My name is Lisa and writing this, I recall how I was looking forward with great anticipation to the evening. My girlfriend, a tiny Slovakian girl called Alena was coming back the UK that afternoon after a visit to her family back home in the republic. She does this about twice a year. Normally when she is away I visit my mum, but on this occasion I had to work, so stayed at our flat in Birmingham.
My mum fully accepts that her only daughter is in a relationship with another woman, although the word Lesbian has never passed her lips, at least as far as I know. She knows and likes Alena and treats her like a second daughter. Luckily my elder brother has produced two lovely grandchildren for her. He and his partner have educated their children to accept that two "ladies" can live together without further comment. All in all, my side of the family are very supportive of our relationship. The same, sadly can not be said about the family in Slovakia. Whilst her father accepts the path that Alena has chosen, her mother is totally opposed to her relationship with me and casts me as some sort of devil woman. Alena tries to visit her family as often as possible as despite her views, Alena loves her mother dearly.
I wait at the airport to meet Alena scanning the arriving passengers for any that look as though they might have arrived from Bratislava, whatever that means. Then suddenly there she is. We rush towards each other and embrace deeply, not caring what any bystanders might say or think. We hold each other tight and as my hands explore her back, I detect no bra strap. She guesses what I have felt, or not felt in this case. I looked at her face with a smirk on mine. "I thought it would be more exciting without a bra." She explains.
"More exciting for who?" I ask, laughing.
"Me, for the journey and you for when I arrive." She explains with candour. That is one of the many things that I love about her, she says what she thinks and does so in a very plain manner. Perhaps it is because her command of English, although perfectly good enough to hold down an office job, is not yet complete. She has a slight accent which I find delightfully sexy.
"You look beautiful." I tell her, "Slightly dishevelled, but beautiful." I cuddle her again. She is wearing a red cotton print dress under a short leather motorcycle jacket. The dress is a little above the knee when she is standing and has buttons from the collar to the waist. I, on the other hand am feeling a bit jaded in my black business suit.
"Did you bring the car?" She asks.
"No I came straight from the office, so came by train. I have left the car at home." Home is a flat in Symphony Court, a complex quite near the canal and Broad Street, which is party central in Birmingham.
To get from the airport to the nearby railway station, you take a rapid transit link being two little tram cars linked together which run on rubber tyres. The arrangement is that the two cars, although they are linked, you cannot pass from one to the other. There was little business for the station at that particular time, so we were the only passengers in either car. Each has large picture windows, so the view out is good, or would be if the route didn't take you through the back end of the airport and behind the hotels. It does mean that anyone above rail level in the immediate vicinity can just as easily see into the cars of course.
As we settle in for the two minute ride, Alena sits on one of the seats and says to me, "I have another little surprise for you." She pulls up the hem of her dress to reveal her neatly trimmed pubic hair.
"Alena!" I exclaim. "No panties either? Have you come all the way like that?"
She giggles. "Even when kissing my mother good bye! I almost cum at what she would have said!" I sit beside her and put one arm around her and kiss her hard. She takes my free hand and places on the outside of her dress over her pert 32B breasts. I caress her through the fabric, but quickly undo a couple of buttons and slide my hand inside. "I've been dreaming about you doing that all the way home." She kisses me again.
"Well, I'm not driving the train so I'll see what I can do." I tell her with a laugh. Just then we notice that we are arriving at the station, so I withdraw my hand and stand up. Alena remains seated with her dress up around her thighs and the top of her dress undone until the car comes to a halt. "Are you going to do up your dress?" I ask.
She smiles at me, "Maybe, maybe not." That's all I could get out of her.
We stride to the correct platform and as our train to the city draws in, I give out a groan. The train is rammed with people. We shall be lucky to get a seat at all never mind two together. We do not get a seat. We are crammed into one of the vestibules near the door. Alena stands facing the door looking out of the window and I stand behind her. I put my hands on her hips and she rapidly transfers one of them to her breasts. She has undone the dress as far as it will go, down to her waist. "Play with my nipples Lisa." She says just a little too loudly. I look anxiously round, but no-one seems to have noticed. I do as she says and roll her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She pushes her arse back against me, and a slight movement not produced by the train alerts me to the fact that she is fingering herself. "Alena, are you wanking?" I whisper in her ear.
"No." She replies, "Just teasing both of us."
