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My name is Flower, actually Flower of peace. What can I say, Hippy parents.
I went out with Judy, my 'friend with privileges'. We tried living together but it didn't work, but we're still very close friends.
We met up with Tod, another of Judy's fuck buddies. He introduces the cute little lady with the long curly red hair as 'My girlfriend Nancy'. The four of us go to a little jazz club for a few drinks and visiting before I take Judy home for a little badly needed pussy relief.
I'm not bad looking, but I am the full size model. Six foot two, solid, no fat except for my big boobs.
My growth spurt started with my hooters. I had the biggest set in class when I was twelve. I babysat for spending money. Mr, Dillon would always find an excuse to 'accidently' feel them when he drove me home. Even back then I wished it was Mrs. Dillon feeling me up. She had such beautiful light brown eyes.
I usually wear my blond hair in a pony tail. One of my lovers called me her 'Viking Goddess'.
Anyway, middle of the next week, Nancy, remembering where I said I worked phoned in the middle of the afternoon and said "How about meeting at 'The Snake" for a drink on the way home?"
"Sounds good, maybe the crowds in the tube will have thinned out by the time we finish. See you about half past." I'd been trying not to think of her all week.
She's at one of the tall round tables along the wall opposite the bar. What a sweet looking pixie. The waiter follows me over to her table. I order a G+T. "Make that two" she says.
We talk about nothings, then Nancy says "Tod tells me you and Judy are a couple."
I set her straight on that account, then ask how long she and Tod have been together.
"Can you believe that guy? That was our first date and he's calling me his girlfriend! I dumped his sorry ass , but not 'till I got a good fuck out of him."
We both laughed.
"So, got a private number I can call you at?"
I pulled a business card out of my purse and wrote my cell number on it for Nancy.
Didn't hear from Nancy for a few weeks. Just as I was thinking I should call Judy and plan a night at the 'Purple Dove' the alternate lifestyle club over on the west side, then take her home and get laid, to take my mind off Nancy, she called.
"Hi flower. How are you? It's Nancy."
"Hi Nancy, I'm doing great, how about you?" Stay calm, be cool.
"Fine thanks. Reason I called was to see if you'd be my date Saturday night. Corporate dinner. I have to go and mingle. I'd love to take you. Good food, dancing, hardly any speeches."
I said yes, gave her directions to my apartment, she said what time she'd pick me up, then just before she hung up asked if I had a 'little black dress'. When I said 'of course' she said "Good. Wear it and red satin panties." and rung off.
Well, that's clear enough.
I was sitting in the lobby of my building wearing my sequined black flats that match my clutch, with my royal blue racoon collared cape across my knees when Nancy came to the security door. I wore a pearl choker and earrings, had a conservative red lipstick and nail polish, and had my hair brushed back behind my ears.
Nancy took my breath away. Her beautiful red hair curling down her neck, a pair of diamond stud earrings and a short diamond necklace. Her satin red gold and silver print dress was backless and it's full skirt came just below her knees. She had a silk maroon and gold shawl over her shoulders.
When I went to the door she gave me a look that left no doubt how the evening would end.
She wore low heeled soft leather shoes. My god is she tiny. Her lips barely come up to my nipples. Can you tell where my mind was?
She held the door of her white Mercedes sports car for me and I made sure she got a glimpse of red satin as I pulled my legs into the car.
Her driving was very smooth, but very fast. When we got to the venue she opened the console between our seats and took out a pair of silver four inch heels saying "I can't drive in these."
The parking valet enjoyed watching her change shoes before driving the car away.
The men all wore tuxedos, the women everything from little black dresses to floor sweeping gowns. There were older couples, older men with trophy wives, and a few young couples.
I stayed close to Nancy as she schmoozed around. At supper we sat at a table with two older couples.
As Nancy talked investments with the man across from her I felt a stocking foot slide up the inside of my calf. The lady with the long silver hair across from me showed me the tip of her tongue. I reached across and stroked her hand "That's a beautiful bracelet. Is it a family heirloom? It looks very old/"
"I collect antique jewelry, dear, you must come and see my collection some time."
After dinner we circulate some more. As we are thinking of leaving the lady with the bracelet and her husband come over. They are Janet and Frank.
Janet says "Nancy, a week from Sunday, you must bring Flower over for afternoon tea, say, two o'clock. I'll be a tennis widow, Frank is leaving me for a tournament."
"Yes, my darling will be pinning away for me as I lead the wild life of an over the hill tennis bum."
They both laugh and glance at each other with that twinkle in their eyes that says 'true love'.
