I was trying to get out the mall and having a very difficult time. I knew I shouldn’t have come today. It was the Christmas rush after all. It seemed like everyone in North America had come shopping today, I found myself diving through narrow crack, slipping under arms, between couples, and dancing around to avoid small children, all while holding half a dozen bags of Christmas presents. I finally made it out into the parking garage and attempted to regain my composure.
As I searched for my car I thought about the upcoming holiday. I was twenty-five years old, single, and a virgin. Family gatherings for me were a form of torture. Six hours of nagging from everyone in my family to settle down, get married, and have a family. I could already hear what my aunt would say. She would tell me what an attractive girl I was, that I should easily be able to get a man.
Glancing at my reflection in a car window I wondered why I wasn’t married. It’s not like I was ugly. I was short yeah, but petite girls were a favorite of most men. I was short and slim with beautiful 34 C breasts, a delectable body, long legs, a face like an angel, sky blue eyes, and a tawny mane of dark blonde curls that fell nearly to my waist. I was every guy’s fantasy, and yet they never looked at me. My sister Rachel said it was because I scared them away with my looks. I was dressed warmly for winter so my body, no matter how lovely, was hard to see at the moment.
I wore an oversized blue sweater over denim jeans and hiking boots with a heavy wool scarf, gloves, and a trench coat. Underneath I was dressed sexy though. I loved sexy underwear. Today I was wearing a red sparkly bra and matching g-string panties that glittered in the dim light of my room. I anxiously sought the day when I would put them to good use. I had no idea that today was the day. From the shadows, a man was watching me. I didn’t know he was there until I saw the glow of his cigarette. I stopped because he was in front of me and took a step backward wondering what to do. The garage was empty, not another soul around.
Slowly he stepped out of the shadows and revealed himself. He was a tall muscular man with short brown hair and a cruel smile. I couldn’t see his eyes because he was wearing sunglasses. He had a goatee and was dressed warmly for the harsh winter weather. He took a step towards me and pulled off his sunglasses. His eyes were green, a vivid sparkling green and I inwardly thought that he was very handsome. He offered to help me with my bags.