After some quick browsing, you find a short lime green skirt, orange hatler top that ties behind your neck and back, leaving most of your back exposed aside from the string and a deep cut in front to expose some cleavage. You also grab a matching red bra and thong, electing not to tease for the moment to keep yourself warmed up for tonight, with black high heeled shoes completing your ensemble.
It all fits perfectly together, and you especially like how your underwear will be showing. You purchase it, and wear it out of the store, liking the looks you're getting from the guys you pass by.
Eventually, 5:00 comes (after a brief trip home to shower and leave your other clothes behind), and you find yourself standing outside the adult shop (and getting more then one glance because of it), and Trent comes out quickly, giving you the look over and a whistle.
"Wow, Joy. I hope you didn't do this just for me..."
You bat your eyelashes. "It was no trouble. Aside, I'm not *that* easy...." The tenor of your voice leaves some doubt as to how easy you really are, and you grip his hand briefly. "So, where to?"
There's an italian sit down nearby, and the two of you walk towards it, talking about school, people you know, and your recent 18th birthday. He motions you in first, and without looking around you know he's looking at your ass and toned back in front of him, and you get a booth. He slides in next to you although not too near to you, and his eyes are often drawn to your chest, and the split in between your boobs and your bra showing through your top.
He fingers the menu. "So...what kind of wine do you like?" |