Naughty conference

As she stood there in that walk in closet, she thought of these things and different images passed through her mind. She saw herself running her fingers through his brown hair as he kissed her. Would his kiss be as smooth and silky as her imagination perceived? What would his skin taste like as she ran her tongue along the sides his neck? Would his touch be gentle and teasing as his hands roamed her body or would they be rough with passion.

“Quit being silly,” she mumbled to herself. Really, for such things to happen would be unethical for a seemingly strait laced man like Mr. Smith. Doing such things with a parent would be too risky. Still she hoped.

Finely she decided on a sage green tank top that was not too low cut, so that she didn’t expose her breasts too much. It would show her curves without being overly flaunty. With it she wore a brown hippie skirt with a green tie dye effect that matched the tank top and a pair of simple brown sandals.

When Angela arrived at the school, the moment her car went into park, her heart started racing. She closed her eyes, leaned back in her seat, and took a few slow breaths….slowly inhale…exhale. It’s just a conference, she told herself.