I\u2019m sitting at a window table, windows thrown open to the sunshine, citrus margarita in blue-sparkly-manicured fingers. I close my eyes and take a sip, savoring the spicy pepper around the rim, the bright citrus of the drink itself, the warm sunlight dancing on my skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My earrings are large, gold hoops, glinting through my chestnut curls. My shirt is a deep V, perfect cleavage cradling a gold necklace and just a hint of silky black bra escaping the shirt to make itself known. My skirt is just a little<\/em> sheer and a lot<\/em> slitted\u2014my left leg almost fully on display, hip to toe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Any higher and you\u2019d see my panties. What color are they?<\/em> You will always wonder. You think maybe black because of the sheer skirt, but it could be blue, could be something else deep and dark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The sandals on my feet sparkle. The rings on my fingers draw your attention as I lift a taco to my lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Those lips. Ever with the tiniest hint of a smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I place them around the taco and audibly sigh. Just loud enough that you hear because you\u2019re paying attention.<\/p>\n\n\n\n You\u2019re jealous of a taco. Then jealous of the chair I\u2019m sitting on. Then jealous of the margarita.<\/p>\n\n\n\n You wish you were a footstool. You wish you were a table. You wish you were the salt on the rim of a margarita.<\/p>\n\n\n\n You\u2019d pay to be any of those things.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But you never will. Never will feel these lips, know the color of the panties, feel the weight of me sitting on you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The closest you\u2019ll get is this. A description. A glimpse. An hour across the restaurant, glancing, wondering, longing. The closest you\u2019ll get is paying the restaurant tab and knowing that I did not pay for my own pleasure. That those closed-eyed, sigh-filled sips of margarita, the salsa you saw me lick off my finger, the tacos I savored\u2014they were from you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And if you had my wishlist, you\u2019d come the tiniest bit closer. Because you still wouldn\u2019t know what panties I was wearing, but you\u2019d buy me some and know that from then on, any day, I might be wearing yours.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I\u2019m sitting at a window table, windows thrown open to the sunshine, citrus margarita in blue-sparkly-manicured fingers. I close my eyes and take a sip,…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-190","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-teases"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/yourgoddesspandora.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/190","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/yourgoddesspandora.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/yourgoddesspandora.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yourgoddesspandora.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yourgoddesspandora.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=190"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/yourgoddesspandora.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/190\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":191,"href":"https:\/\/yourgoddesspandora.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/190\/revisions\/191"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/yourgoddesspandora.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=190"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yourgoddesspandora.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=190"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yourgoddesspandora.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=190"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}