While other parts of the country are being hit hard by snow and ice and sleet, the weather here today was practically balmy. The sun was shining, the snow was melting, the temperature got above 32 degrees and is supposed to be about 35 tomorrow. Can Spring be far behind?
It's still cold at night, though, so what I saw yesterday about 11 p.m. has me shaking my head just a little.
I was driving home from work, sitting in my car at a stoplight on 3rd Avenue and heading for the ramp onto 694 when suddenly a gaggle of gals ran across the street in front of me wearing nothing but their Friday-night-going-out-clubbing clothes. Short sleeves, short skirts, cleavage down to wherever cleavage goes down to. No jackets, no gloves, no headgear, no parkas, no anoraks, no winter coats, or coats of any kind, for that matter!
The high temperature yesterday was 22. By 11 p.m., it had to be about 10 degrees above zero.
These girls were running and laughing and shrieking because they had to be freezing their collective buns off!
Now, on the one hand, I appreciated the sight. It made me long for warmer weather, when the ladies will be dressed like that all the time. And they were all young and attractive, and the clothes fit well in all the right places--especially the lady who trailed the pack, who was wearing a horizontally-striped dress in shades of tan with orange accents. The dress clung very nicely to her bottom, and it was pleasure to watch her moving away.
Still, as they dashed away to what I hope was a fairly nearby club, I couldn't help but feel that they were getting ahead of the seasons just a bit.
This post has nothing to do with spanking, other than for me to say that all those young ladies probably deserved to have their bottoms warmed, risking their health like that. Today they're probably all hung-over and will have pneumonia by Monday.
Seriously, girls, wherever you are--there has to an easier way to get your nipples looking perky...... :-)