Casual clothes, cute face

I’m your eyes, Andrea had the best sense of style known to man. Maybe it was just because you already thought she looked amazing, but everything she wore seemed to work. Today, she wore a dark grey undershirt that fit snugly on her fit torso and ever so slightly showed off her tits, which were the perfect size in your opinion; a full handful and the most comfortable place to rest your head, but not so much that it took away for anything else. In other words, probably somewhere between B and C cup. Over that, she wore a grey-green bomber jacket, loose and casual. On her legs, she wore black jeans that ripped on the knees and went up to her belly button, not quite meeting the bottom hem of her cropped undershirt. Not that her clothes showed it today, but you knew that her jeans housed a perfectly round ass, that might be your favorite part of her body to look at, if it weren’t for her face.

You knew you might be a little biased, but you thought that Andrea’s cute yet seductive face, with her small nose and healthy lips, her amber-brown eyes and the slit on her left eyebrow. Even her imperfections looked perfectly in place to you. Her freckles were easy to miss, and so was the faint scar on her upper lip, but you thought that they gave her look personality, not that she was starving for it. Her auburn hair, tucked into a messy bun and still covering some of the right side of her face made her instantly recognizable, at least to you.

She must’ve see you looking at her, cause she smiled and moved the hair out of her face. You found yourself smiling too. You really should’ve done something with her much sooner.

“What’s up Jack, you look to be in a much better mood than you sounded on the phone,” she inquired.

“Man, I am. It feels nice to know that I’m doing something different, even if it hasn’t started yet. It’s been so long since I’ve traveled too. It took me forever to find my- wait, where’s your suitcase?” You realized that, while you had hauled your luggage over to the building, Andrea didn’t even have a bag.

“Oh right. The promotion promised that everything would be accommodated at our room, including clothes and toiletries. You can still bring your stuff, but I’d recommend leaving most of it in your car.”

That would’ve been real nice to know before you packed, but it didn’t matter now. You had to decide though, would you deal with the hassle of traveling with your old and heavy suitcase, or would you take the risk of being left without something important?