Warming up with word porn

It was a cold November evening, and I was obligated to an annual Christmas related fundraiser. I decided to don a tan wool dress once owned by my nonna. It’s a long sleeve cable knit turtle neck with a fun straight knit skirt. It had a touch of a seventies vibe happening as it hugged every curve of my body accentuating everything from my narrow neck to my round bottom, then blossoming out to the knee. I looked in the mirror and thought, “did I gain weight? Maybe it’s a little too clingy in the wrong places?” I added a pair of black patent leather pumps. The kind that strap on around the ankle. It lended the appeal I was looking for and suddenly extra weight was no longer a concern. I felt sexy. Jewelry and makeup applied, I put on my coat and headed for the car.

I invited the guy I was dating, Bill. He said he may come, but if he did he would be late. My ex had never come to these functions, so I had become accustomed to attending alone while secretly wishing I wasn’t. Bill was not the most reliable or trustworthy person, therefore I assumed he wouldn’t show. The usual attendees for this event are older local philanthropists whom I knew I would have zero interest in attracting. But that didn’t matter. I was dressing to please me now, and I was feeling pretty pleased. To my surprise, halfway through the event Bill came strolling through the door. It was a shock and a bit of a thrill. I showed him around and explained the different auction items. Then, I stood to the side and watched him work. He looked over everything, bantered with other guests, and actually placed bids on a couple things. Not only did he show up, but he seemed to be enjoying himself. I was a bit elated, and it was a welcome feeling.

The auction ended and Bill followed me toward the coat check. Usually I would stick around and help clean up, but I had decided this would be my selfish year. So I would be leaving with a man on my arm tout de suite. As he helped me with my coat a sideways smile emerged from his lips. His deep voice in half whisper escaped, “You’ve got a little jiggle when you wiggle.” I felt a sin worthy grin happen as a warm blush moved through my body. Never had I been so happy to be feminine. Never had I been so satisfied to have a jiggle. We ventured to my car where we sat steaming up the windows for a bit. Until that night the word jiggle meant very little to me. It will now forever make me wet.

via Daily Prompt: Jiggle

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