Amy looked at her naked form in the mirror.
"Not too bad", she thought to herself.
At 5 foot 5, blonde hair and after having a child her breasts still remained perky and full. Lost in a world of her own, Amy was surprised to find a hand cupping a breast, thumb and forefinger rolling and gently tugging on a pink, erect nipple. A familiar throbbing was now pulsing between her legs.
"I don't have time for this!" she said, exasperated.
Turning to the dresser, she grabbed a bra and panties, pausing as her hand passed over her vibrator. Frowning, she pushed the drawer closed. Pulling on her panties, her thoughts started to wander again.
"Nick will be here soon", she thought, watching herself in the mirror as she enclosed her breasts in the bra. Smiling, she noticed her erect nipples strain against the silky smooth material.
Looking through her wardrobe, Amy considered what she would wear, discarding one outfit after another.
"Ah, that's it!" pulling a simple white dress out.
Amy dropped the dress over her head, feeling the cool cotton cascade over her skin. Reaching down she picked up a pair of sandals, slipping them onto her feet.
A final check in the mirror, a quick brush of her hair, a spray of perfume and she was ready.
"Actually, you look awesome, Amy! " she said talking to the image in the mirror and smiling.
Nick impatiently tapped the steering wheel of his car, hating running late.
"Why does this only happen when you are late!!??" he said to himself, staring at the red traffic light in front of him.
Checking the traffic in his mirrors, he catches himself doing another final check. Brown hair going slightly grey at the temple cut short, blue eyes and standing 6 foot 5 with a slim build. He considered himself as "moderately attractive".
The lights change, he turns his attention to the road. Approaching another set of lights, he watches in anguish as it turns from green, to amber, to red. Pulling the car to a stop, he sighed, reaching for his mobile phone, Nick typed a quick message.
"I am running late. Traffic, see you soon" stabbing the send button in frustration.
Sipping on a glass of chilled white wine, Amy looks at her watch for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"He is late", she thought, "He won't be happy when he gets here."
Hearing her phone beep and vibrate in the kitchen, she wandered in and checked the message.
"I am running late. Traffic, see you soon"
Looking at her watch again, she considered the vibrator in her bedroom.