Showing Off by Tess Mackenzie

Showing
Off
    Kristen had
been held up at work and was late for the party. It was evening, already after dark. She was out in the
suburbs, somewhere with a lot of trees and lawns, and the street,
when she found it, was already full of cars, double and triple
parked up along the verges.
    She drove
slowly, found a space, and pulled in. She
needed to change, to get out of her work clothes. She took off her
shoes, sitting in the driver’s seat, then wriggled around to do the
rest. She got her suit jacket off, and her shirt open, before she
decided there wasn’t enough room in the car.
    She opened
the door and got out. It was dark. She’d
be fine. She took off her shirt, and undid her suit pants and
pulled them down a little. She was about to reach back into the car
for her dress, when she realized.
    There was a
guy sitting in the car next to her. Sitting in the car, with a phone to his ear, his mouth
open, staring at her.
    A cute guy.
    Kristen had
no idea what to do. She was embarrassed.
She was standing there in her bra, a fairly sexy, small bra, and it
was completely her fault. She should have checked.
    She decided to make the most of it. She grinned, and
waved.
    He smiled back.
    She decided
she liked him. She decided he had a nice
face. She pulled down one cup of her bra and flashed
him.
    He looked started, then grinned back at
her.
    She put herself away, and he wound down his
window.
    “ Sorry,” he
said. “I thought you’d seen
me.”
    “Have now.”
    “ I’m on
hold,” he said, looking at his phone. “I’d have been talking otherwise.”
    “Don’t worry,” Kristen said.
    She turned
around and got her dress, and pulled it on over her head. She was pretty sure he was still watching. He
hadn’t wound his window up yet.
    “Are you still looking at me?” she said.
    “Shit, sorry, I…”
    “ Be useful,”
she said, and took a step backwards. “Zip
me up.”
    Nothing happened.
    “Can you reach?” she said.
    “ Hold
on.” He must have leaned out his car
window. She felt his hand on the small of her back, felt him
fumbling. Then he pulled the zipper.
    “Thanks,” she said, and turned around.
    She still had to get her pants down from
under her dress, and she could either do that by tugging and
wiggling and being ungainly, or she could keep going with whatever
she was doing here and let him watch.
    She pulled
the dress up, over her pants. She pulled
her pants down. Pulled them off one foot, then the other. Then
stood there, grinning.
    He sat there
and stared. Her hips were right at the
level of his nose, and her undies weren’t completely sensible.
There probably wasn’t much to see, but whatever there was, he could
see all of it.
    She pulled
the dress back down, slowly, and sat down in the driver’s seat to
put on her shoes. Flashing him again a
little, probably, and grinning.
    “ Okay,” she
said. “Bye,” and went inside.
     
    *
     
    The house was
nice. Kristen didn’t really know anyone,
had been invited by a friend of a friend, but the house was nice,
and the people seemed nice, and she kept wondering if she’d see the
guy from outside.
    He found her
while she was perching on the arm of a sofa, and came and sat on
the seat beside her. Someone had just got
up from that spot, and Kristen had been wondering if she should
take it herself when he landed there.
    “ You,” she
said, and had a better look at him. She
hadn’t been able to see properly outside. Definitely cute, and
grinning at her like they had some secret together.
    “I hoped I’d find you,” he said.
    “And you did.”
    “Can I get you a drink or anything?”
    “You just sat down.”
    “I’ll stand up.”
    She picked a
glass, from the side-table beside her, and showed him it was
half-full. It wasn’t her glass, and she
was a bit thirsty, but she didn’t really want him to move. This
little game was quite interesting.
    “ What do you
do?” he said. “You had a suit on when you
arrived.”
    She shook her head.
    “You