December 27, 2021
With the holiday weekend having come and gone, life had returned to some semblance of normal. Marc had come to join Sarah in her bed and they were taking their time in getting the day started.
Sarah: How did I get so lucky to have a genius like you fall in love with me and, out of all the women in the world, want me to be your partner?
Marc: I'm the lucky one, and you're a keeper.
Sarah shoved Marc onto his back in response to his pun, then lavished his face with kisses, not allowing him to reciprocate.
Sarah: So, I'm thinking, we get out of here in the not-too-distant future, head to Firewheel Town Center to get our shopping on, and hopefully return before it gets too late in the day.
Marc: Sounds good to me.
Marc got up from Sarah's bed and went back to the guest room to change, not noticing that she had followed him. Once he had removed his sleep pants and briefs, Sarah closed the space between them and ran her hand over his package, then said, "I need this SO BAD and I'm not letting you get out of this room before I have a chance to make it do my bidding."
He turned to face her only to be attacked by his beloved. She straddled him and rubbed her vulva against his shaft, stimulating herself and taking the edge off her constant state of excitement.
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During the 15-minute drive from her parents' place to the Firewheel Town Center, Sarah teased her man, hoping that some mock indignation or perhaps persuasion would help him narrow down what he wanted for Friday night.
Sarah: We're gonna make sure you have the wardrobe tools to make you look good and to turn me on more than you already do.
Marc: I'm not THAT far gone. Just trying to figure out how to be professional yet comfortable.
Sarah: I'll get you there, stealing from what I've seen work on the awards circuit. Tie or no tie?
Marc: No tie if at all possible, or some degree of color in the shirt if not.
Sarah: The bold stuff you own doesn't contrast well with black, so we might be looking for both a lighter color shirt and a jump-at-you tie. I'm presuming the classic oxford or wing-tip shoe?
Marc: Yeah. I'm boring like that, and you can't go wrong wearing those with a black suit. Anything you plan to have your eye on?
Sarah: Since I have the basics already, might want to look for accessories or other additions for the outfit.
When they arrived at Firewheel, Sarah searched for a parking place and found one in the Macy's lot. The pair started their spree there, with Marc hoping it'd be one and done for his needs. They went to the Men's section and scoured the dress shirts. Sarah pulled out a handful of them and laid them off against a nearby black coat.
Sarah: What do you think?
Marc: Not really seeing what I'm wanting to find. Let's move onto shoes.
While scanning the aisles in the shoe department, Marc found several pairs that were acceptable. After grabbing three options, he located Sarah and asked her opinion.
Sarah: All of those are so different than what I see you in. You're more classic than Michael, so any "extra" on them would seem to be outside your zone. The plain pair I think is more usable for REALLY dressy occasions and are also acceptable for less-formal ones.
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