Julie Stories....
A long week on the road was finally coming to an end for Julie. Making her way back up the A1 the rain lashes down then turning off on the on to the A629 thinking,
'Not far now and I've got a night out at to look forward to.'
Through the windscreen, she can see amber flashing hazard lights up ahead,
'Poor bastard all you need on a night like this, can't let them suffer alone.'
Pulling over and parking behind the car Julie garbs her brolly then steps out into the torrential rain. Putting up her brolly she scurries over to the driver's door for the parked car.
Sat in the driver's seat is Breanne; mid-thirties, slim elegant, with long raven black hair framing piercing green eyes, thin lips, and small round nose, wearing a black double layered shirt and jumper with black waist high leggings. Crouched over her phone scrolling for a local garage to help her. She stops, frowns, looks up feeling a strong unnatural presence then jumps with a start seeing a shadow at her window. Dropping the window slightly feeling vulnerable she asks,
"What you do want?"
"Saw you pulled up to see if I can help sister?" Julie responds.
Breanne looks quizzically pondering,
'Sister, that is strange.'
"Yeah, I've got a flat tyre and looking for a local garage to call out and help put the spare on."
"Shit happens let's get that spare on, the closest garage is 20 miles away and you'll be waiting hours," Julie offers.
"You know how to change one then?" Breanne asks.
"Hell yes, sisters have to look after themselves," Julie grins.
"Sisters do," Breanne smiles feeling Julie's warmth.
Julie feels a strong affinity to this woman something she can put her finger on. The green eyes twinkle and a whisper in her mind,
'Thank you.'
Making Julie shudder.
"It's a shit night, is your spare in the boot?" Julie asks.
"I think so?" Breanne replies.
Breanne pulls the boot catch.
"The boot is open, take a look," Breanne smiles.
Julie scuttles around to lift open the boot. The interior light reveals an array of Basques, masks, stockings together with a strap on and double ended dildo. Julie takes a deep breath,
'Wow, she got a good evening ahead.'
Feeling her pussy tight as her nectar seeps into her knickers at seeing the array of toys and clothing. She lifts the carpet the tip of the dildo touches her wrist a sharp shock engulfs her as she senses the action it has seen. A large drop of rain lands on her nose rudely drawing her back to the task at hand. Pushing up the carpet pulling out the jack and spanner then wrestling the spare wheel from its home. Breanne appears lending a hand with the wheel. The carpet falls displaying the costumes and accessories again.
"Looks you are up for a fun time," Julie quips.
"Yes, part of my act," Breanne mummers slightly embarrassed.
"What is that then?"
"A stage shows for sisters."
"I bet that is hot."
"You should try it and find out."
Julie smiles looking at Breanne's eyes, feeling a strange foreboding sending a cold shudder along her spine.
"You ok?" Breanne enquires.
"Think so, feels like someone walked over my grave," Julie says flippantly.
"Your time is not yet," Breanne softly responds.
Julie raises her eyebrows at the comment feeling odd about this woman. Julie easily changes the wheel. She is sodden now and more interested in getting home and drying out.
"Back in business now, always good to help a sister," Julie smiles.
"Thank you, Julie," Breanne smiles.
"But how do you know my name?" Julie looks shocked.
"Some sisters can read more than the future," Breanne grins.
Julie's mind now racing thinking,
'Sister, Sister holy fuck she is a .....'
"Yes, I am Julie to answer your question," Breanne speaks calmly.
Julie bites her lip noticing how Breanne's clothe cling to her slim frame revealing her pert nipples and the curve of her mound, thinking,
'No vision of passion just a black abyss, dam.'
"I must be going as I have an engagement tonight. I can't thank you enough Julie, perhaps later I will," Breanne grins.
Julie feels confused she can see no vision. Looking down then back at Breanne,
"I don't think so, take good care we both need to get out of this weather," Julie says.
They climb back into their cars then drive off along the road. Julie following Breanne's car until it turns left towards Brightside. Julie continues homeward her mind tingling with meeting another Wiccan and one who seemed to read her mind.
The delay in helping Breanne has meant she is later arriving home. Julie has been looking forward all week to a night out. She quickly microwaves a ham and pineapple stuffed crust pizza and changes out of her damp work clothes looking in her long mirror stroking slowly over her breasts then down her stomach, thinking
'Something to enchant someone tonight.'
Sliding back the wardrobe door casting a critical eye over the selection of outfits on display. Pulling out her Forever Unique red lace twisted mini dress,
'Hmmm to in your face,' wrinkling her nose.
Need something subtle and seductive,' she ponders.
"Yes,"
as inspiration sparks, reaching into the wardrobe pulling out a green diamante V neck cape mini dress, thinking,
'Now I have those green Barely Their high heeled sandals. Fuck the weather I want to look stunning.'
'And something naughty underneath,' she grins to herself.
Turning to her chest of draws pulling open the second one down lifting out her pride and joy the Anne Summers Seductive Touch Collection with silky satin and eye-catching teal embroidery, the Seductive Touch Waspie in turquoise. Some black lace trimming stockings to complete the ensemble. She lays out each item on to her bed considering her make up, pensively wondering,
'Something dramatic.'
Opening her makeup draw casting an eye out for Anastasia Beverley Hills lip satin in orchid. Brushing on the lips gloss, pursing her lips. Next Nars sheer glow foundation in Mont Blanc applying it over her cheeks and forehead softening her complexion. And the finishing touches from her Naughty Nude eyeshadow palette selectin Please me, then Legit Lashes mascara to thicken her lashes.
Looking in the mirror smiling,
'Perfect to pull.'
She eases each item of clothing onto her body glowing with hope for a sensual night out.
Finally putting on her silver necklace with a green emerald drop stone. She looks in the mirror thinking,
'Let us hope this night brings some delights,' blowing a kiss in the mirror.
Phoning for a taxi and consuming her pizza trying to ensure no cheese dribbles down her chin. The taxi driver blows his horn announcing his arrival. Julie slips on her green rain cloak and scurries out jumping into the back. Sitting back looking out of the rain-splattered window as the taxi hurtles her to the Fallen Queen, a bar and show venue on the edge of Brightside. Her thoughts drifting to the woman she helped with the flat tyre. Jolting her from her thoughts the taxi lurches to a halt.
"six quid lady," the driver announces.
Julie passes him a tenner.
"Keep the change I feel lucky tonight," she quips.
"Thanks, have a great night," the driver replies.
She climbs out the soft glow of the lights from the bar welcoming her. A poster adorning the window catches her eye. She stops squinting as the headline "Burlesque Breanne tonight". Julie's jaw drops at the image below dressing in red and black Basque, black satin knickers, red fishnet stockings, and killer black heels. Julie nipples harden thinking,
'God she is the turn here tonight.'
Julie reaches down touching her mound as it creams remembering the contents of Breanne's boot.
Stepping inside the bar the warmth surrounding her as she joins the gaggle of women queuing to hand on their coats and pay the entrance fee. Slipping off her cloak smiling at the cherry blonde sat in the booth,
"Hiya Julie great to see you love, you look demur tonight," She chirps.
"Why thank you Reeta, perhaps I can purr over you later," Julie grins.
