The day I came back from my holiday in the Bahamas, I was so tired I could barely see straight. The ten-hour flight and copious amounts of alcohol consumed while on it had caught up on me. When I walked into my house, I looked in the mirror. "Oh God.." I sighed. My normally bouncy, wavy dark golden brown hair looked mud-coloured and hung limply on my head, even with my golden tan, my face looked drawn and pale, and I could have sworn I was a few inches shorter than my usual 5 foot 3. I decided that the best thing to do would be to go to bed, and leave the unpacking until the next day.
I changed from my grey jumpsuit into a pair of comfy pajamas and slipped into my bed and fell asleep. It was only 6pm but I didn't wake up until 1pm the next day when my mobile phone went off. I picked it up and answered it. "Rowan, is that you?" asked a familiar Romanian accent. Dalita. My dear friend Dalita is quite a few years older than me, at that point I was 20 and she 45. She looked closer to my age than her own though, she's a gorgeous woman, about 5 foot 6 with light skin, corn-blonde hair and the most beautiful dark grey eyes you ever saw.
"Of course it's me. Who else is it going to be?" I yawned. She laughed and asked if I wanted to meet her to tell her all about my holiday and show her photos. Looking at the clock, I told her I could be ready for around 4pm.
"Great, I'll come to pick you up at 4!" she said before hanging up. I got up and got dressed in a pretty cream floral printed summer dress. I put on make-up to hide the signs of exhaustion still traced on my face, and curled my hair. Looking in the mirror, even I was quite impressed with how I looked. My 34B breasts pressed against the material of the dress, but my slim figure allowed it to swing freely around my body everywhere else before stopping halfway down my now caramel-coloured thigh. My rich, mahogany brown hair bounced around my shoulders and a bit of eyeliner and mascara had made my blue eyes bright again.
When Dalita's little black sports car pulled up outside, I dug my gold wedge heeled sandals and my camera out of my suitcase, put the shoes on and the camera in my bag and made my way outside to meet her. When I got outside, she was standing beside her car, leaning slightly against it. She was dressed in a long red maxi dress with a beaded halter neck, her hair lying flat framing her face and flowing over her shoulders down to her chest. I'd never noticed before that Dalita had quite impressive breasts, I guessed around a D cup and surprisingly pert for her age. When I reached her she hugged me, as she always did when she saw me. As she held me close, I breathed in her smell. She smelled of vanilla, tobacco and tropical fruits. I also noticed that even with my wedge heels on, I still wasn't quite as tall as her.
When she let me go, I walked around and got into the passenger seat. She was already sitting in the driver seat and smiled at me as I got in. "Where do you wanna go?" she asked.