Just Long Enough

Garretha is awakened by her own snoring. There's drool running down her left cheek. "What time is it?" She wonders. The clock on the microwave, shows 3:54. "Wow! I got a good nap." She gets up and yawns while stretching. Her instinct is to scratch balls on the way to the bathroom but her reach comes up empty. "Oh what was I thinking?" She wonders taking a seat. "I need a shower." She concludes.

"Ahh this is waking me up." as the warm water trickles down her body finding all the right places. She can't help parting her lips with an exploring finger. "Ohhhh, yes." Before the shower is over, she has pleasured herself past another climax!

Upon drying she finds her way into the white panty and the brand new black sweat catcher. (To the unknowing, that's a bra.) Her previously worn under clothes are now soiled. Garretha plugs one of the bathroom sinks and runs some water before adding some liquid laundry detergent and the dirty undies.

Back into the white dress and heels. "It might be a fashion faux pas to wear the black bra under the white dress but what man is going to care about that?" She decides that her hair and make up could use some attention but she has neither the tools, supplies nor the know how to accomplish that feat. First stop, a salon.

The lady at the salon explained that Saturday afternoons are booked solid. "What services are you needing?" Garretha answers, "My hair and make up need a little touch up." "Sure. If you can wait a while, I can fit you in after the appointment ladies." The stylist offered. "Ok." Garretha agreed and sat down picking up a magazine. "Cosmopolitan." It is. She found that she paged through it rather quickly. She's doing a pretty good job of being a weekend woman and though some things in the mag caught her eye, she's just not that interested in all of that stuff yet. Sports Illustrated might have had something in it that she could stand to read and hey, where are the 'Playgirl' mags? Since none of those were readily available in this place, she just stared into space when not observing the other women. "Why does the aroma in a salon always make me think, dirty diapers?" She wonders.

"Ok Garretha, let's get you fixed up. You're so pretty, this won't take long." The stylist complimented. "Thank you!" Garretha responded. "I'm going to do this quickly so please help me out by holding this hand towel on your face so I don't spray anything in your face. Also, it'll help you to not inhale anything. Thanks." Then she went to work, brushing, squirting, curling ironing and spraying. After about five minutes she held up a hand mirror for Garretha's approval. "Good." She said. "Now for your make up. Do you prefer any specific colors?" She asked. "No just use what you would use if this was date night." Garretha replies. "Ok, just sit still with your eyes closed." She instructed. After various make up brushes and pencils were used for about four and a half minutes. "You can open your eyes now." The stylist said. "Wow!" Garretha reached into her purse and handed the lady a $50. They thanked each other and Garretha walked out.

Off to the bar at the Downtowner Hotel.