A contribution to this year's
750 Word Project 2023
And another entry for
Pink Orchid: Story Event for Women-Centric Erotica 2023
"Oh my God!"
"Like it?" She twirled and the short skirt spun up.
"Holy shit! Aren't you wearing--?"
"Of course I am." She flipped up the skirt, exposing a tiny G-string.
He reached out to push it down, but not before others in the parking lot caught the flash.
"You said you wanted me to show up in a bikini. That you'd love for the guys to be envious."
"But—"
"I thought a bikini was too much, but that this outfit might fulfil the second part of your fantasy." She glanced around. "Your wingmen seem to like it. Isn't that what you wanted?"
He was silent, what could he say?
As she drove, he said, "I'm sorry, baby. I overreacted. I love that you dressed so hot for me. You're just really fucking with my plans here."
"Your plans?"
"Baby, you know how much I've missed you. Also how often I was wanking off to thoughts of you."
"I do remember you saying you'd be going to the Lonely Hearts Circle Jerk after some of our calls. And that you'd like to hear about me and the other wives doing the same?"
"Circle jerks!? Look, I know I was a horndog on our calls and I'm aching for you now. But I promised myself to go slow. I missed all of you, baby, not just your body. I want to show you how much I love you and make love to you, not just jump your bones. But then you showed up looking so damned hot. I'm afraid my hormones got the best of me. I'm sorry."