You felt the excitement since the moment you woke up. You barely slept with the anticipation of going out with your friends like we used to before the world stood still for two years. This was a breath of fresh air, getting back to normal. You text your friends that you’ll see them at 7PM at the club to celebrate your 25th birthday!
Fresh out of the shower, you finish putting on your makeup and doing your hair. Your body is just screaming in excitement, which quickly turns into panic as you look at the clock. “Holy shit it’s 6! I need to get dressed!” You throw your phone on the bed and swing open your closet. Time is running out! You pick the silky black dress with the short skirt. Can’t go wrong!
You stand in front of the mirror and slowly drop your towel to the floor. You glance at yourself for a moment, admiring your hair, your curves, your skin tone, the way light bounces off your breasts looks like they’re glowing. You let out a sigh as you move your hands over your ass, thinking, “25 years old. Still young. Still hot”. You’re getting a little flushed. With the back of your hand, you gently caress the top of your freshly waxed pussy, checking for any stubble, taking pride in how silky soft it is just like your dress. Your dress! You need to get ready! You glance at the clock and snap back to reality.