It had taken two whole years since we had first met to actually agree on a date for lunch. I'm Anna, thirty years old, five feet eight inches tall with long blond hair framing a pretty, or so I'm told, face with brilliant blue eyes and wide, red, perpetually smiling lips. I'm very slim, but have large breasts for my size, 34C. Today I was wearing a pale green sleeveless dress with a short skirt that set off my long, slim legs to very good effect. And oh yes, did I mention that I'm gay?
"Hello Judy!" I exclaimed as I walked up to the small, small-breasted, pretty woman with shoulder length chestnut hair, dressed in a light yellow blouse and black slacks, who was waiting for me outside the pub. "You look gorgeous today."
"Hello Anna." replied Judy, blushing and holding out her hands and grasping mine. As I've already mentioned, we'd known each other for a couple of years, since she had paid my office a visit. We had hit it off at once, she had suggested we have lunch together then, and on several occasions since, but we never had. Until today, and in spite of a spark that had passed between us when we'd first met, I had no idea if she was straight or gay.
I ushered Judy into the pub, she turned into the booth area, chose the end booth and slid in. I sat next to her. We were followed by the waitress, who took our order, a pint of on-tap Strongbow cider each and, as it was Friday, the pub's signature fish and chips.
"So," grinned Judy at me, "we finally made it, we're actually having lunch together. See, I told you when we first met that it would be a good idea. What took us so long?"
"I haven't a clue." I replied. "It just seemed as though every time I thought of it I was already doing something else but, as you said, we're here at last, so let's enjoy ourselves. At the risk of repeating myself, you're looking very pretty today, Judy."
"Why thank you kindly." she replied with a blush and a grin. "You look pretty good yourself." With that, we each took a long draught of our ice cold cider, which stopped our breath for a few seconds. We would have to be careful, Strongbow cider is very strong, has a delicious kick, and we each had a pint to take care of!
As we waited for our fish and chips, we sipped our cider and chatted about our jobs. We both worked in the same field, so had a lot to talk about, had many friends and co-workers in common, so the time flew until the waitress returned with our meals in two wicker baskets.
We ate our food and continued sipping until we began to develop a buzz, and our conversation began to loosen up, becoming a lot more personal. Funny how alcohol does that to you!
It turned out that Judy was a long-time divorcée with two teenaged children. Well that puts paid to that, I thought, she's straight. Nevertheless I wondered, quite innocently, how she made out for sex. It turned out that she has a good friend, sex not specified, with whom she gets together from time to time, whenever the itch needs to be scratched
As we chatted we moved closer together on the seat until we were sitting, shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh. I was very surprised to feel her hand gently touch my leg now and then as she looked directly into my eyes, a smile on her lips. I think I mentioned earlier that Judy was very pretty, small, petite with small breasts. This latter point obviously bothered her, because from absolutely nowhere, she said "I so love your breasts, Anna, mine are just too small. I wish they were bigger."
When I'd caught my breath, I grinned at her and told her "Judy, I disagree with you, your breasts are just about perfect. Size isn't everything, and you're a small woman. They look beautiful to me."
"So, they're 'just about' perfect, are they? What do you think they need to make them perfect?" As she said this, she grinned evilly, and slid her fingers up my inner thigh until they were just grazing my by now very damp panties.
I took a deep breath. Damn, would a straight do that? "All I meant by 'just about, Judy," I stuttered, conscious that her roving fingers were causing my juices to flow copiously, "was that they haven't passed the touch and taste test, very important factors in establishing breast quality. Visually, they're beautiful, and if I partly close my eyes I can imagine them nestling in silk."
Judy burst out laughing. "Don't I wish! I buy plain, cotton underwear from the budget department store around the corner, and it does just fine. But silk does sound like fun. So, tell me more about the touch and taste test? It sounds quite intriguing."
"It's hard to explain." I grinned. "It's really much easier to demonstrate, but this isn't the most convenient place for that. People would be stacked up outside the window cheering us on. Maybe people we know and work with. And anyway, I wouldn't want to do anything that might offend you."
"You're right." giggled Judy. "That wouldn't work at all. But just for your information, Anna, I can't think of anything you might do that would offend me. So any other suggestions?" She squirmed on her seat and added, "You've got me very interested now, and I think I'm finding out just how absorbent cotton is! But everything has its limitations."
She was serious, and from the messages I was getting from between my legs, I was pretty serious too. With a perfectly straight face, I whispered in her ear, "You know the Holiday Inn a block away? Why don't we play hookey the rest of the afternoon and get a room. That way I can give your breasts their final examination and enjoy myself immensely, all in one swell foop. Sorry, too much cider, one fell swoop."
She looked at me, gave me a quick kiss, just brushing my lips and giggled. "You're cute. How fast can we get out of here? Do you need to call work to tell them you won't be back? I don't."
"I don't either." I replied. "We're out of here." We paid our bills at the bar, crossed the road, a traffic-free zone, and within five minutes had registered at the Holiday Inn and were entering our room. The receptionist hadn't even blinked when we signed in, which wasn't surprising as this area of cafes and restaurants doubled as a red light district, so guests arriving with no luggage and practically panting probably weren't too unusual.
We were both extremely nervous, although I suspected that we had both been thinking about this possibility long before we met today. I knew I had, and the signals I'd been receiving from Judy told me that she had too.
