Tracy heads to the Grand Plaza

Tracy was excited at the prospect at being able to see the Grand Plaza in person. He sat alone at one of the little guest stations dotted around the paths where one of the staff would drive by with a little cart. There he would be picked up and then dropped off to another station without having to walk the entire way. He was thankful for that since his legs still burned a bit from walking in his heels.

“Not my heels...” he told himself as the thought crossed his mind.

He still couldn't understand what had happened back at that med center. The dress he could kind of justify seeing how it would be a shame to hide his legs in a pair of pants so the woman must have givin him what was available to facilitate that. Maybe the bra was the best she could come up with on short notice to deal with his swollen chest? It did seem to help with the discomfort...apparently. The heels, though? There is no excusing that. He was a man, after all, and it wasn't like she could have not realized the obvious truth. Tracy dashed the thought out of his head, crossing his smooth legs as a gentle breeze played with his flirty skirt. He **** his thoughts to, instead, become swept up by all the potential events and adventures he could experience since he had access to the Grand Plaza.

It was a couple minutes later when a cart pulled up, tugging a large passenger cart behind it. A handful of people were dropped off and Tracy soon climbed aboard. It was neat seeing the so many people having fun or just relaxing. The next pick up/drop off point had guests pile in, one of which caught his eye.

She was, in Tracy's opinion, stunning. She sashayed over, her eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, and came right over to him. His heart was in his throat as she smiled at him brightly.

“Is this seat taken?” she asked.

Tracy shook his head, unable to find the words. She thank him and sat down next to him, pulling the skirt of her sundress under her as she did. They sat in silence, Tracy nervous at being this close to someone this attractive.

“Lovely day isn't it?”

Tracy grinned and nodded, still befuddled by her beauty.

“So, where are you headed?” Tracy started to sense her unease.

Not wanting to blow this interaction, he gathered himself up and found his voice. “I'm headed to the Grand Plaza. How about yourself?”

She seemed pleasantly surprised,” Me, too. It's just an amazing time, isn't it?”

“I do hope it is.”

“Oh, is this your first time going?” she crossed her legs, mirroring Tracy's.

Tracy couldn't help but notice them as they settled into position. Is own eyes drifted back to his own and a wave of contentment washed over him, noticing how similar their legs looked.

“No wonder my legs are made for skirts, they are gorgeous this way,” he though as he absentmindedly stroked his knee.

Pulling himself away from how his own legs were arousing him, he answered. “It is I...won a contest,” he lied.

“Oh, you are going to love it. I used to come every year with my ex-boyfriend but we broke up last month,” he said, her ton light.

“Oh, I sorry to hear that.”

“Don't be. It wasn't working and I'm moving on. If you meet any good men, let me know,” she said with a wink.

Tracy smiled wide at what he falsely assumed was flirting, “Oh I can do that...”

“Barbra. What's your name?” she asked extending her hand.

“Tracy.”

He shook her hand and they continued to share small talk. As the spoken, Tracy unconsciously mirrored her posture and how she held her hand in her lap, being rewarded with that calming feeling. They really seemed to hit it off and Tracy was even beginning that he might have a chance with her.

As they started to part ways at the Plaza, Tracy found his courage. “Barbara, would you like to get drink?”

“How, sure thing. How about an hour from now and I'll meet you at the bar?”

“Sound great, see you soon” he beamed.

She gave him a delicate wave and he waved back in turn before setting off to find his new room.