Microfantasy Monday

It has been a long day at the office. People running around trying to meet the magazine deadline, while I sit in my office and wrap up my article. It is already 6:43pm and I am heading home. I drive on the highway, no real traffic at this hour and realize I am not in the mood to warm up something at my apartment. I might as well just do a drive thru, and I love chinese food. Panda Express is on the same main street, so I pull up and place my order. I am excited for the free fortune cookies that come in the bag and always hope they give me 2 at least. I hand the woman my money, take my change and grab the white plastic bag. I set it on the seat and smell the food all the way home. I put the key in the door, turn the knob while holding my purse, the food bag without tipping it, and my work bag. As I set my things on the counter, the phone rings. I pick it up, and it is Kelly. I forgot I agreed to go out tonight at 10:30 and I hate to cancel. I tell her I will be ready. Even though I am going out, I still take off my work clothes, put on my long nightshirt and curl up on the couch. Finally, I get to eat my food and watch TV. The food is still hot, the chopsticks are easy to maneuver with my practiced talent, and I can relax for awhile. Afterwards, I get up, can throw away the trash, place the leftovers in the fridge for tomorrow and no extra effort needed.

Getting ready for the night requires a few steps, but easy ones for me. I want to wear something light and comfortable tonight for dancing and music, so I choose my light green short dress with no sleeves. It is fitted at the top just under my breasts and then flows loose down to be a little revealing, blows in the wind and sexy. I don't plan to meet anyone tonight, but feeling feminine and pretty makes me happy. I have sexy, high heels that are my favorite and match so many things. They are silver and bring out the beading on the bodice. Heels make my small frame seem taller, especially since I like tall men. When I wear heels, it tends to give my butt a lift, which makes it more obvious under my dress. I get into the warm shower with the plan to wash my hair and shave my legs, armpits and tidy up my pubic hair. While showering I have my music up in the attached bedroom, so I can sing and not hear silence. I turn off the water when I am done, step out and dry myself off. I roll my hair up in the towel, brush my teeth and go in to get dressed. I dry my hair to almost dry and then put it up in a loose bun with pieces falling out on purpose. I wear my long silver earrings that almost touch my shoulders, add just the right amount of makeup to show up in the dark lit dance club but not be overdone and slutty. I have agreed to meet my friends there, and so I head out in my car that still smells a little like chinese food.

When I get in the bar, I know my friends will be dancing, and we meet up at the same place at the bar. Two-thirds down from the left by the bar maid handles. It is a good place to see the dance floor, look for each other, scope out our dance candidates and be away from the crowds at the other end of the bar. I go up and order my drink, but the bar is already getting crowded. I have to lean over a bit to tell the bartender that I want my usual, Amaretto Sour with an extra cherry and a bit of cherry juice added. As I lean back up, a man has slid up behind me. I can feel his breath against my neck and his body leans against my back. He leans over between me and the guy to my right. He tells the bartender he needs a Heineken. He has to yell because of the high music, but his voice is deep and masculine. When he leans back a bit, I feel his rock hard penis almost between my butt cheeks. My dress has slid up just a bit as he leaned forward and now his leaning back has tugged the dress a bit. I am taking all this in, and realize that he must be tall because his face is not next to mine, his breath is high on my neck and his belt buckle hits at my lower back. In a bar, a bottle of beer is the fastest thing to order, so the bartender pops the top, the guy throws the $5 on the bar and turns to walk away. All I saw was a bare, tanned, hairy manly arm. I quickly turn, but all I see is a striped shirt, is that tan or yellow stripes on a white shirt uh I can't tell, sleeves rolled up, basic white guy hair cut, short in back but seems like a sweep of longer hair is by an ear. Then another group of girls slip right behind me. Damn, he is gone. That moment of sexiness has just walked away, and it is a crowded club. I wonder, is he hard because a woman has been teasing him, maybe he has been drinking a bit and talking sex with friends, or maybe just rubbing against me got him started. "Oh sorry, yes here is the money, keep the change." The bartender has been trying to get my attention but I was side tracked.