Chapter 2: Getting Ready

Guys have it so easy when they go out, a pair of jeans and a shirt, some deodorant ( I hope) and out the door they scoot. Perhaps the biggest decision they face is whether to wear sneakers or shoes! Girls, on the other hand, face life or death decisions every time they step out the door! Take this evening for instance. It may be “just” two of my best friends but still, we’d be out in public and seen by other people so a girl has to conscious of what she wears. It was all based on what “message” you were trying to send and to whom you were sending it. Because they were my closest friends and the night was intended to be casual, Beth and Kristen didn’t figure in per se, except that I had to be concerned about what THEY would be wearing so I wouldn’t look out of place. I could assume the lay-back, casual look that sort of melts into the crowd, nothing to stand out in which case jeans and a plain blouse always fit the bill if you really don’t care who’s looking at you. However, if you DO care, then the question becomes, who is the target audience? If it’s “guys” and I’m “on the hunt”, so to say, then that’s easy as well. Just about anything revealing works - and the more revealing the better. Just show lots of leg, ass and boobs, nothing complicated about it.

The most difficult time I when choosing clothes is for those times when all I want to do is tease. It could be with a guy his family out for dinner or some poor schmuck stuck in an oversized grocery store pushing the cart behind his wife like a lamb being led to slaughter. Even though I know the odds are about a million to one that anything would ever result from it, that’s not what’s getting me off at the time. What turns me on is the thrill of the tease, the look in his eyes when I know he sees me and I know he desires me. It’s the way he quickly look away when he thinks I’m watching him or even more so, when his wife is watching him. It’s wearing something to church that comes right up to the line, maybe even barely crossing it. The blouse that’s a size or two too tight, a tight skirt that’s a couple of inches too short, the bra that’s “forgotten” back home, the tight jeans that simply scream, “There’s nothing between me and her ass!” It’s the faint smile that tells them I know they’re watching me - and that I appreciate it.

Tonight I wasn’t planning on actually meeting any guys and even if I did, it wasn’t my intention to go home with them. This was supposed to be a classic “girls night out”, an evening with my closest friends to recharge the proverbial batteries and maybe even bring some sanity to my life. Of course, that didn’t mean I couldn’t have some fun along the way. Restaurants like TGI Friday tend to have a wide cross-section of customers, from high school kids out on dates, to older married couples looking for a meal, to men (and women) on the prowl. Actually, ALL of them are potential “targets of opportunity” when your aim is simply to have some fun. After all, why limit yourself when there are so many potential prospects?

Rummaging through my closet, I quickly picked out the perfect skirt for the evening. It was an important choice as everything else I wore would revolve around my skirt; thus it was the first item to be selected. It was actually quite plain, pure white with a thin black belt around the waist. It was by no means the shortest skirt I owned, but it WAS one that wouldn’t get me arrested for wearing it in a public restaurant! At the same time, it was just the right length such that when I sat with my legs crossed, it would pull up and reveal just enough of my thigh to make someone watching pay attention, perhaps wondering if it would inch up jusssssssst a little bit more and ultimately reveal something more intimate for just an instant if they kept staring. It was really tight, the kind you don’t even think about trying to run when you’re wearing it, but then who would I be running away from?

With the skirt on the bed, lonely and waiting for its companions, I returned to my closet with determination. Holding my chin in my hand, I hummed a bit as I sorted through everything. Damn, how can you have so many clothes but not a thing to wear?

Ahhhhhh, there it was, just what I was looking for. It had been a while since I’d worn this particular halter top but it would be perfect for this evening. Being it was jet black, it contrasted sharply against my pure white skirt. Granted, it was really more suited for warmer days but I was going to be indoors in a heated restaurant, not trekking through the cold wilderness, so what difference did it really make? What I especially loved about it was the plunging neckline. The halter tied in back of my neck, allowing me to determine how tight it pulled my bust up. Thus when I needed to be a bit discrete, I could draw it tight against my boobs, revealing lots of cleavage but nothing more. If I was trying to be really slutty, then loose it was and you could actually see my boobs if you had the right side angle and I leaned forward just enough. For tonight, it would be somewhere in between, maybe a little biased toward the slutty side, teasing but without actually giving anyone a show. It was silky smooth and wasn’t lined, meaning my nipples would be poking out naughtily as a bra was NOT an option with this top.

Now for the shoes ... probably the easiest decision, at least for me. Unlike some girls, I don’t go nuts over shoes preferring function over style in my everyday wardrobe. I pulled out a pair of simple black toeless heels with a single strap and medium height four-inch heels. The heels weren’t so tall that I would feel like I was walking on stilts but in concert with my short skirt, they would show my legs off nicely when I was standing on them. Still, they were not the most comfortable shoes in the world but then what high heels are? If you wanted a certain look and you were willing to trade comfort for looks, then there’s really not much of a choice. Again, guys don’t have to face these vital decision so I guess they can’t really appreciate all that goes into the process.

Believe it or not, I debated wearing pantyhose - honestly I did! The weather had been terribly cold the past week or so and walking out and about with bare legs at this time of year could be rather intimidating. Besides, I was more than a bit overdue at the tanning booth and my legs were not as dark as I would have liked so some hose might have helped as well. I debated over a pair of sheer black pantyhose that would have really set off the white skirt between them and my black halter top but at the last minute, tossed them back in the drawer and said the heck with it. Instead, I pulled out a pair of high top white panties that were cut way up the sides - not quite a thong but definitely not your typical everyday panties. They were actually a lot more comfortable than a thong would have been and for my purposes tonight, showing off my panties would have the same impact as a thong anyway.

With my clothes finally picked out, it was time for a shower, shave and fixing my hair. At least with the way I had my hair cut these days it was pretty low maintenance. Leaning forward so I could look more closely in the mirror, I frowned as I realized I was also overdue at my stylist as my natural brunette color was making an unwanted appearance! Dang it, if it wasn’t one thing tugging at my purse it was another! Maybe I should just let it go back to being brunette? Oh well, a decision for another time, maybe even something to bring up tonight with the girls if I remembered it.

Sitting naked at my makeup table in my bedroom, I sat back and gazed thoughtfully into the large mirror. The bright lights were horribly revealing - it was like they were spotlights aimed at every blemish on me. I hefted my boobs in my hands, letting them drop and then picking them back up again as if I was comparing two melons at the supermarket. Well, if nothing else at least they felt about the same! I pinched my nipples lightly between my fingers, feeling them tingle just a little as a result. Mmmmmmm, I loved to grip them between my thumb and finger and tug gently, then let them snap back into place.