"Why did it have to rain today?" you grumble quietly.
You frown at the clouds, which don't seem to take notice of your displeasure. With your hand propped under your chin you look like a petulant child, pouting because she hasn't gotten her way.
We had plans for a picnic of sorts. A long drive, a walk through the woods, a bit of out door fucking... it seemed like a great idea at the time. Unfortunately, the weather didn't cooperate.
So there you sit, half dressed watching the rain lashing the window panes. You could almost imagine you're inside a great car wash -- some giant spraying the ways with a hose and chuckling maliciously at ruining your plans for the day.
You glance at your computer again -- only 10 minutes to go and I'll be there. You wonder what we might do instead of the picnic.
You stand in front of the mirror, admiring the lacy corset you selected. You pout and give your reflection a kiss. The corset cinches your waist, accenting your curves. Your full breasts are pushed up -- looking unusually full, almost obscenely ripe.
Your hips flare out at the bottom, the corset just resting above your hips.
"Fuck handles" you whisper to your reflection with a smirk, resting your hands on your hips.
"That's right" I say over your shoulder, startling you.
You turn with surprising quickness, a wicked smile on your face.
