thejoyofanemptyhead: Cath would always worry about being late. The bus came at noon, and here she wa
thejoyofanemptyhead: Cath would always worry about being late. The bus came at noon, and here she was, sitting there an hour early; and she only lived five minutes away. This was the plan: be prepared, be quick, be early. Put on sensible flat boots and pack an umbrella. It hadn’t rained all week. Walking towards the station, she regretted her outfit immediately. Everything was too warm, too itchy, too tight. Sure, wearing her coat saved her the room in her luggage, but was it worth it? She felt so covered, so trapped. It didn’t help that her underwear had definitely shrunk in the wash. Why else would it be rubbing against her like that with every step she took? At least now she could sit down and zone out for a little while. Forget all about the way her thighs rubbed up against each other. As the driver loaded her suitcase into the side of the bus, Cath felt an immense weight lift off her shoulders. It was like she was leaving some part of her behind, but some boring, silly part that was never much fun anyway. She kept checking her phone to make sure they were on schedule, but after a while she decided to stop, and just trust that she’d get there on time, or only a little bit late. Just enjoy the ride. Struggling to get comfortable, she shifted around the seat a little. The seat felt strange under her thighs, god. she couldn’t believe she’d forgotten to wear underwear again. Finally finding something comfortable, she allowed herself to gaze out of the window for the rest of the ride. It’s getting chilly, she thought. If only I’d brought my coat. They arrived at the airport right on time, but it took Cath a little while to find where she should check in. She could have sworn she’d written it down. All the men who worked there were very helpful though, and at least she didn’t have luggage so she didn’t have to wait to check all of that. The airport was always full of well turned out business women, prepared women who knew exactly what they were doing. Cath could only dream of being like that. At least she had dressed up for today, she didn’t want to be out-shined by them. Sure, it wasn’t really the most practical outfit, getting it ready in the morning nearly made her miss the but, and she was dying to get on the plane and kick off her heels, but at least she looked good. She fell asleep on the plane, the rush taking off giving her a pleasant tingling feeling from her chest to between her thighs, It felt good. She should fly more often, really. Getting off the plane, she was still in that sleepy daze. Then she saw the man holding the sign with her name on it, and Cathy knew exactly where to go. a new writer. I like it -- source link
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