Seeing her there in that dress, I’m almost salivating. It’s the night of “Semi-Formal”, a college
sorority event that throws everyone back into the world of high school. You get a date, dress to
the nines, and get secretly wasted on your way to some event location. This time we were
headed to an art gallery in the hopes of drunkenly critiquing the budding artists of small town
Kansas. It was me, my date, and four other friends of ours. I’ve always thought I clean up well.
Not that I dress like a slob, but when you slap a suit & tie on me (and my nice black dress shoes)
I can kinda be a stud (5’7”, thick brown hair, slender/toned, sporting stubble instead of a
beard). Not to be egotistical or anything. What I wasn’t prepared for though, was how well my
date could clean up too. Sitting in the foyer of her sorority there are a hundred different girls all
dolled up strolling about, but I can’t take my eyes off the one who I knew was mine. The hottest
one at the party. Daisy. I had spent a lot of time with Daisy up to this point. She’s about 5’6”,
nice blonde hair, perky little B-cup tits, a bundle of energy, and an ass that was absolutely to die
for. However, up until this point I would’ve described her as pretty, cute, adorable, or beautiful.
But now, she was “sexy”. I couldn’t believe it. Wonderful makeup (even though she looks pretty
without any on too), straightened hair, and a dress covered in gold and purple flowers. I had
seen the dress in photos before but didn’t realize the affect it would have on me in person.
Author: HimAndHerStories
Redbone: And My Solo [F]antasy in the Shower
I close my car door and make my way towards my cabin where my 12 teenage campers are asleep. It was nice to have a night off to go into town, if only for a little bit. Being a camp counselor turned out to be no easy task. So after dealing with children all day, a large Whataburger milkshake was desperately needed. I lock my car and it replies with a single “chirp”, letting me know it’s locked up for the evening. Camp’s quiet except for the buzzing of the cicadas in the trees. A bright full moon shines in the East Texas sky, its watery reflection bouncing off of the still lake behind the cabins. The tall shortleaf and loblolly pine trees sway gently in the breeze. I pause to admire the serenity of the beautiful scene.