I rushed home from work on one of my longest Fridays of the year for a date with Chloe. She had been sending me flirtatious messages all day from the pool and the last few hours of my day-shift job had felt like torture. We were in the middle of a heat wave and I still fevered for her touch.
I showered and changed and still managed to get to her apartment in record time.
“Hi baby!” she yelled through her broad animalistic smile as she threw her arms around me at the door. “Come on in, I’m just finishing getting ready.”
She kissed me with both hands holding the back of my head. Her honeyed hair hit my nose before her deep perfume.
“I’m not sure about this dress, it doesn’t even come close to fitting me but it’s just too hot out. I was dying at the pool today.”
The tiny burgundy floral dress hugged her slight hips and waist correctly but was far too small for her breasts. Delicate cotton straps strained to hold their stitching as she spilled out over the top and sides of the dress. I couldn’t fucking believe it as she turned and led me into her room. I could see almost all of her long, skinny legs as they told her story walking.