So, the second date. You said wear a dress again so I did. But I’ve done something naughty this time. Our meeting is at a park again, middle of the day. The duck pond. I made the long drive but got off one exit early and pulled over. Put the vehicle in park and hiked my dress up. Looked at my white thighs a moment in the bright sunlight. Blinked a few moments. Am I doing this? Then, I lifted my ass and slid my panties off. Now where to put them, a dirty set of panties? Settled on my purse. I must remember to put these back on after.
You’re there before me this time as I anxiously scan for that strange car. I run a tongue over my teeth, is there any lipstick there? Did I put on enough deodorant? What do you sound like again? I’ve forgotten.
Now I’m getting into your car. It’s much more forgiving space wise in the front than my vehicle. This is our second test run so to speak. And here you are, the man I chose. “Hi,” I say, happy nauseous thrilled petrified elated. “Hey,” you say, and I read galaxies from that word and your face. Ok, I’m here. Ok, I still want to do this. Ok, guess what’s under my dress.