Linda looked around the exhibit hall for what she hoped was the last time. True, it was an all-expense paid trip to New York City to attend the National Teacher's Conference. And, yes, it was quite an honor to be selected as one of only 5 teachers from Nevada to attend, but after three days of speeches and wandering the tables and booths in the ballroom looking at the latest teaching aids, she couldn't help but wish she were down the hall at the fashion expo.
Enough is enough, she thought to herself. How are they going to know that I don't belong? The tall brunette left wandered out into the main hallway and down to Ballroom 3. Then, as if she had every right to be there, Linda strode into another world. She was like a kid in a candy store – clothes and accessories everywhere. Linda felt a bit self-conscious in her red sweater, black pants, and black pumps. A 16" strand of pearls hung around her neck.
"This bag would go nicely with your skirt." Linda looked over at an attractive blonde woman who was holding up a black leather purse. Linda smiled at the woman and tried not to let her eyes linger on the deep 'v' that was being formed by a white blouse that may have been a size too small.
"Yes, it is very nice," she replied. "But I am not a buyer." The woman behind the table frowned momentarily then smiled back. Deb had been at the conference for the three days, she enjoyed this job, watching the attractive women each day. She had noticed the attractive brunette from the first day and wondered what it would be like to be with her. As this was the last full day of the conference, she made a determined effort to get the brunette to notice her, wearing a white silk blouse and bra that showed off her breasts. "You know, I hate to have to haul all this stuff back to Jersey. Why don't you take this back to your company – I'll put it down in our budget as an advertising expense."
"Oh, I couldn't" Linda replied.
"I insist" was the response. "Under one condition - We are closing down for the evening and I don't feel like fighting that traffic just yet. The purse is yours for the price of a drink."
Linda focused on the name badge. Below the Balligino logo was the name Deb. After a moments thought, she almost blurted it out – "it's a deal."
"Great. Give me about ½ hour to close things down. I'll meet you in the lounge across from the lobby." Linda again smiled, nodded her head and turned to leave.
"Forgetting something?" a voice from behind her chirped. Linda looked back to see Deb holding up the purse.
"Why yes, I did," she responded as the bag exchanged hands. Linda felt a tingle as their fingers touched briefly during the exchange. "See you in 30 minutes."
Linda sat in the far corner of the lounge sipping a dry martini. What am I doing? She thought to herself. I think I just got picked up. By a woman, no less! My God! I'm married. She twirled the thin straw between her fingers as she debated whether to leave.
"Hi Linda!"
She looked up to see the blonde walking towards her. Too late to leave – one drink, that will be it
"Hello Deb," the brunette chimed nervously.
"I see you like the purse," Deb said as she pointed to the black bag.
"It is beautiful. Thank you so much."
The waiter came over to their table. "What can I get you ma'am?"
I'll have a dry white wine please, and bring my friend another one.
Linda started to object, but before she could, the waiter turned and walked off.
"So, what brings you to New York Linda?"
"I'm here attending the teacher's conference. I'm staying here until tomorrow. I have an early flight to Vegas in the morning."
"I hope you have had a chance to see some of the sights. This is quite the city."
The waiter returned with holding a tray with the drinks and placed the glasses in front of the two women.
"No not really. I haven't gotten out of the hotel that much. Not even to walk around."
Deb sipped her drink. "This part of town can be a bit scary if you don't know where you are going. There's even a sex shop around the corner."
"A what?" she replied.
"You know. One of those stores that sell sex aids. I have seen it several times, but never had the nerve to go inside."
Linda's mind began to race as she took a long drink from the martini. "I've never been in one either". She took a deep breath, and then muttered, "It might be fun to go take a look."
Deb giggled. "You're kidding, aren't you?"
"I guess it was a dumb idea," responded the brunette.
"Did I say that? I think it would be fun. But first, we better have one more of these." Deb motioned for the waiter to bring two more drinks.
Both women's eyes sparked as they sipped on their drinks. Linda let the heel of her right shoe dangle from her toes under the table. Without realized it (or so she thought to herself later), she let the black pump fall to the floor. Her pantyhose clad foot rested on the Deb's left ankle. A smile crossed the blonde's face. This may be the night I have fantasized about, Deb thought to herself. Deb cautiously moved her right hand over onto Linda's. Linda deep a deep breath, the slowly turn her hand palm up. The two women's pulse began to race as their fingers intertwined. Beneath the table, Linda slowly slid her foot up under the black material of Deb's pant leg. They sat there, looking at each other for what seemed like an eternity – both wondering silently what was happening.
Their silence was met by the waiter's "Another one Ladies?"
"Oh, ah, no," replied Deb as she moved her hand out from under Linda's. "I would like the check though".
Before she could object further, the waiter took the VISA and walked off.
