I’d had a long week at work and I need to blow off some steam. I remembered that you gave me your number and told me to call you when I was ready to go out. Up until now we’d only sexted on SC and never actually met up face to face. I’m not sure if it was all the pent up frustration from the work week, or the fact that I hadn’t been able to get myself off for almost a month and all of your dirty pictures where making me so wet and horny. Whatever the reason, I worked up the courage to text you that I was headed out to the bar to go dancing and I hoped I would see you there. You didn’t respond, so I assumed you hadn’t meant what you said about meeting up any time, but I was still determined to have a good time so I went out by myself. I found the smallest shirt and shortest skirt in my closet and paired it with booty shorts and kitten heels (no bra). I put my hair up in the highest pony and applied dark makeup and cherry red lipstick. If I wasn’t coming home with you, I at least wanted to stir up a bit of trouble.
