It billowed silently toward the smooth, dusky skin of Penny, gracing her body, floating as a veil of shimmering gossamer floats among the autumn hedgerows.
Penny caught the threads between her highly manicured fingernails and twirled around, the net dropping into folds as it rolled up and revealed the soft lips of her freshly shaved pussy.
The music stopped, yet Penny continued to dance, the song remaining in her head, and holding the net in her arms like some loving partner , someone she longed for in her life.
Suddenly, Penny's dance and train of thought was rudely interrupted. The telephone rang, it's shrill bell filling the room. She let go of the curtain and tiptoed over to answer it, wondering who could be calling her this early. Picking up the receiver she said “Hello, Penny here.”
“Happy Birthday, Penny sweetheart, you're looking beautiful this morning.”