Prepare

I look at the time, realizing I have to work quickly if I'm going to be ready for Nick to arrive. I work quickly, making sure everything is set up just right. A salad to start with, followed by steaks and baked potatoes. At least the desert should be easy, right?

I quickly go over what indigents I need before, open the fridge, and realize I don't have everything I need. I make a list of things I need on my phone (steaks, sour cream, new greens).

I place my phone into my purse and rush out the door. Remembering the problems with the lift before, I quickly run down the stairs. I watch as several people stare up my skirt, giving them a clear view of my nether bits, and heat builds within me. I resist the urge to move my skirt in an attempt to cover and race down the stairs to the parking garage, getting to my car.

It's a dark blue S200. I've had it for years, but it served me well and I've taken good care of it. I quickly get to the local mart and start looking for products. Once I get to the shopping center and get out, the spring air is swift, blowing my skirt up on more than one occasion as I make my way inside. I try and first to keep my skirt from flying say so feely, but soon give up when the attempt proves fruitless. It doesn't keep the mic of it moving and decide to let the wind blow it as it may.

Once inside, I quickly have problems finding what I need, finding the new last hard to understand. I spot one of the crew members, 19 or 20 in age, who is sweeping the floor. He's quite attractive looking, freckled fair, and has short red hair and all. I wonder if I should ask him for help. Would he know? I feel desire stir within me, pushing me onward with lewd thoughts flowing around in my head.