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Authors: Fiora Greene
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The
wind that tickled Jenna's long dark strands was sweet, fresh, and
with a hint of the salt from the ocean. It was gentle, pulling her
hair along her neck until she finally reached up, slipping her mane
into a pony tail. It was a perfect day to be outside, and the young
woman was thrilled to have an excuse to wander about.
The
farmer's market was being held by the beach, and with a firm decision
that she needed groceries anyway, Jenna had slipped into a
comfortable dress and hurried down to the area. The stretch of ocean
was within walking distance of her place, of which she was quite
grateful.
Adjusting
the straps of the knee length blue outfit, she caught a glimpse of
herself in the flat metallic sheeting of one tent, admiring the sight
covertly. The garment hugged her hips and circled her small waist,
giving her a perfect hour glass shape while letting her remain
modest. She knew she looked good, and her life had been kind to her;
No stress lines marred her sweet, heart shaped face.
Jubilant,
Jenna almost found herself skipping along the ground, her hands
swinging gently at her sides. The pier was lined with a variety of
booths and displays, the majority being food. However, as with any
live market, there were other items as well. A table of porcelain
figures caught her eye, and another of knitted hats drew her away.
Over and over, she wandered about, pausing to admire the colors and
variety available to her shopping desires.
It
seemed impossible for anything to hold her attention long.
'I
wonder what I'll find in the market today?'
When
Jenna turned, leaving behind a tent full of ripe apples, a flicker of
lights caught her eye. Nearby, settled between a table of baked goods
and a display of sculptures, sat a brightly colored tent surrounded
in lamps. It made her think of Christmas, and the oddness of the
whole set up pulled her close like a moth to a flame.
It
was a large structure, heavy cloth and a flat table peeking from the
entrance. The whole thing seemed out of place, more festive than
anything she had seen yet. Unable to help herself, the girl stepped
close, brushing through the opening and into the buzzing center.
'Buzzing'
seemed too subtle a word.
Inside,
the walls and ceiling seemed to glow, lights of every shade blinking
about. There was an under current of sound, a song she couldn't
identify, but it seemed catchy and made her think she had heard it
before. The counter tops inside were shaped like an L, bedecked in
books, electronics, jewelery and clothing. The assortment was
immense, the place seeming to contain an entire bazaar separate from
the market outside.
The
brunette slipped closer to the display, her fingers grazing over a
radio, then a flute, before she spotted something flashy and pink. As
if pulled by intrigue, Jenna found herself standing in front of a
stack of clothing, her hands lifting and tugging at the outfits. The
designs were cute, though she didn't recognize the brand.
The
music was getting under her skin, she thought, the air seeming to
tingle and make her cells almost vibrate. The lamps in the tent also
seemed to be flickering, making her head throb, and spots of orange
danced in her eyes.
When
she yanked a shirt out of the stack, she knocked some of the
merchandise to the floor, and winced. Bending down, the young woman
collected the fallen cloth, pausing when her fingers brushed against
the surface of something so amazingly silky and smooth.
Standing
slowly, Jenna seemed to forget about the rest of the discarded
outfits, her hands holding the treasure she had discovered up before
her curiously. The panties were a dazzling, bubblegum pink; They
stretched at her touch, seemingly well made and with no loose
threads. What surprised her still, though, was how luxurious they
felt.
Once,
when she had visited Europe, she had stayed in an expensive hotel on
an accidental flight layover. The sheets in that place had been
decadent, fancy, and she had spent the night rolling in
wind that tickled Jenna's long dark strands was sweet, fresh, and
with a hint of the salt from the ocean. It was gentle, pulling her
hair along her neck until she finally reached up, slipping her mane
into a pony tail. It was a perfect day to be outside, and the young
woman was thrilled to have an excuse to wander about.
The
farmer's market was being held by the beach, and with a firm decision
that she needed groceries anyway, Jenna had slipped into a
comfortable dress and hurried down to the area. The stretch of ocean
was within walking distance of her place, of which she was quite
grateful.
Adjusting
the straps of the knee length blue outfit, she caught a glimpse of
herself in the flat metallic sheeting of one tent, admiring the sight
covertly. The garment hugged her hips and circled her small waist,
giving her a perfect hour glass shape while letting her remain
modest. She knew she looked good, and her life had been kind to her;
No stress lines marred her sweet, heart shaped face.
Jubilant,
Jenna almost found herself skipping along the ground, her hands
swinging gently at her sides. The pier was lined with a variety of
booths and displays, the majority being food. However, as with any
live market, there were other items as well. A table of porcelain
figures caught her eye, and another of knitted hats drew her away.
Over and over, she wandered about, pausing to admire the colors and
variety available to her shopping desires.
It
seemed impossible for anything to hold her attention long.
'I
wonder what I'll find in the market today?'
When
Jenna turned, leaving behind a tent full of ripe apples, a flicker of
lights caught her eye. Nearby, settled between a table of baked goods
and a display of sculptures, sat a brightly colored tent surrounded
in lamps. It made her think of Christmas, and the oddness of the
whole set up pulled her close like a moth to a flame.
It
was a large structure, heavy cloth and a flat table peeking from the
entrance. The whole thing seemed out of place, more festive than
anything she had seen yet. Unable to help herself, the girl stepped
close, brushing through the opening and into the buzzing center.
'Buzzing'
seemed too subtle a word.
Inside,
the walls and ceiling seemed to glow, lights of every shade blinking
about. There was an under current of sound, a song she couldn't
identify, but it seemed catchy and made her think she had heard it
before. The counter tops inside were shaped like an L, bedecked in
books, electronics, jewelery and clothing. The assortment was
immense, the place seeming to contain an entire bazaar separate from
the market outside.
The
brunette slipped closer to the display, her fingers grazing over a
radio, then a flute, before she spotted something flashy and pink. As
if pulled by intrigue, Jenna found herself standing in front of a
stack of clothing, her hands lifting and tugging at the outfits. The
designs were cute, though she didn't recognize the brand.
The
music was getting under her skin, she thought, the air seeming to
tingle and make her cells almost vibrate. The lamps in the tent also
seemed to be flickering, making her head throb, and spots of orange
danced in her eyes.
When
she yanked a shirt out of the stack, she knocked some of the
merchandise to the floor, and winced. Bending down, the young woman
collected the fallen cloth, pausing when her fingers brushed against
the surface of something so amazingly silky and smooth.
Standing
slowly, Jenna seemed to forget about the rest of the discarded
outfits, her hands holding the treasure she had discovered up before
her curiously. The panties were a dazzling, bubblegum pink; They
stretched at her touch, seemingly well made and with no loose
threads. What surprised her still, though, was how luxurious they
felt.
Once,
when she had visited Europe, she had stayed in an expensive hotel on
an accidental flight layover. The sheets in that place had been
decadent, fancy, and she had spent the night rolling in
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