I opened the fridge to get the milk out and I realized I'm out of milk. "Damn, I need to run to the store and grab some before I head to work!" So I scurried to the bedroom, take the damp towel wrapped around my moist skin and let it unravel onto the floor, slipped on a short skirt, bra and a blouse and buttoned it up. "Ooohh, underwear...gotta have that!" I went into my drawer to pick out panties and I forgot it's laundry day! "Fuck! Shit!...I guess no underwear to work today. I guess that will be my excitement for the day."
I dried my hair quickly, applied makeup, slipped into mu high heels and grabbed my purse and out the door she goes. I walked fast, two block down, one block to the right to the grocery store and was praying that the wind didn't knock my skirt up for people to see. I walk in and I see Shane, the owner of the store, ringing up a customer's purchase. Shane is in his mid 50s, full head of hair, gray with a mix of brown. He is thin but toned. He always wears khakis, which are pressed and a crisp polo every day. As I walked by, I said hi to him, he looked up, smiled at me and winked, which is does to everyone.
I head to the area where the milk was, opened the door and leaned down to pick up a half gallon on the bottom shelf. As soon as I got up, I felt a draft under my short skirt and I forgot I didn't have any underwear on! "Whoops!" I said under my breathe. I looked around to see if anyone saw my jewels. "Nope, whew!" I turned around and head back to the register.