Saturday Night


I flirted and teased but shimmied away. I lazily applied my lipgloss, the one with the long applicator, slowly sliding it over my lips, making them wet and shiny and slippery. I ran my hands through my long hair, attempting to untangle the knots with my fingers. I met your stare and gave you a smile that showed so much promise. I took another sip of my drink and re-crossed my legs slowly. I adjusted my breasts and tugged at my panties. I bit my lower lip and looked at you with heavy lidded eyes. I touched you lightly with the very tips of my fingers and let them linger a beat too long. I let you shine and flattered you in front of your friends. I smiled at your story but whispered "take me home" in your ear.