I sat at the bar in my tightest black dress I owned per the instruction of Miss. Brandy. My curly blonde hair had been pinned into place and my long tan legs were smooth. Miss. Brandy had told me exactly how she wanted to see me waiting.
'No panties or bra, bikini muff wax, curl those blonde locks of yours, wear the tightest, sluttiest little black dress you own, and the tallest heels you have. Most importantly: play with yourself so that you're nice and wet... but DO NOT cum. ;) '
So here I was, sitting at a bar with no panties, a bikini muff wax, which was a bikini wax but your pubic hair was left untouched so it was wild, a super tight black dress that ended just past my ass cheeks, and six inch platform heels.
The dress was so tight that my 42 DD breasts were pretty much see through, the bartender didn't mind and the other drunk men didn't care either. They all stared and licked their lips while making crude comments about wanting to fuck me.
Normally I would have done it, fucked them all at once in that very bar. Filled all my holes with their hot seed. The thought of it made my pussy tingle, but tonight I would be doing something very different, tonight I would be having lesbian sex with a mistress.
I had always been curious and while I had made out with other girls and played with their breasts I had never actually touched another woman's pussy or had a woman touch my own.
When Miss. Brandy offered to show me the ropes I happily agreed and after a month of trying to work out our schedules we finally managed to get together tonight.
I had never seen Miss. Brandy in person but I guessed she would be amazing. She was twenty five and had no kids, a business woman but she loved her yoga.
I on the other hand was twenty two, single, no kids, a college graduate, and a licensed make up artist. I worked at a local news station and did the anchor's and guests make up. It wasn't my dream job but it was a job.
I was average size, my butt was what most would refer to as a 'bubble butt', a busty chest, but I had an hour glass figure and just a very small muffin top. I had bigger thighs but they were toned and my friends all joked that I could squish a watermelon if I wanted. My tan skin and blonde hair made people think I was a model, I also had striking blue eyes and a 'charming' smile as so many people had happily pointed out.
I stared down at my gin and tonic and waited patiently for Miss. Brandy.
The door opened and a woman with brown hair and olive skin walked in. She wore a black dress like mine except hers wasn't near as tight and wore kitten heels. She had bold green eyes and big, full lips. Her full breasts were popping out of her dress and she had a Kardashian ass. The way she carried herself made me realize that this woman... was Miss. Brandy.
