
12-27-2002, 08:21 PM
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Join Date: Dec 2002
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I am excited about our date, yet nervous too, considering I don’t even know him. I shower and put on a yellow blouse and white skirt, with white lace bra and panties underneath. Because it is such a nice day, and also because of all the tanning I have done at the tanning salon, I don’t bother with putting on stockings, white sandals seemed all that is needed.
As soon as I hear his car drive up, I feel an excited knot in the pit of my belly. I look out the window and see him pulling up in his very nice looking car with the top down. My heart is racing, as I watch him walk up to my door and before answering it, I take a deep breath, then open it.
"You look absolutely stunning tonight!" He says.
“Thank you, and you look very nice yourself.” I say to him, taking his arm. I wonder if he can tell how nervous I am, or worse yet, how excited he makes me feel just from his nearness. “So where are we going for dinner?” I ask as I get into the car and catch a quick glimpse of him gazing at the hemline of my skirt.
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