It was Friday. At last. I was excited and nervous in equal measure. The weekend before I'd finally plucked up the courage to ask Christine out on a date. We'd been with a group of mutual friends and we had, as often happened, separated ourselves from the group. I was due to fly to Dublin for a short break the next day and Christine was asking about what I was planning on doing.
"Oh, you know. All the usual tourist things. Trinity, The Guinness brewery tour, just taking in the sights and sounds."
She'd got a wistful look in her eyes and, in her beautiful French accent had asked, "When will you return, ma belle amie?"
"Friday. Hey. Christine, how would you like to go out on Friday night? Just the two of us."
She blushed and her eyes lit with excitement. "Oh! Yes. I'd love to. You mean... like a date?"
I put my hand on her wrist, leaned into her ear and whispered, "Exactly like a date, if you'd like that?"
She nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, Anna, I'd love it."
So that was it. I'd suggested we meet at six in a wonderful local bar called
Sherali
. The weather was set to be warm and so when I got home I phoned and asked to book a table for two out on the deck. It's a bar owned by a lesbian couple, Sherry and Alison, and it was Alison who'd answered the phone.
She asked me if I had any special requirements and I told her if possible I'd like a table apart from others, overlooking the river.
With a smile in her voice she'd said, "Oh! Do I gather there might be some romantic interest, Anna?"
I'd merely replied, "Hopefully."
It was all booked and the following day I'd flown off to Dublin and had quite a wonderful week, during which Christine and I often texted each other.
Christine and I had known each other for a couple of months by that point. We both knew about each others' sexuality because we'd been introduced by a mutual friend who'd let us both know about the other. Christine is all French elegance. She is slender, around the same height as me as well as the same age, we're both in our mid forties, and always dresses well, even when she's being casual. She has short black hair styled in an elegant, ragged pixie cut.
We'd become firm friends almost immediately and I often had tummy butterflies at the thought of hopefully seeing her when I went out and, it seemed to me, that she also sought me out in our group of friends.
I got back home from the airport and unpacked. For travelling I'd worn jeans, tee shirt and a crop jacket. That would not be good enough for my date. I stripped off, dropped my clothes in the laundry basket, and walked naked through to the bathroom. I used the loo and then got into the shower. I let the warm water run through my long, wavy red locks and washed away the dirt that somehow always accumulates when one travels. I thought about what I would wear that evening. I wondered what Christine would wear. Something elegant and sexy I was sure. The thought of her brought tingles to my pussy. I imagined what she would look like naked. Her breasts were slightly smaller than mine, and I imagined stiff, pink nipples. I wondered if she was, like me, clean shaven down there.
As I imagined her body I let my hand wander down to my clit and started circling myself, leaning back against the shower wall as the warmth swept up through me. I could feel a rush from my clit which filled my pussy and felt the gush of my wetness increase as the beautiful feelings started to crescendo. I imagined Christine's soft lips on mine, kissing me as my orgasm built. I fondled my right breast with my other hand and as the feelings suddenly crashed further up I tweaked my erect nipple and that pushed me over. The pleasure ran through my whole body and I cried out in joy at the release.
As I recovered I let out a long, slow breath and eventually completed my shower, thoroughly washing everywhere so that I was pristine for Christine.
After drying myself and my hair I went back through to the bedroom and opened my wardrobe. Rifling through my dresses on the rack I came across what I felt was the perfect one. It's light and dark chocolate with long, bell sleeves. It has two cross ties at the front, one about mid breast, the other a little lower with the whole opening almost down to my tummy. I laid it on the bed and picked out a lacy, black g-string, stepping into it and pulling it up and into place.. For this dress a bra would show up, so I didn't bother trying to pick one out. I knew from past experience that Christine rarely wears a bra. She often wears sheer, cheesecloth translucent tops and I had often caught a glimpse of a dent where her nipples clearly were. I would later find out that I should be honoured by this fact. I also didn't bother with tights. The weather was warm enough that I didn't need them.
