My Search

It was seven o'clock on a busy Friday night and I'd been on shift for two hours when Nita walked into

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, the bar I work in so that I can make some money to top up my meagre savings and student loan. Catching my eye, she said, "Hi Cam. The usual please. How are things?"

As I picked up a wine glass from the shelf behind me, grabbed a cold bottle of Sauvignon Blanc from the fridge and started pouring, I said, "Yeah pretty good. Had a rough day at college so it's nice to wind down here. I know, it's weird that doing some work is winding down. How about you?"

I handed her the glass and she said, "Same old same old. Doing tax returns and company accounts." Nita has a small accountancy practice in town. She's a regular at

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and a genuinely lovely person.

As usual for a Friday she'd finished work, gone home, changed, eaten dinner and come out. I guess she came in two or three times a week. Tonight she was wearing pale skinny jeans and a body hugging, red, long sleeved polo-neck sweater which emphasised her generous bosom.

Nita, real name Nyrita, is of Indian descent, her parents are first generation immigrants, but she rebelled against her upbringing and fully embraced British culture. She has long, straight black hair, usually parted in the middle, dark eyes you could get lost in, and a beautiful; figure. I had got to know her about six months previously when I had first started working in the bar. I couldn't help but notice her that first time. She was wearing jeans as usual and a figure hugging low cut cream tee with a dark blue wool shrug. Compared to my meagre B cup boobs hers were, I estimated, at least a D. I tried to focus on her face as I served her that first time. It wasn't easy.

She'd said, in her educated English accent, "I don't think I've seen you behind the bar before. I'm Nita." She held out her hand and I reached over the bar and took it in mine, saying, "Camille, but most of my friends call me Cam. Yeah, it's my first shift."

My first guess was that she was maybe in her early thirties. Ever since I can remember I've had a thing for older women. I'm not completely sure why, but I can make a few informed guesses. Although I'm out to my family, that is mum, dad, my little sister Ginny and a few close friends including my house mates, I don't tend to let it be widely known. Reactions can vary as I'm sure you can imagine.

I'm twenty one and studying for a BA in Fine Art and Art History with a plan to do a Masters and, hopefully, then a PhD. As well as bar work I do odd bits of commissioned work for a local marketing agency. Like Nita I have long black hair and a slight natural tan. Mum says she thinks it's because one of my birth parents was Spanish.

Yes, I'm adopted but my parents never showed any less love for me than Ginny. They'd been told that they probably couldn't have children and so they had gone for adoption. I was six months old when they took me in and not long after mum had fallen pregnant, so I have a sister who is eighteen months younger than me. We had all the usual sibling rivalry, but are just the best friends. She was the very first one I told I thought I might be gay. I was sixteen and she was fourteen. All she had to say was,

'Cool. Wait 'til I tell my friends!'

I'd told her that she absolutely should not. For now it was our secret.

Over the time I've been working in

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I've got to know Nita really well, at least on the surface. We sometimes go out to other bars with a small group of friends and we often end up chatting in a corner.

A few weeks previously I'd been working when Nita walked in and, after serving her, she'd asked me, "When will you get off tonight?"

I smiled, raised my eyebrows and whispered, "Well, I usually wait until I get home and back to my bedroom. Why do you ask?"

She actually blushed and then laughed. "No, no! I meant... oh, god. You're making fun of me."

I giggled. "Sorry, couldn't resist. I'm off at eight, as it happens. Got something in mind?"

"Just wondered if you fancy a drink at that new bar in town. A change of scenery, you know?"

I had been a little surprised and wondered if she had seen through my mask and was coming on to me. I readily agreed and was somewhat disappointed when all we did was go and just have some drinks and a few laughs.

I had tried to broach the subject of her sexuality by asking about any potential boyfriends. She'd laughed ruefully. "Sadly not at the moment. Broke up with my last one about a year ago. Not my choice. He had decided to trade me in for some bimbo with big boobs and blonde hair."

I had smiled wryly at that. "Hey, don't do yourself down, Nita. You have fabulous boobs."

She just replied, "Thanks. They can be a curse at times, you know. I sometimes quite like the looks I get but I like to work out. Then they can be a real pain."

It was that evening that I found out that she was older than I'd thought. She was approaching her fortieth birthday. This didn't help my crush at all.

