Some days I don't know how I can go on living without her. Other days our arrangement, the secret rendezvous and the brief but passionate stolen moments we find to make love to one another ... well, it certainly isn't taking anything away from our 'committed' relationships. We both have wonderful and enjoyable relationships with our boyfriends, just, each other on the side as well. It helps to have something a little extra to fantasize about, and to tease them with, whether real or imagined. They don't exactly know, but perhaps they suspect... as its no secret to our close friends that we are bi-sexual and the best of friends. But in so many ways men are terribly gullible. Don't you think? And that's part of what makes them loveable.
I have to admit that I am the dominant one, with Karen, at least. Sometimes I just wish I had a cock so I could take control, boss my partner around, make them crave my penetration and then fuck them senseless... that isn't really EASY to do when you've only got a pussy. Believe me, I've tried and to no avail. Don't get me wrong, I love being dominated as much as the next girl, but on occasion... Well, Karen is perfect for me in that way. She loves being told what to do, and when to shut up and just be fucked. And it's all in good fun, really good fun when we use toys.
I had decided ahead of time that the occasion of our double-date to one of the cities fanciest restaurants, was the perfect opportunity for one of our stolen moments, and to be had almost directly under our boyfriend's noses.
After a very appetizing entrée and main, upon being satisfied that my boyfriend Mike and Karen's boyfriend Steve were involved enough in debating the pros and cons of the latest x-box game release to not really mind if we were gone for awhile, I grasped the opportunity to steal Karen away.
"Well boys, if I could be excused for a moment, I need to go... powder my nose."
I flashed a charming smile at them both, and a little leg too as I rose from my seat, looking across at Karen expectantly.
"Oh! Yes, well, I'll join you." She was quick to rise from her seat, and I moved to her side.
Our men collectively chuckled, giving each other a look, you know that look... 'Women!' is what it infers. The weaker sex, with small bladders ...
What men don't realize or perhaps they affectionately chose to ignore, is that our group migrations to the bathroom are wonderful opportunities to vent about them and share the latest gossip, especially in a group setting. Complaints about your partner's performance in the sack or his embarrassing habit of farting in bed (a libido killer, by the way), or how amused you were at catching your son/sibling/family friend masturbating in the shower, don't always go over well in mixed company.
I don't think they noticed our joining hands as we moved off to the ladies room, and if they did, it meant nothing out of the ordinary and raised no suspicion. Because, girls always hold hands - right?
I let my hand slip from Karen's so that she would move ahead of me, taking the opportunity to give her a thorough look-over while I had the chance. I imagined we made quite an attractive looking pair. Karen wore a flatteringly clingy red dress that fell to just below her knees, with sleeves that hung loosely about the tops of her arms, occasionally letting slip the pale flesh of her shoulders. Her legs were bare and smooth shaven; her feet clad in stylish red high-heels that criss-crossed over her silver painted toes, wide ribbon entwining its way up her calves from the back of the heel, finally tied in a small bow.
I myself was wearing a sleeveless and shockingly short black dress with rather dangerously tall black high-heels, I was dressed to kill, or stun at the very least.
"Oh! It's out of order..." Karen's voice trailed off in dismay as she noticed a sign on the woman's restroom door.
What Karen didn't know was that I'd already called ahead and bribed one of the restaurant staff.
I laughed, affectionately tweaking one of her plump butt-cheeks, "No, it isn't really."
Looking around, I made certain that no one was paying us undue attention before I opened the door and motioned Karen in front of me and into the room, quickly slipping in and closing the door promptly behind us.
She looked behind me to the door handle, her brows furrowing in concern. "Dea, there's no lock..."
"Oh, don't worry about that, no one is going to come into an out of order public restroom." I reasoned with her.
She gave me that look, a sexy pout, and lifted brow with a hint of... Please tell me you're thinking what I think you're thinking. "What are you up to?"
"Well, I thought I'd fuck you, here and now."
I noticed her involuntary intake of breath, and the way she swayed slightly on her feet. I knew she was squeezing her thighs together to quell the sudden flutter of arousal I'd triggered within her.
"It doesn't take that long to 'powder' one's nose." She argued weakly.
