I decided to stay at the boutique, rather than go all the way home before the movie. It was closer, and I didn’t need to think about an outfit or dinner. I had packed a sandwich for lunch that I never got to eat, and truth be told, I wasn’t very hungry anyway. My belly was doing flips. Oh god, the things he made me feel. I had enough make-up to freshen up, a little wine left in my mini fridge, and my music. Eight o’clock couldn’t come soon enough. “Don’t be late,” echoed in my mind. I did not want to disappoint him. I checked my texts, just to make sure there was no change in the plan, and I opened the picture again. I would need to find out who both of these women were tonight. But for now, I needed to get ready.
There was no way I would ride the T with no undies on, but I did remove my bra. I tucked it into a side drawer at the shop. I decided I would stuff my panties into my purse once I got there. I could change in the bathroom. I was shivering again with excitement, and rather than wait around, I decided to leave so that I might even be early.
I rode the T with an arousal that I worried people could visibly see. But as I rode, I realized people were too caught up in their own lives, their own drama, to be concerned with mine. A few men kept their gazes on me a little longer than comfortable, and I prayed my nipples could not be seen under my thin black dress. The AC made them hard. Thinking about him made them even harder, who was I (more…)