This story follows on from my visit to Brenda Lee's shop to buy lacy underwear for another clandestine meeting with Peter O'Neill when Brenda suggested we make a date to have coffee (see Peter and Me), which became lunch and more.
It was the evening of that same day that I had a call from Brenda Lee, asking if we could make a date for a coffee as was suggested when I purchased the new, lacy underwear to please Peter; the same day I felt her finger gently touch my vaginal opening in the change cubicle at her lingerie shop. Yes, I would like to have a coffee with her, so I agreed to a place and time for the following day. I would also try to find out the reason for her touching my pussy, perhaps it was a test to see how far I would go with her. A girl-on-girl relationship would be new to me, if I discounted my all-girl college years when we experimented with each other as teenagers. Yes, it could be interesting, perhaps fun.
I was meeting Brenda at a place she chose in Bridge Street. It was one of those streets that has many boutique shops and even more coffee shops. Brenda had chosen Cath's Coffee Cup, which is a small, discreet shop, despite its corny name; it has lacy curtains across the large shop window and good coffee.
As I approached the entrance, I saw her waiting for me. "Hi Wendy," she greeted me and kissed my cheek.
I said 'hi' and told her she looked nice in her low-cut, close-fitting dress designed to accentuate her curves and rounded bottom. "Thank you for saying that. It is good to be out of the practical clothes I wear while working in the shop."
"Who's minding the shop while you are here, Brenda?" I asked her.
"My sister said she could give me a couple of hours for some time-out," she explained.
"Shall we go in?" I asked, and Brenda walked ahead of me while I held the door open. We headed for a table away from the door, so we could talk, which was Brenda's reason for the choice. I looked around when we sat down, "I haven't been here before," I told Brenda. A was a little white lie, I had been there, but I didn't want to disappoint Brenda by spoiling what she believed would be something special for me. The subdued lighting gave the impression that you were alone, although there are others sipping coffee and dining nearby. It had a sort of sexy atmosphere, I thought.
"I have. I like the meals here and I thought they would be to your liking also," Brenda told me.
"Thank you, that's very thoughtful of you," I acknowledged her. A waitress came to our table and placed two menus for us and told us, "The special today is lamb roast with garden vegetables." We thanked her and started to chat.
"Why have you invited me here, Brenda?" I was curious, I had gone straight to the point and she had noticed.
"Well, you are one of my most consistent customers, so I thought I would take you to lunch to repay your loyalty."
"Surely, you have other repeat customers, don't you?" I asked, sounding rather curious.
"Yes, I do, but not as friendly as you. You talk and ask how I am going, or comment on the weather. You also ask for assistance when you need it. Some customers don't, they spend a long time in the shop and buy nothing. I miss the interaction and I enjoy seeing you come through the door." She sounded genuine and I accepted her explanation.
We ordered our meals and coffee and continued chatting until the meals were served. The coffee was served first, so we chatted as we sipped it.
"Have you had your shop very long, Brenda," I asked her, trying to open up the conversation.
"It was my mother's shop before I took over when she passed away. Why do you ask?" she queried me.
"It has your name on it, not your mother's name, unless she was also Brenda Lee. I am just curious, that's all."
"Well, Brenda Lee is my name, first and second names, but mother wanted to choose a business name that had flair and had a gentle sound, so the shop became Brenda Lee Lingerie. I guess she thought it wouldn't have the same appeal to customers if it had Doris Jarman Lingerie on the window." She said it in a jeering way, so I laughed at her expression of her late mother's name. "I was just starting school when she decided to open a lingerie shop. Underwear fashions were being advertised on television now, so she felt there was a need for it as fashions were constantly changing. She liked to see people dressed properly and attractively —even if it was underwear. She said good underwear made people feel better about themselves and young ones feel sexier when they knew they were dressed well underneath in good quality garments."
"Well, I have to say it works for me, Brenda. I love the stock you have." I was telling the truth, whenever I met Peter, I knew he would be impressed with my underwear and he never failed to tell me that.
"I try to keep up with peoples' needs and make sure the new styles are in prominent view in the window."
"That is how I first found your shop. I was window shopping and saw the window display and thought, 'I just have to have that.'" I told her.
"Your man must be impressed with your purchases, I feel sure of that, Wendy." Brenda stated a fact, rather than just making a comment.
"Yes, indeed he is. He loves the choices I make to please him," I told her. "You were also right when you told me that women go to K-Mart for underwear for normal use. Husbands don't notice, I know that too," I told her. "But I don't want to talk about my secret lover. It would be dangerous here, in this town, so please don't ask me his name, Brenda," I cautioned her.
"No, I won't do that, Wendy. I have a different type of relationship in my mind right now. I was wondering how you would feel about having a female relationship with me, Wendy." I was flabbergasted. What could I say? I wasn't expecting that, but I think it answers my question about the gentle touch-up in the change room.
"What? Do you mean just as friends, or ... a sexual relationship?" I asked, not knowing how to continue what she had already been set in motion.
