Another true story. The prequel to Mac's Birthday...
It had been a few months since Darlene and I had gone out together. We always enjoyed shopping, or going to the beach, having lunch. You know, girl things. She left a message on my machine wondering what I was doing Friday and if I was in the mood to go shopping. Well, I quickly returned her call and set our plans for a day of paling around the mall. She wanted to get "something special, something sexy." How could I resist.
Darlene is a year younger than me. She stands about five foot six inches tall, with shoulder length, wavy blonde hair. Her real 36C breasts are capped by pert nipples that almost always seem to be hard, there is not a single tan line on this woman and she's a natural blonde. She really keeps herself in shape.
Friday arrived and I was rather excited. I hadn't seen Darlene in a while and she'd been a star in more than a few finger sessions of mine from time to time, though we'd never actually had sex. As with all of my friends, she knew very well of my sexual preferences. I'm very happily bisexual, leaning more to the lesbian side.
Darlene showed up at my house just before 9:00. I wasn't quite ready when she arrived, I still hadn't figured out what to wear on this shopping spree. This is very important, you know. Clothes to shop in are almost as important as the clothes one is shopping for.
The doorbell rang. I answered the door nude. At some people's houses that might seem a bit odd. Not at mine. The pizza boy really likes it.
Darlene is wearing a long skirt and a halter top. "Just throw something on," she smiled. "You're not going to be wearing it long, anyway." She followed me into my bedroom and sat on the edge of my bed. I picked out clothes to get in and out of easily, a skirt and a t-shirt, and was looking for a pair of panties. "Don't worry about those, I'm not wearing any." She stood up and raised her skirt so that I could see her beautiful blonde patch. "No bra, either, Sweetie," she said, dropping her skirt and unbuttoning her top. I wasn't sure, but I thought she was trying to seduce me. Her tanned breasts popped out as if anxious to be free.
It took a lot of will power to keep from walking over to her and helping her all the way out of her clothes and say to hell with shopping. I put my clothes on, brushed my hair and we were ready to go.
We took her car, a sporty little convertible. It was a wonderful day, so we had the top down. "I shouldn't have worn this skirt," she said, pulling it up to almost around her waist, revealing her tanned thighs all the way up to her pubes. "I can't work the clutch in it." Right then, I knew something was going on in that deviant little mind of her's. I'd seen her drive this car in evening wear and heels. She was trying to show herself off. That's fine by me, I'll play along.
We went to a little French bakery for some croissants and coffee before we hit the mall. We chit-chatted about our lives since we'd last seen each other. It was so nice to see Darlene again. No matter where the day went from here, I would enjoy it.
We arrived at the mall just as the shops were opening. I really like that time of day there to shop. No kids running about, not many adults for that matter. And it's early enough that no one's ruined the salesperson's day yet. Darlene and I browsed through some of the shops, not really looking at the clothes, just browsing. Waiting for that one particular thing to jump out and say "try me."
After a couple of shops, Darlene ventured into a shop full of very sexy clothes. "Ah. This is what I've wanted," she cooed, as she fondled a couple of very sexy pieces. "Here," she handed something to me. "Let's try these on."
We went into the dressing rooms and Darlene grabbed my hand and asked me to share with her. The sales girl smiled and said her name was Tammy and to shout if we needed anything and left us alone.