I was walking back to my car after a round of golf. I already had a spring in my step from firing a smooth 89 in some rough conditions, but as I was putting my clubs in my trunk I happened to notice a pretty girl come out of the ice cream shop which sat next to the course.
She looked to be in her early to mid 20s, black hair, very pale, with a short but fit body. She wore a slim-fitting dark purple dress, basic but stylish, and held a vanilla cone in her left hand. No one would accuse her of being a model, but she was certainly cute. As this girl reached for her door handle, a monstrous gust of wind sent the hem of her dress from her thighs to her chin.
I was facing her front, but it seemed like she had been exposed on all sides. She wore a black panty set which, like her dress, was sleek and sexy yet modest. She also seemed to have some sort of dark tattoo running up the left side of her slim and beyond pale stomach. The girl smiled with what looked like genuine amusement as she used her free hand to push her dress back into place. She didn't notice that I had witnessed her Marilyn moment, but I doubt she would have cared; she struck me from afar as the kind of woman who could laugh at such things without embarrassment.
Then she hopped in her VW bug and sped away, likely giggling at her decision to wear a dress on such a windy afternoon.
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