Stella in Stilettos
“Stella explained, and pointed to several stacks of foam cups. “Would you like that in gargantuan size? The filler-up cup? Or the I-need-to-make-this-last-until-lunchtime cup?” Stella smacked her lips for effect, and laughed at the noise. She didn’t need to make sound effects to sell coffee. The aroma alone was enough to… Her subconscious poked her. It’s a dream, Stella.
Stella bolted upright. She wasn’t working behind the counter at her favorite coffee shop. She was in bed…naked…with an olive and gold colored comforter tucked around her.
The memory of what took place in that bed the night before came rushing back and produced a myriad of emotions. She didn’t know whether to sigh with contentment or blush with embarrassment. What a night!
When she yawned and stretched, the satiny fabric of the comforter brushed across her nipples, a giant dose of reality.
She yielded to a moment of panic. With lightning speed she was out of bed and into the rumpled pink cocktail dress, which felt a lit...tle strange to be wearing at eight-thirty in the morning.MoreLess
Stella bolted upright. She wasn’t working behind the counter at her favorite coffee shop. She was in bed…naked…with an olive and gold colored comforter tucked around her.
The memory of what took place in that bed the night before came rushing back and produced a myriad of emotions. She didn’t know whether to sigh with contentment or blush with embarrassment. What a night!
When she yawned and stretched, the satiny fabric of the comforter brushed across her nipples, a giant dose of reality.
She yielded to a moment of panic. With lightning speed she was out of bed and into the rumpled pink cocktail dress, which felt a lit...tle strange to be wearing at eight-thirty in the morning.MoreLess
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