When I got back to my place, a house I share with three other girls, I went straight to my bedroom and did exactly what I'd told Nita I would do. I undressed, lay on my bed and using my fingers on my swollen clit, brought myself to a delicious orgasm, imagining Nita lying naked next to me and watching her as she played with herself. I knew that I wasn't in with a chance, but it still turned me on to think about her. I imagined her to have a bush of black hair and my own fingers stroked my bald mound as I brought myself to a slow, wonderful release.

So, on this Friday night, once we'd exchanged pleasantries, I noticed she looked a little troubled.

"What's up, Nita? Something worrying you"

She looked up and smiled weakly. "Yeah, sort of. No big deal. I want to go to an annual networking event that's happening tomorrow night. It's a sort of cocktail party and the invite says

'plus one'

. Last year I took my loser boyfriend. I don't want to take any of the guys from work. They're either married or boring. I've left it to the last moment, but I just feel I should take someone."

I thought for a moment. "I could come. Pretend to be your daughter or something."

She looked into my eyes, "These are people from my wider business network. They don't know I have a daughter."

I was confused. "You... you have a daughter? Why didn't you ever tell me?"

She laughed. "Sorry. Bad phrasing. I mean they know I don't have a daughter."

Partly teasing I said, "Okay. Well how about we pretend I'm your girlfriend? That could be fun. And I'm sure a couple of old lechers would put some business your way if they imagined us being together." I laughed to show her I was being silly.

She laughed with me but then cocked her head to one side. "You know, that could be fun! Do you have, like, a really elegant or smart dress?"

She was seriously considering it? Colour me shocked! "That depends," I replied, "How posh is it going to be? I don't have a ball gown and tiara. What will you be wearing?"

"A nod to my heritage. A sari. Not with all the headdress nonsense. But I like wearing it."

I shook my head. "Best I can do is my little black dress. Not sure it would go with a sari."

She shook her head. "No, that would be perfect. My younger girlfriend is a little rebellious. I like it. Okay. Are you sure about this?"

I wasn't sure. I was certain. A chance to spend an evening with the object of my fantasies pretending to be her girlfriend? Who wouldn't. "If you're sure, I'm in."

"Brilliant. It will make what could have been a boring evening so much better. I'll get the car to pick you up at six, if that's okay? It will already have picked me up, so you won't be alone."

"Sure. Hold on. Let me give you my address."

I duly picked up a pen from behind me and used a kitchen order pad to write the details down.

As I handed it over she said, "Thanks, Cam. This means a lot. Okay. Now, let me buy you a drink."

We're allowed to accept drinks from customers, so I smiled and said, "Thank you, Nita. I'll have a rum and coke."

I poured myself the drink and then carried on serving. Nita left about an hour later, blowing me a kiss. "See you tomorrow, darling," she said and then winked at me.

My shift passed quickly enough and it was time for home. I entered the house and went through my cupboard and found my LBD. It clearly needed pressing, which I could do in the morning. I was excited about the following evening and when I climbed under my duvet I went through a fantasy of being seduced by Nita at the end of the evening. I imagined her removing my dress and kissing me deeply, her fingers stroking between my legs. As I worked through it my own fingers danced over my engorged clit. I was soaking wet and I parted my legs, sliding a finger from my left hand into my entrance and flicking my clit with the fingers of my right hand. My first orgasm was almost immediate and intense, flowing up through my body as I imagined her next to me once more, watching. I came two more times before finally dropping off to sleep.

The following day was a bit of a blur. I had an assignment I wanted to finish so that I could have Sunday completely to myself. I did the work and then had a late lunch before getting my LBD out and going into the utility room where I started ironing it out. As I was doing this, Jennifer, one of my housemates, came in and looked at what I was doing.

"Hey Cam. Watcha up to? Got a hot date tonight?"

I smiled. "Hi Jen. No, just helping a friend out. She needs a plus one and I've been roped in."

"Oh. Sounds fun! Anyone I know? I assume it's a

'she'

?"

As I said, all my housemates know I'm gay. It would be impossible to hide from them on the very rare occasions I brought someone back for the night. They're all good with it.

"No. She's a regular at the bar. Not even gay. We're just going to pretend she is."

She laughed. "Now

that

sounds like fun. Okay. I'm off into town. Have fun tonight!"

With that she walked down the hall and I heard the door open and then close.

I went back up to my room with my dress and hung it up. As I was doing this my phone rang. I picked it up and saw it was mum.