I pulled the dress over my head and wiggled into it. Standing in front of my full length mirror I did the ties up, leaving a gap of three or four centimetres. I checked the length. It comes to just above mid thigh and I thought maybe heels would be a good idea to complete the ensemble. I picked out some velvet green, stiletto court shoes. The contrast of the green and the brown looked good, at least to my eye.
I checked the time. I still had thirty minutes before I'd need to book an Uber, there was no way I was walking all the way to
Sherali
in heels, so I sat and brushed my hair out, put on some subtle green eyeshadow, touched up my mascara and picked out large, delicate silver hoop earrings. I added a couple of my dress rings, one with a faux green emerald to match my eyes and shoes, the other just a plain silver band. I put them on my left and right index fingers. Finally, I picked up my small silver shoulder bag with my keys, cards and phone and dropped it over my shoulder, crossing my chest.
I was ready. I just had time for a calming glass of white wine, which I duly poured into a glass in the kitchen. I was so excited to see Christine. She'd been in my thoughts all week and now the time had almost come.
I sat at my kitchen island, fished my phone out and booked a taxi. It said I had five minutes so I sipped on my wine until I saw it was coming up the road towards my house.
I walked carefully through my small hallway and out, locking the door behind me as the cab pulled up. I was as excited as a girl going to her prom as I climbed in. Less than ten minutes later we pulled up outside
Sherali
and I thanked the driver as I got out into the warm evening air, took a deep breath and walked into the spacious and tastefully appointed bar. Sherry was behind the bar and I walked up. She is in her late thirties with long, wavy brown hair and a very friendly, welcoming demeanour, a useful trait for someone who owns a bar.
"Hi, Sherry. I've got a table booked. Is it the one in the corner outside?"
She grinned. "Hi Anna, love. Not only is it that one but your guest is already here." She lowered her voice, "She's gorgeous!" Back in her normal voice she said, "She already bought you a glass of Chardonnay. Go on out and I'll bring it through."
I swallowed. My tummy butterflies kicked in and I walked carefully across the wooden floor and out into the evening sunshine. I saw her immediately. She was sitting there, all elegance and beauty. She saw me at the same moment and sprang to her feet, revealing her wonderful dress. It was a pale orange halter neck cut almost hip high on one side and calf length on the other. I noticed she had flat sandals on as she practically ran over to me.
My heels gave me a slight height advantage. She took my hands in hers and went up on her toes as we gave each other a kiss on each cheek before she said, "Anna! Welcome home ma belle amie! You look wonderful. So beautiful. Come and sit."
I smiled as she didn't let go of one hand as she led me back. I saw that the back of her dress was completely open, down to the base of her spine. She led me to our table which, as I'd requested, was off in the corner away from the other tables.
The table was oblong and they'd helpfully arranged for both of our chairs to be on the same, longer side. Someone, I suspected Christine, had arranged the chairs so that they were facing each other. I was happy with that arrangement. A few seconds later Sherry came out with my wine and left us to it.
Christine lifted her glass. "To the return of my beautiful friend. I'm so happy to see you."
I lifted my glass and we touched them together and took a sip each, our eyes meeting and locking together, our grins of happiness broadening. Looking at the top of her dress I noticed the distinct bumps of her nipples. I looked down and noticed that Christine had crossed her elegant, bare legs and that her dress had opened up a little. The cut on the left was so high that I guessed she either had a very high thong or no panties at all. She noticed me looking and, without a word, pulled the dress slightly to one side, revealing her bare, shaved mound for a second. My tummy butterflies now seemed to have migrated to my pussy and clit. I hoped they didn't drown in my wetness.
"Anna? Is everything okay? You seem a little... distracted."
I looked back up at her. "Well, I was just admiring the view. Sorry. I'll try to focus but I can't promise. So, how was your week? What have you been up to?"
She sighed. "I... it was okay. I spent a lot of time thinking about this woman who... what am I thinking. You've just been on 'oliday. 'ow was it?"
