in Seattle where I had so many happy memories of my single days. My cottage had views of Elliot Bay and the snow-covered Olympic mountain range. This was what I had always wanted.
The logistics of getting my stuff from house A to house B was a headache. I only had a few days to move and, seeing that I never planned ahead, I could not find a moving company. Everyone was already booked, and I had to get the place emptied out. I didn't have anyone to pack and move my belongings. Fortunately, my realtor suggested I do it myself by renting a truck and getting three or four day workers. She said that they usually could be found waiting for work next to the Home Depot.
I lucked out and found a large rental truck, and as I pulled up to where the day workers waited, I swear, 80 men rushed up to me begging for a job. Instead of just picking four men at random, I eyed them and carefully picked four young (mid to late twenties) Hispanic men who were shouting at me and pointing to each other. I chose them because they looked like they would have no problem lifting my heavy furniture and getting the move done quickly. Then I negotiated a $10 an hour fee.
The workers got into a rickety 1980 Chevrolet and followed me in my rented truck. When we got to the old home, it was about nine AM and the weather forecast was for an unusually hot day (for Seattle). I told the guys how I wanted everything packed in the boxes, which I had bought at the local Shurguard. The house was getting very hot so I grabbed some cooler clothes and changed in the bathroom. I switched into a white tank top with no bra and some tight fitting shorts without really thinking how this may affect the four workers.
When I entered the room where the guys were packing, they stopped and stared at me for a few seconds with bright smiles on their faces. It had gotten hotter and hotter and my white top was dripping with perspiration, revealing my ample breasts and erect nipples. I could tell by the bulges in their jeans that they really appreciated the view. It felt good to see that my liposuction and tummy tuck had been worth the money.
The living room, dining room, kitchen, den, and spare bedroom were packed and the workers were busy packing the master bedroom, when I realized my vibrator collection was under the bed. I was so embarrassed. I said to myself, "Oh well, nothing I can do about it now. I hope they have a good laugh!"
