"I will tell her. I'll see you there tomorrow. Have a good night. Bye."
Before I could respond, the call ended. I wasn't sure how to read Allyson yet. On one hand she did seem excited, but she was so matter-of-fact. Maybe that's just her typical phone etiquette. I was excited about having dinner with her. My mind had been all over the place considering the possibilities, but I really had no idea where this was leading. I didn't know if this was a date, or just two possible friends out for dinner. I guess I'd have a better idea tomorrow.
Sara and I had a wonderful evening together and after reading her a bedtime story I tucked her in for the night. With a glass of wine in hand I ventured into my closet to find something to wear for my dinner with Allyson. I don't consider myself a fashion diva, and I don't own an extensive wardrobe, but it did take quite a while to search through the dresses hanging in my closet. Just when I thought I may need to shop for something appropriate I spied a dress I had almost forgotten about. I pulled out the dress and padded out of my closet into the bedroom. I slipped off the t-shirt and shorts I was wearing and pulled the dress on. It was a simple red silk sleeveless dress and it hugged my curves nicely.
As I looked at my reflection in the mirror I thought it was sexy enough, but not slutty. The dress went to mid-thigh and the neckline scooped low enough to show a bit of cleavage and matched my red nails almost perfectly. I found red heels that would match and then walked to my dresser to find the right accessories, settling on gold hoop earrings, a gold necklace, and matching bracelet. I opened my top drawers to finalize my wardrobe, thinking maybe this was the most important choice I was making, but wondering if Allyson would ever see my choice. I rummaged through the drawer till I found what I was searching for; a pink satin push-up bra with lace edging and a pattern of red roses. The bra plunged deeply and gave me at least another cup size. It wasn't subtle, but I didn't want subtle. I found the matching thong and placed both on the dresser. My ensemble was complete. I hung the dress back in my closet and went downstairs, horny as hell. I contemplated looking for porn on my tablet, but once again refrained. I could feel my pussy pulsing, begging for attention, but I was determined to let my anticipation, and sexual desire, build. I puttered around for a brief time and then decided to go to bed, wondering what tomorrow would bring with Allyson and Jenna.
I was semi-conscious Saturday morning when Sara came bounding into my room and jumping on the bed, a bundle of energy. I groaned and stretched, waking slowly, and then pulled her to me for a big good morning hug and kiss. I sent her downstairs and told her I'd join her in a minute. I waited till I heard her bouncing down the stairs to slip out of bed, not wanting her to see my naked body. I pulled on some yoga pants and a t-shirt, went into the bathroom to freshen up and then went downstairs. Sara had already pulled out cereal and fruit and was in the fridge trying to retrieve juice and milk when I walked in. I helped her get what she wanted, started coffee and then we had breakfast together. We decided we would go to the park today to enjoy the sunshine. The diversion would help keep my mind occupied, otherwise I would sit around the house all day thinking naughty thoughts of Allyson and Jenna. Going to the park would also tire Sara, and hopefully have her sleeping soundly tonight for whatever may transpire. After breakfast Sara settled in with some books and puzzles while I did some mundane household chores. After a couple hours I told her it was time to get ready for the park. Sara squealed with delight and ran upstairs to get dressed. I followed behind, changed clothes and tried to make myself look presentable to go out in public without a shower.
The local park was filled with what seemed like hundreds of kids on a Saturday morning, and the cacophony that accompanied them. There were soccer games, kids riding bikes and a flurry of activity everywhere you looked. Sara and I headed to the playground, by far her favorite place. By the time I caught up to her she was already climbing and having a great time. I sat down on a nearby bench to observe, basking in the warm sun. I recognized some of the kids and parents as I watched them play. I enjoyed the down time, just watching as Sara explored and socialized. When she ran over to me and exclaimed she was hungry I was astounded to see we had been there for 90 minutes. We wandered to the concession stand, ate, and then Sara was gone again in a flash.
As we sauntered back to the playground from our meal, two girls passed us hand-in-hand. They were older than Jenna, about 20 I guessed, and quickly passed by. As Sara hurried back to the playground, I sat down and spied the two girls now sitting partially hidden under a tree away from the playground. There was something about how they were acting that intrigued me. I discreetly watched them laughing and talking for a few minutes and then turned my focus back to Sara and her friends. A short while later my gaze shifted back to the pair under the tree and as I watched, they began looking around conspiratorially.
A few moments later, satisfied they weren't being watched, their bodies leaned toward each other and they kissed. I was shocked and the scene made me gasp. From my vantage point I watched as their kiss lingered and I imagined their tongues exploring each other's mouth. I had done a fair job of pushing my desire down, but watching the two young girls quickly had my body responding. The girls were sitting facing one another and I couldn't tell if their legs were intertwined of if they were side-by-side. As I watched their arms encircled one another as their kiss continued. Finally, their lips parted. They seemed to look at each other for a long time and then they once again glanced at their surroundings to see if anyone had detected them. Confident nobody was watching their lips came together again in a long, sensual kiss. I rubbed my thighs together as I watched, my pussy dampening more by the second. I suddenly wished I was closer so I could see better and to hear the soft purrs I'm sure they were both emitting. I quickly turned to find Sara, and when I confirmed all was well, I went back to observing the girls under the tree.
The two were still kissing, and the girl on the right, who I thought initially had looked like Jenna, still had her arms around the other girl's back. The dark-haired girl on the left had moved her arms, no longer hugging her friend. I stared at the couple intently and watched as they broke their kiss and pulled apart slightly. In a brief flash I imagined I could see the brunette's arms between them and her hands on the blonde girl's breasts. From the distance I was I couldn't be sure, but it sure looked like she had her hands on her friend's boobs. The two looked around again, laughing, and then I watched as the blonde moved her hands also, moving them to the brunette's chest. I was sure now they were playing with each other's boobs, right out in the open on a busy Saturday! The thought that they were so brazen turned me on enormously. I could feel my pussy leaking into my panties and I desperately wanted to touch myself, to masturbate, right there on the park bench!
I'm not sure how long I observed the young lovers. I tried not to watch, but kept being drawn back to them, my arousal growing as I spied on them. Finally, Sara ran over and jumped up on the bench beside me, startling me out of my voyeuristic pleasure. I checked my phone and we had been there almost four hours. My little girl looked tired, so I took her hand and reluctantly left my bench. I took one last gaze at the pair under the tree. They were locked in another passionate kiss, oblivious to their surroundings. I turned and walked to the car and headed for home. In the car I told Sara I was going out and she would have a new sitter, actually two new sitters, tonight. She was excited to have someone new and asked me dozens of questions about Jenna and Emily as we drove home.
When we arrived home Sara had a quick snack and then I sent her to take a bath, and told her I was doing the same. I ran the bath for Sara, adding plenty of bubbles, and she eagerly hopped in the tub. Having her situated, I went to my room and ran a bath also, adding orchid scented bath beads to the water. I stripped off my clothes, taking notice of my very damp panties, and sunk into the hot water. I knew my time was somewhat limited because Sara would only be content for a short time, so I couldn't indulge myself too long.
