Donut Shop Run!

 

 

I rolled out of bed early this morning as “horny as a ten-peckered owl,” and hungry for … donuts! Feeling feisty and more than a little naughty, I quickly brushed my hair and slipped on a tiny tank dress that I usually wear over a swimsuit. I thought about panties, but noooooo, not today! I drove to the donut shop, strutted in, and unabashedly flashed the shop owner and, oops, omg, unintentionally, two policemen. Ordering three glazed donuts and a light roast coffee to go seemed to take forever as I attempted to keep the hem of my tank top low enough for a modicum of decency. As I left the shop, the owner shouted, “Thanks, Miss, come again!” The cops watched me go, both chuckling and nodding approval. What a rush! When I got home, I enjoyed the best donuts and coffee ever!

Short Dress Surprise

 From my post in Facebook. Some friends who have left Facebook asked me to post this here.

 

 

I went shopping early this morning to beat the 105° heat. Since I was just getting a few groceries and produce at the fresh market, I threw on a super short little cotton dress.

As I was filling my grocery cart, my phone rang. It was my dentist’s office asking if I had forgotten my appointment. Yikes! I had forgotten it because I didn’t add it to my iPhone calendar. I started apologizing, but the receptionist was way ahead of me: my hygienist had an opening now to come right over. “On my way,” I said.

When I arrived at the office, I was ushered straight to a dentist’s chair for my cleaning. Sitting, I immediately regretted my choice of dress. It was so short, in the specialized chair, my lady bits were exposed entirely! I hadn’t bothered with any underwear for the short jaunt to market.

I was panicking, desperately looking for something to cover myself, when I felt my hygienist’s hand on my shoulder. She leaned toward me, whispering, “No worries, I got this.” At which she produced two dentists’ bibs and arranged them over my exposed kitty, securing them with the built-in little Velcro strips.
I was embarrassed, as I finally made eye contact with her. She smiled, a little coyly, and asked, “Is that dress for me, or do you have a date later?”

The cleaning went very well, and we talked as much as possible during a dental cleaning. As she completed a reminder card for my next appointment, she added her personal phone number, drew a little heart, and wrote, “Call me.”  

I shall do that.