"I won't be able to keep my hands off you when we get home!" I tell her. "And I've got the table booked at Ceilio's at eight o'clock!" It is becoming a tradition with us that whenever either of us has been away, we deny ourselves sex before we have a nice dinner locally. This is always a cocktail dress affair as we like to keep up standards when we dine out. We arrived at New Street Station and walked the three-quarters of a mile from there to our flat in Symphony Court. It is pretty well all uphill to Victoria Square where we passed the sculpture of a naked woman in a fountain. The proper name is "The River", but is known throughout the Midlands as "The Floozie in the Jacuzzi". After that it is pretty level, but by the time we got home, we were dangerously close to being too knackered to go out.
When we got through the door, I dropped her bag on the floor and drove her backwards into the bedroom. I pushed her down on to the bed and pounced on her. We kissed for a long time. She had only been away for a fortnight, but I hungered for her. She kissed me back and touched me, but strangely wouldn't let me go further than running a caressing hand over her body. I began to suspect something was wrong, so sat up and asked her what was the matter. She laughed at me and assured that she loved me just as much as before, but she thought it would be better if we went out, still lusting after each other, as she had something nice to tell me. What is it?" I demanded.
"All in good time, I want the moment to be right." Alena insisted. "Over dinner, let's make a special effort to look nice for each other tonight, shall we?"
My mind was raging, what could she want to tell me? She had said, tell me, hadn't she? It wasn't ask me, it was tell me! If it was ask me I tried to think of all the things she could want. Dear God! Does she want to ask me to marry her? But no. She had something to TELL me and it was nice, at least she thought it was nice. I was in mental agony as I got ready. I had bought a new blue dress with a low cut square neckline and a new bra to go with it. It was a bra designed to enhance my cleavage and boy!, with this dress it worked! When I first put it on, I thought I would never wear it in public as the display of my breasts it produced was something that I had intended to reserve for my lovely Alena alone. Also it was quite short. However, this was a special occasion. She had asked me to dress up and we hadn't seen each other for two whole weeks. If she was wobbling, I wanted her to see what she would be missing if she gave up on us. But the thought kept coming back to me that she said her surprise was nice. I was completely flummoxed.
I inspected myself in the mirror as I heard Alena call to say that she was ready. "So am I!" I called. "Report for inspection Alena Lรกska, I want to see if you're worthy of my attention tonight!" I joked. Did you know that Lรกska is Slovakian for love? I am so lucky having a partner with Love as a surname. My surname is Brown, a poor substitute in my eyes. If we do get married I will probably adopt her name.
"Will I do?" She asked as she appeared round the bedroom door.
"Wow Alena!" I exclaimed. "You look beautiful."
"You said that at the airport, after a three hour flight!" She told me. "You must be running out of vocabulary."
"I am almost speechless." I confessed. Diminutive little Alena was wearing a even more diminutive dress. It was strapless, tight, short, white lace and with the thinnest of linings. Her nipples tented out the material, even her areolae could be detected through the dress. "No bra again tonight." I tutted. "This is getting to be a habit with you. Are you going commando again?"
She laughed and scolded me. "of course not! I am wearing a thong, Can't you see it, through the dress?" I'll admit I hadn't looked - so far! "I love seeing your boobs like that." She said, tapping my cleavage with her fingers. "They are so delicious looking! Shall we go?" She took me by the hand and led me out of the door. We walked across the private bridge over the canal. It was a warm night so we did not take coats, just a clutch bag each.
We reached the restaurant in time to claim our table. It wasn't the best table in the place, but there are no bad tables in Ceilio's we sat on two adjacent sides of a table originally set for four and held hands whilst we ordered drinks. Alena told me all about her trip, her family and how much she wished that she could take me there to meet them. Sadly her mother's attitude made that impossible. Suddenly she laughed when she remembered her brother, two years older than her, asking about how we made love. "I told him all sorts of scandalous things!" she sniggered.
"Tell me," I said softly. "Perhaps we might try some of them out." For a little mite, she has the most delightful dirty laugh, which is, I think, the sexiest thing I have heard. "I told him that we do things with our tongues."
"But we do!" I protested.
She laughed heartily. "Not the way I told him!"
"Perhaps we should." I said smiling into her eyes and giving her hand a squeeze under the table.
"Then let us put our cards on the table, - and our hands. Let people see we are in love."
"I think the most of them have guessed already." I told her looking round the room.