Laura was standing at the kitchen counter making dinner thinking about her son and his girlfriend. She really liked Nancy and they got along very well. She liked being friends with the younger woman and had enjoyed going to the ballet with her. She didn't understand their relationship though. That night had been so different and so sexual that it embarrassed her. But Nancy acted like nothing ever happened. She didn't speak of it and Laura didn't know how to bring it up again.
A few weeks had passed by. Nancy and her son came in while she was cooking. Her son was like most boys and said hi but didn't notice much. Nancy came around and looked at all the food and complimented her on it and talked about how much she was looking forward to eating.
But then she stopped and looked behind Laura. Nancy then flipped up Laura's skirt and made a disapproving noise. "I don't like those Laura. The meal is delicious looking and you are wearing a boring choice. Maybe no one can tell but I will know. Wait five minutes then go to your room and I'll have something you can wear picked out."
Nancy walked off leaving Laura speechless. It was just strange that the younger woman would even do that and then think she could order Laura around or tell her what to wear. Who did she think she was?
In a few minutes, Nancy came back, gave her boyfriend a kiss on the couch and walked back to the kitchen. "Okay, I'll watch the food. Go."
The whole time Laura was walking up the stairs she was angry. She was angry and surprised. She decided she was curious too. That's why she was going. But she would have to talk to Nancy about this. On the bed, laid out nicely, were a pair of panties. Laura removed her pink cotton pair and tried on the pair Nancy had picked from her dresser. They were green and silk. As she put them on she thought about how silly it was. Green silk panties with dinner with her son and his girlfriend. What was the point? She wasn't even sure why she was doing it. She stared at herself in the mirror and spent a minute or two rubbing the front of them and admiring them. She liked them and they were sexy but no one could see. It was silly for Nancy to even care.
She walked back into the kitchen and had no idea what to say so she didn't say anything. She just started putting food in dishes. Laura came up behind to help. Her hand lifted Laura's skirt and rubbed the back of the panties before sliding underneath and moving one finger along the front and back again. The she didn't do anything else except say, "good girl," and take dishes to the table and sit.
Nothing else was said and Laura was distracted. She finally realized they were talking about her. Her son was saying, "Mom, I know you'll go again so I don't have to. It's such a chick thing, ballet, it's the same as torture for a guy and I bet it would probably bore me to death, completely to death. I can't. Thanks, Mom"
Nancy smiled. "Okay, Laura, your son stood me up so we'll have to go by ourselves. Maybe we'll pick up ballet studs and have a wild night."
Laura laughed and her son did too. "Oh, yeah, I'm worried. There's probably like two guys at the whole ballet and they aren't your type."
It was a nice night after Laura forgot about the panties and the weird way she ended up in them. Nancy left soon after dinner. She called out "see you, Tuesday night." She almost left and then came back for her keys and leaned over to Laura and whispered, "wear them to bed." Then she left.
As Laura lay in bed thinking about the ballet again, she couldn't believe what Nancy said and why she was wearing the green panties to sleep. It wasn't like Nancy could tell and had any right to tell her something weird anyway.
By Tuesday night, she mostly forgot. Nancy had told her they'd change at the hotel and she bought them matching outfits so just pack clothes for tomorrow to come home. So she had a small bag and they drove down. Laura wanted to talk about the last time. "Nancy, I know this won't be like last time and I think that's good. I don't know what to say."
Nancy smiled as they pulled up to the hotel and they went in. "Laura, of course it won't be the same. It's not the same ballet or even the same ballet company. They're more of a dance ensemble. This will be much more low-key.I packed different clothes, not even formal. Don't worry, let's just relax."
They got to their room and Nancy opened their bags and laid out an outfit for Laura to wear. It seemed strange for the younger woman to be picking clothes but it also felt natural for some reason. Nancy didn't speak about the clothes and Laura just put them on. There were matching panties and bra. They were both pretty. The bra was silk and lace and a very pure white with matching panties, almost all silk with just a hint of lace.
The rest of the outfit wasn't formal but was nice. A simple skirt in a subtle black and white pattern matched well with a white blouse with small flowers. It was a nice outfit, not boring but not exciting.
Nancy came out of the bathroom ready to go looking great. She didn't look any more dressed up but she was wearing a blue wrap dress which looked great on her.
They walked downstairs and stopped in the bar. "We have an hour before the dance starts so let's get a quick drink."
It was early and the bar wasn't busy yet. The waitress came over and took their order for two glasses of wine. When she brought them back, she asked if they were interested in food because hot food wasn't available for a half hour yet.
The waitress was somewhere close to Laura's age and looked at the older woman when she asked. Nancy looked at her nametag and said, "No, Kate, we're just having a quick drink before I take my friend Laura to a show. If she's a good girl, I'll bring her back and we'll make it up to you with a nightcap to close the night."
The waitress looked carefully between the two women and smiled but didn't say anything. The whole encounter and the way Nancy talked made Laura turn red but she soon forgot about it.
