Flowers For A Wounded Soldier: A BBW Erotica Read Free Page B

receiver up to her ear and
listened to it ring, she could feel her heart thump in her chest. Why was she
so nervous? It was just a phone call, after all. After a few more rings, she
could hear Brent pick up on the other end. “Hello?”
    “Hi
Brent, this is Anna, from the flower shop. You know, the flower shop from
yesterday?” Anna squinted her eyes, as if in pain from the horribly bumbled
introduction. Of course it was the flower shop from yesterday. Was he going
around to all the flower shops in town handing out his number to every owner?
Brent laughed, “Oh, the flower shop from yesterday . I was hoping this
was the girl from the flower shop I visited 2 weeks ago.” Anna smiled.
“Very funny Brent, very funny.”
    “So
what’s up Anna? Are you still interested in going out to lunch this week?” Anna
switched the cell phone from one ear to the other. “Yeah, I would love to go
out for lunch. How does tomorrow sound?” There was a short pause before Brent
spoke. “I could do that. However, I can’t do lunch. I’m supposed to visit my
mother in the hospital tomorrow afternoon. Can we do dinner instead?” Anna smiled.
“Yeah, that should work. Did you have somewhere in mind?”
    “Yeah,
why don’t we go to Gino’s? It’s been a long time since I’ve been there.” Anna
pursed her lips. Gino’s was the nicest restaurant in town. She would have to
pick out something suitable to wear. “I haven’t been there in a long time
either, does 7 sound good to you?” Anna switched the receiver to her other ear
again, and leaned a little more on the glass door. “That sounds great, I’ll
meet you there at 7.” They exchanged goodbyes, and Anna’s phone flipped shut
with a click. She stood there for a moment in the darkened shop, looking at the
still-glowing cell phone.
    That
night and the next day were a total blur to Anna. She could barely focus on
work, and she ended up giving the wrong change to customers twice. As she
turned off the lights of the shop and locked up, she took a deep sigh. She was
nervous. She couldn’t even remember that last time she had been this nervous.
It was strange, it felt like so much was at stake that night, but she couldn’t
quite put her finger on why.
    Her
apartment was still in rough shape when she got home, and Anna quickly decided
to throw some of her dirty clothes in the hamper and wash the pile of dishes
that had gathered in the sink. As she washed a particularly dirty plate, she
hummed a tune to herself. The nerves and doubt that had consumed her over the
past few days were starting to change into excitement. It was more of a blend
of the two, really.
    Her
apartment now in a reasonable state, Anna began to get ready for her big date
that night. As she flipped through her closet for something suitable to wear,
her heart sank a little. This dress was too small, this one was too big, this
one was too ugly. She sighed as she considered going out to buy another dress
that very minute, until her fingers flicked to the dress that she knew would be perfect.
    It
was a black number with long flowing fabric and a low-cut neckline. It was one
of those dresses that you couldn’t really wear very often, since it was so
nice, but you nonetheless wanted to. The corners hugged her body perfectly.
Each seam emphasized all of her good qualities while downplaying the parts of
her she wasn’t as enthusiastic about. It was just one of those dresses, one of
those special dresses that makes you feel like the most beautiful woman on
Earth. As Anna slipped it on and looked at herself in the mirror, she gave a
quick nod and smiled to herself. She looked good, and she knew it.
    As
Anna pushed the heavy wooden doors of Gino’s open, she immediately noticed that
the place was surprisingly busy for a weekday night. As she walked up to
hostess, she looked around at each of the tables, looking for Brent. He was
nowhere to be seen. “Hello, I’d like a table for 2.” The hostess was a young
woman,