I quickly answered. "Hi mum!"

Her warm voice filled me as she said, "Cemille, love. Just checking in. How are things? How's Uni?"

"Busy but good busy. I finished an assignment today so I've got Sunday free. How are you and dad? How's Ginny doing?"

"We're just fine, love. Ginny's doing really well at her college." Ginny's the clever one. She's doing Maths at Cambridge. "She's really enjoying it. You should give her a call. I know she misses you. What are your plans for the evening? Lesbian bar and too much to drink?"

I love my mum so much. She never judges me. "Well, I've got a sort of date. Going to some fancy cocktail party."

"Oh? And who is the lucky girl?"

I didn't mention our age difference. "Oh, I'm just helping a friend out. She's straight but needs a plus one so we're going to pretend to be a couple."

Mum laughed warmly. "That sounds like a hoot. You're sure she's straight?"

"Mum! Yes. Totally."

"But you wish she wasn't?"

Mum knows me too well. "Well. Maybe," I admitted.

"Well, just enjoy the evening. Have you had any more thoughts on your

'search'

?"

When I'd turned eighteen mum and dad had made it clear that it was okay if I tried to find my birth parents. It had become known as my

'search'

. Quotes included. I admit I was sort of scared by the idea. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know them. What if they'd had me adopted because they hated children? I'd been a mistake. Hundreds of different horrible scenarios played out, so I just kept deferring it but, every once in a while, mum or dad would poke me about it.

"Not really. Maybe when I graduate and I have more time."

I could hear the warmth in mum's voice as she said, "Okay love. It's always up to you, you know that. We won't think anything less of you either way."

"I know mum. Thanks." I looked at the time. It was just after four. "I have to finish getting ready for my date mum. Talk soon! Love you!"

"Love you too, Camille. Enjoy your evening!"

I had almost two hours. I decided on a shower, and went through to the bathroom. The water was reviving and I washed my hair and body, shaved my armpits and checked if I needed to shave my bits. I know nobody was going to see anything, but I don't like the feel of stubble, so I sat on the floor and lathered and shaved, just to be on the safe side. After drying myself I wrapped a towel around me, picked up my clothes and headed back to my room. I have a dressing table and mirror which I sat at while I dried and brushed my hair. Then I applied a little subtle eye shadow and topped up my mascara. I added some small, wide silver hoop earrings.

Next I thought about underwear. I hate tights and the dress was too short for stockings, only just covering my modesty, so I decided on bare legs. I picked out some brief, black panties and decided on going without a bra. The dress is long sleeved, with a full back and curved, low cut front and material from a bra might have poked out. I don't need much support, to be honest. I slipped on the panties and slid the dress over my head. It's stretchy and form fitting except for the slightly flared skirt so there are no zips to worry about. Once I had it on I got out my black, open toe stiletto heels.

I looked at my phone again. It was almost six! Where had the time gone? I grabbed my phone, popped it in my small, silver shoulder bag, along with my keys and some cash, then, carrying my heels, went downstairs into the communal lounge. I had just fastened my shoes when I heard a knock at the door.

Standing carefully, I walked out into the hall and down, opening the door to find Nita standing there in the most beautiful outfit I think I'd ever seen. It was wrapped over one shoulder, the other shoulder being bare, and swept around and around. It was a diaphanous blue and full length.

I was pleasantly surprised when she kissed me, albeit briefly. "Wow, Cam. You look gorgeous! So, come on, girlfriend, let's go." She suddenly leaned forward and whispered, "Our driver, Kat, works for the organisers, so our charade begins immediately."

I smiled and whispered back, "Got it." Out loud I said, "Come on then, darling."

She took my hand and as she turned I could see that at the back the material was tied into a giant bow with two long ribbons hanging down almost to the ground.

There was a fancy car there with a woman driver standing next to the back door. She was wearing a proper chauffeur outfit, including a cap.

As we approached she opened the door saying, "Good evening Miss Camille. If you'll please get in."

I said "Thank you... Kat, isn't it?" I carefully sat on the soft leather seat and swung my legs around, protecting my modesty as much as possible. Kat said,

"You're welcome, ma'am." and closed the door.

Nita got in on the other side and Kat got in the driver's seat and we headed off.

