Chapter 26
1858 local time and messenger lines are getting tossed to bring us to the pier.
We are tying up to Pier 69, and, as Brian said, it's industrial, not for pleasure ships. It's dusk, and we are mooring for the night. Interesting how this area seems so purpose built, rugged, and yet five star hotels and tourist traps are just several hundred yards away.
A cab is waiting on the pier for Elsa and I, running lights on, headlights off. She's exquisite, wearing a cream colored linen suit, with wedgy white high heeled sandals, and a matching clutch (Coach? Michael Kors? Haven't been able to tell yet). Notice I didn't mention a shirt -- because there isn't one under her suit jacket. It's cut just right to be super sexy without getting either of us arrested. Oh, and her gorgeous smile.
Her sole visible jewelry being the silver key to my cock cage on her long necklace, nestled between her tits, and as obvious as could be against her dark skin. Her captive rings in her nipples are still present, hidden under her suit.
I'm dressed en femme, as required. Gray high collar cotton minidress, sheer black thigh high stockings, ankle height black leather high heel boots, under all of which was a black lace bra with fake silicone tits, garter and matching black lace thong, and black cock cage. My wig is a medium brown with red and blond highlights. Oh, and a black non-descript clutch; needed something to keep touch up lip gloss and such... since Lacy had helped me with my makeup, I'd better keep it looking as good as I'm able tonight.
The boat crew is all-hands tying up, shutting in the diesels, and meeting with a representative from the boat merchant to take on the new tender. I'm grateful, as I don't want to draw more attention to myself than I have to. Once the walkway is secured, Elsa and I head down to the pier and the cab. Upon reaching it I turn and take a look back up toward the yacht; everyone is busy, so I haven't been given away.
Lacy's not here to see us off. She's in the tub shaving her legs and pussy, and generally readying herself to seduce Ennis. I have no illusions about her success, and look forward to hearing about it later.
I look back to the cab and see Elsa holding the door open for me. Apparently the roles have been reversed. I turn with my ass to the seat, smooth my dress, sit down, and follow with my legs as daintily as I can. Elsa closes the door and enters on the other side.
The cabby takes a quick glance at his phone and asks "where to?"
Elsa replies, "Restaurant at the Four Seasons." He nods, turns off the interior light and puts the car in gear, dropping the flag on the meter.
I turn toward her, "this is unexpected."
Reaching for my hand, she takes it, comfortable and familiar as if we'd known each other years, not days. "Babe, Lacy has had her fun with you this entire trip, save for a little here and there. Much as I respect your dynamic, I wanted to give you a night of fun separate from her. So we will enjoy ourselves on our terms, and part of that was me wanting to take you on a real date. So it's dinner first, and it's somewhere nice. My treat. After all, you're the girl." She blew me a kiss finishing her statement.
We arrive at the surprisingly private Four Seasons entrance in just a few minutes. Elsa squares up with the cabbie, and exits, heading to my door and opening it. I could get used to this! You offer a hand, and I take it, exiting the car as gracefully as I can. I'm more than a little nervous, but you're here with me and our date seems off to a good start.
The bellman holds open the door for us, glancing at Elsa's tits (or trying to)...then mine. I stifle a smile, and follow her in.
Knowing the place well, she walks directly toward the restaurant, and introduces herself to the hostess, "Elsa, two for 730." The hostess, beautiful redhead about 25, takes two menus and asks us to follow her. She takes us to a table to the side of the room, not private, but not out in the open either. There are a couple of other tables flanking us, but empty; it's a little early for high society dinner.
On arriving, Elsa pulls out my chair, and I sit, again smoothing my dress as best I'm able and trying not to look clumsy.
The maรฎtre'd arrives, introduces himself. He's looking every bit the part, impeccably dressed with an air about him of propriety. I'm hoping he doesn't look too closely at me in the dim restaurant light. Soon after, the sommelier arrives, and we choose an Italian white we both like. By the time our waiter arrives, we've made our choices, and pass on our selections to the staff. I'm not trying to disguise my voice....but also not speaking too loudly.
Once our orders are in, the sommelier brings us our wine, and presents the cork to Elsa for her approval. Nodding to him, he pours and gives her the first glass. He seems to think she's in charge given her suit. He is, after all, correct. She nods again, and he pours both glasses just full enough and departs.
Elsa takes my hand in hers, "you're doing beautifully you know. You may be nervous, but nobody but me could tell. Your walk is graceful enough to not draw attention, and the dress looks stunning on you." She picks up her glass, and presents it to me in a toast -- "to growth and new experiences." We both drink, leaving our lip gloss on our respective glasses.
We begin to talk about all sorts of things. How Lacy and I met. Her work in IT, and how she enjoys it. Seattle. Being at sea as informal boat crew.
Slowly our meal arrives, salad, entrรฉe. We take our time, enjoying the company and the meal. I'd be overwhelmed at the possibility of going out on a date with Elsa, and figure I'd have no chance.... Save for Lacy asking her on our trip.
The sommelier returns, fills our glasses again, departs. I think he was staring at my tits while pouring my glass, but I didn't look back closely enough to find out.
We continue to chat, hold hands across the corner of our table. While my nails aren't fake and long, the polish seems to be holding up my role.
The waiter's assistant clears our main course plates, and leaves us with a dessert menu. Decaf espresso for us both, and a crรจme brulee to share.
As we lazily start into our dessert course, Elsa brings up a new subject -- our next vacation.
"I had an idea this morning for a new vacation. It can't be too soon, as I have my new consulting contract coming up and I'll be on that for six months or so. But afterwards I'd like to see if you and Lacy want to plan a trip together. The idea came to me this morning."