The Drive Home
A stop off at her local wine shop turns into a parking lot hook-up.
I’m on my way home from a long weekend in the city. The sun is setting as I cross the bridge, and that always inspires romance in me. I’ve had the day to recover from two nights of dancing and watching other people fuck. I’m feeling sexy in my hot-weather party pajamas, a short, thin, army green skirt, strappy black tank top, and black lace-up boots. I’ve shoved all my party clothes into my magic purse, and now I have to dig through it all to find my phone because the radio just cut out and there’s traffic.