Nita surprised me when she took my hand in hers and squeezed. "So, darling, are you excited? By the way, that dress is amazing but I'd be careful if you sit down. It's short enough to reveal your difference."

I laughed. "Oh I know all about that. I'll be careful... darling. Your outfit is stunning. I don't think I've seen it in your wardrobe before. How on earth do you not wear a bra?"

She squeezed my hand, "Oh, I exercise a lot and try to keep in shape. So...

are

you excited at our first public outing? I think it will be fun. I want to see the looks on their faces when we walk in."

I smiled at her. "In my experience it can be mixed."

She raised a quizzical eyebrow and I realised I'd let on I had knowledge of just this scenario. She brushed over it. "I'm sure this group will be too polite."

We continued chatting idly about our day as we drove out to what turned out to be a country hotel. It looked to be Georgiann and quite grandiose. Once there Kat opened our doors for us and wished us a good evening.

We walked up the stone steps leading to a large front door. Nita handed one of the guys on the entrance her invite and we were told to walk across the hall into the salon just ahead. As we walked, Nita hooked her arm and I obliged by pushing my arm through hers.

We entered a large room, set out with tables of food and drink. As we entered we were offered a flute of bubbly, which we took and walked in. There seemed to be about sixty or so people there already. Nita said, "Oh. There's Reg and Dot. You must meet them... darling."

We walked over to a well dressed, middle aged couple. Nita unlinked our arms and held out her hand. "Reggie, Dororthy. So lovely to see you."

They each took her hand and shook it. "Hello, Nita. Glad you could make it." He looked at me and said, "And... your sister?"

Nita laughed. "No, silly. This is Camille. She's my girlfriend."

The look of surprise on both their faces was a picture and I had to suppress a giggle.

Reg blustered a little but rallied quickly. "Well, yes. Of course. Welcome, Camille. Lovely to meet you. Any... uh... friend of Nita's is a friend of ours."

We chatted with them, and other people came and went in the conversation. Nita handed out quite a few business cards, so something was working.

At one point I noticed our drinks were empty and, ever the barmaid, I said, "Nita, darling, may I get you a refill?"

She surprised me by placing a soft kiss on my cheek and saying, "That would be wonderful, my love. Thank you."

I walked over to one of the servers only to find Reggie there, also replenishing.

"So... Camille, wasn't it?... How long have you and Nita um... been together."

We were walking back in her direction so I called out, "Nita, my love, how long have we been dating?"

I loved her so much in that moment because, without missing a beat, she turned and smiled, looked at the giant grandfather clock at the end of the room and said, "Assuming that clock is correct, it's thirty four days one hour and twenty five minutes since our first kiss."

I turned to Reggie. "My girlfriend, the accountant. Trust her to know it to the minute. It's one of the many reasons I fell in love with her. I'm no good with figures."

"Oh, and what is it you do, Camille?" Reggie asked.

I didn't want to reveal our age difference so I half lied, "I work for a marketing agency but on the creative side."

"Oh, how fascinating. I'm sure you're very good at it."

The evening carried on in this way. We mostly stuck with each other, often holding hands. I ended up a little way from her and was talking to a couple of guys who were something to do with construction when, finally, Nita came and rescued me, saying, "I think we should go, my love. You need to have an early night."

I was ready to go, but not ready to stop our game. "I do?"

She raised her brows and said, "Yes. Remember? You have that assignment to finish?"

One of the guys said, "Your agency makes you work on a Sunday? Wow. That's harsh."

I hadn't told Nita about my slight subterfuge so I took her hand and said, "Yes, well, I'm ambitious. It's a new advertising campaign and I need to get the artwork right. Do we have to call a cab, darling?"

"No, darling, I called Kat. She should be here any minute. Let's go."

We walked out into the cool night air and, as promised, there was our car. As Kat got out, Nita said, "Thank you Kat. Sorry I keep messing with your schedule. Cam, darling, do you want us to drop you off at your place or would you like a glass of something at my place?"

As I carefully climbed into the car I said, "That sounds wonderful, my love. I can always walk back to mine." This was a lie. There was no way I was walking any distance in my stilettos.

Kat dropped us at Nita's house, which turned out to be a lovely little, detached, two story stone cottage on the outskirts of the city. We thanked Kat and she drove off as we approached Nita's front door. She fished out her keys and we went into the entrance hall and I followed her through to the kitchen, admiring her beautiful shape from behind.