It's a hot night. The summer makes it hard not to sweat even when you're just sitting in the shade. At work, while you were melting away behind the counter, dying for your shift to end all you could think of was sitting in your roommate's kiddie pool in the back yard.
As you were sitting there, waiting and waiting, ringing up customer after customer's delicious ice cream, a woman came into your line. As you passed the ice cream sandwiches through the sensor, you noticed distinctive green eyes. Her hair was long, thick, curly and black, skin tan. Slender, but still curvy, you couldn't help yourself pausing to obviously look her up and down. Breasts like a queen, luscious and round, they were so beautiful you couldn't help but lick your lips for want to taste them. She wore a short light colored summer dress and a smile.
"You look hot," she said to you with a smile, handing over the money.
"Yes," you replied, counting out her change.
"Here," she said, slipping you a piece of paper. "For when you're done with work."
You couldn't help the smile on your face, grinning ear-to-ear the rest of your shift. When you look at the paper later you see that it's an invite to a house party and it sounds good. Air conditioning, the invite boasts, and -you think to yourself- that sexy woman too.
You head home after your shift, hop in the shower, and pause in front of your closet. |
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What will you wear to the party tonight?
As a woman, a nice summer dress, of course.
As a guy, a nice blue shirt and a pair of shorts
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