The coming evening was the last of the conference and Carole was determined to make it memorable. There was to be a formal dinner followed by a dance and she wanted the night to end with her and Paula together in each other's arms, making love, determining their future together.
She had bought a dress especially for the occasion. It was long, black silk, with a high polo neck and no sleeves, slit to the thigh and it clung to Carole's body like a second skin. She wore no bra and the tiniest thong she possessed. Because the dress was so tight she could not wear a suspender belt so her sheer black stockings were hold ups. She piled her hair high on her head and ornamented it with a string of small flowers. Her make-up was restrained, her nails, both toe and finger, were painted a bright pillar box red and she completed the outfit with a pair of black sandals with a four inch heel. Gazing critically at herself in the mirror Carole felt sure that she looked as good as she could and that Paula would find her attractive.
She met Paula in the bar and once again marveled at her beauty, wondered at her good fortune in meeting such a lovely woman. Paula was dressed in a cream silk suit with a short skirt that reached barely halfway down her lovely thighs and the jacket was fastened with one button midway between her breasts and her tummy, revealing her navel. The swell of her breasts was clearly visible and it was obvious that she had chosen a bra that pushed her breasts together and up. Her blonde hair was loose, shining, framing her face, which was made up to perfection with pink lipstick and darkly outlined eyes. Sheer stockings covered her long legs and her shoes were plain, cream, with high heels. It was all Carole could do to stop herself pulling Paula close and kissing her there and then.
Over a couple of drinks they flirted, laughed, touched softly, made love with their eyes, talked of the future, of the past, of the inconsequential things that lovers talk about. All too soon it was time to go in to dinner. The seating arrangements were on a plan in the doorway and they found their table and joined the other six people there. All were women, of various ages, none as lovely as the two of them, except one. Carole was shocked to see that the Oriental girl was seated at their table.
"Have you met Lim?" Carole heard Paula ask.
Paula's eyes were twinkling and a wicked grin played over her mouth. Did she know? Carole's mind was reeling, the memory of that afternoon's occurrences making her body tingle, making her cunt twitch. Lim smiled sweetly,
"We met in a seminar this afternoon," she said.
"Lim and I are old friends," Paula said, giving the girl a hug and a soft kiss on the cheek.
They sat, Carole in between Lim and Paula and the dinner progressed with the three of them making polite conversation. There was a tension though, a palpable sense of impending drama. It seemed to Carole that the two girls were playing with her, teasing her, challenging her to confess, to explain what had happened. Finally, as they sat drinking their coffee and brandies, Paula leant over to Carole and whispered in her ear,
"It's all right, my darling. I know what happened between you and Lim. It was my fault. I'll explain later."
She stroked Carole's thigh, her hand inside the slit of her dress, brushing the thigh with soft, loving touches. Her lips were close to Carole's ear and she murmured, huskily, seductively,
