RestaurantMeetsNET Pt. 07: Bram's
The Goth
All the signs were there, really, for the night's get-together, but I just didn't see them. I really was just so caught up in Mum's 'desire' to meet Caroline; and
that
was what I was worrying about.
Of course, either one of my concerns could have been the Panic Button -- you know? Mum and girlfriend meeting; or, in other words -- Lover and girlfriend meeting.
I couldn't see past losing my brain, and coming out with a phrase something like ... "Mum, this is Caroline, my girlfriend; you know -- the daughter of the woman that I'm shagging who's a bit older than you?
"And, Caroline, this is my mother; who, when we have dates together, we shag each other's brains out."
But Mum wanted to meet me, accompanied by Caroline, under MeetsNet's 'Date' format. Caroline seemed to not have any reluctance, and accepted readily. Back that June, Mum had made reservations for the 31st October, in Whitby, and we had to be in Fancy Dress, because the restaurant, Bram's, was having a Fancy Dress 'do' that evening.
Otherwise, it was fairly simple. Bram's was a 'restaurant with rooms', and Mum had booked the Family Suite; which just meant, apparently that it had a double-bedded room; a twin-bedded room; a wet-room, with separate bath and shower; and a sitting room/kitchenette.
Mum was 'generous' enough to inform me that Caroline and I could have the 'double', and she could use one of the single beds in the 'twin'. I spent ages trying to work out what she was up to, but couldn't come to any definite conclusions.
So, as planned, Caroline and I arrived at about 3:30pm; and, as we booked-in, we chatted with the staff on Reception about 'Fancy Dress', and discovered that it was the Whitby Halloween-Party-Club's annual Halloween bash that evening, and we two (and Mum) had been enrolled as members. It was a Members Only 'do'.
It was then that all the elements came together for us: - "Bram's" (the restaurant name); Bram Stoker's novel, Dracula; and the abbey ruins; and Halloween; and the Fancy Dress.
Well, at last we had some inkling about why we were there, but still slightly baffled about Mum's full intentions.
So, we settled in, unpacked, then went to explore. Neither of us had been to Whitby before, so it was all new to both of us, which was nice.
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Mum arrived whilst we were out and about, and settled-in to the twin room.
* * * * *
When Caroline and I returned, Mum was relaxing in the sitting area reading. The meeting went well, and I was pleasantly surprised that my lovers hit it off; and, within a short time were chatting away like old comrades.
* * * * *
The 'do', downstairs in the restaurant wasn't to start, formally, until 7pm, and we were encouraged to arrive after 6:30pm. When we rapped on Mum's bedroom door, at 6:40, she yelled through the door that we should go down She was nearly ready, but not to wait for her.
Once down, our table was pointed out to us, and Caroline and I sat and ogled and giggled at the costumes being worn. One woman was wearing little more than a long, black lace, half-cup bustier that exposed her pussy, and her breasts were bare from the bottom of her areolae up. Her heavily made-up face would, as far as I am concerned, prevent any recognition of her. Well, both Caroline and I enjoyed ourselves watching her.
Caroline was happy that there were a few 'hunks' for her to ogle; one in tight leather trousers, and the other in tight shorts; neither wearing a top. The fellow in the tight shorts was with 'bustier girl', and the other with a 'black cat'. Although neither men set off my gaydar, Caroline felt 'Shorts' might be.
Then a Goth girl came in, and paused at the entrance to look around.
Her hair was down to her waist, straight, platinum blonde at the top, and purple/pink from half way down its length; mascara applied heavily to her eyes; and lavender coloured lipstick; black fishnet body-stocking (from neckline to wrists and ankles) with a strap-like inverted pentagram neckline; red pleated plaid hipster miniskirt; and a pair of studded black platform cage stilettoes, with, of all things -- soles that wouldn't look out of place on hiking boots.
Her only jewellery appeared to be a leather choker, with a large ring on the front, to which three chains were attached; two linked to large nipple clamps (that proved to be clamped to her nipples that were poking through the body-stocking mesh) and a third chain that hung down her front, then looped up under the front of her miniskirt. (That chain proved to be affixed to a clit-clamp, unconcealed because her thong was crotchless -- of all things.)
