We stayed like that for a long while. I was so turned on at that point, I think that I would have exploded in an orgasm just by touching my clit but I refrained. I wanted to save my energy for tonight. After a while, I disengaged myself from Ashlyn's embrace. I rose up off the couch and helped her stand. We both had to get ready for tonight. Grabbing the parcels as I walked by, I led her to the bedroom. She ran to the bathroom first to relieve herself and by the time she was finished, I had already unbuttoned my blouse, standing there in my skirt and bra. Ashlyn stopped short and just stood there, watching me as I undressed. I decided to give her a little show, making it a point to act as coy as I could. Turning away as I took off my bra, unzipping my skirt slowly, lowering it all the way down my legs and stepping out of it before reaching for my panties. I touched the fabric covering my crotch and was amazed at how wet I was. Removing my panties in the same manner as I had taken off my skirt, I turned around to face her. Ashlyn had a look of pure lust etched on her features. Her eyes were glazed over and I knew that all I had to do was lie down on the bed and she would bring me to orgasmic pleasures. But again, I decided to wait.
Picking a towel out of the hamper, I patted my pussy dry, my breath catching as the terry cloth rubbed my little nubbin. When I was finished, I handed her the same towel so that she too could wipe herself down. Then we started to dress. When we were finished, I touched up her makeup before putting on my face. I had selected a black gown for myself with green stilettos, purposefully contrasting, yet matching, her outfit. We both looked fantastic, almost like mother and daughter, when we stepped out of the house.
I handed the key to my car to the valet when he opened the door. He helped me out before running around and helping Ashlyn stand as well. I laughed silently to myself at her reactions. One could tell that she had never been treated this way, unaccustomed to high society. Showing the door greeter my invitation, his eyes got big as he read my name off the book he had. I gave him a wink and a smile, strolling confidently through the foyer, Ashlyn following behind. Stopping my pace, I offered her my arm and she meekly took it as we walked inside. A multitude of well dressed men and women greeted our sight, but my eyes scanned the room for the one person that mattered to me besides the young woman clinging to my arm. I found Brigit at last, surrounded by a throng of reporters and admirers, her platinum blonde hair nodding as she talked. I knew that I couldn't get close to her yet so I led Ashlyn around the room, admiring the paintings. She was in awe of the art before her, completely absorbed by the beauty hanging on the wall. I was watching her more than looking at the art, enjoying her being enraptured by it. Out of everyone here, I honestly believe she was the most sincere in her appreciation about what she saw around her. Her nipples were hard, a combination of the cool air and excitement as she studied each piece in detail. That's when I felt a touch on my shoulder.
Turning around, I faced the smiling visage of the creator of all of the wonderful paintings. Brigit shushed me before I could speak, pointing to Ashlyn, who was completely absorbed in the latest painting she was studying. I returned the smile, winked at Brigit and lightly tapped Ashlyn on the shoulder. I had to hold back my laughter as her expression went from rapture at the paintings to what can only be described as a deer in the headlights. Her eyes practically fell out of her head as I introduced her to her idol. Brigit beamed at the stunned girl and reached out, taking Ashlyn's hand in hers. She leaned down and kissed her hellos as Ashlyn blushed furiously.
"So Ashlyn," Brigit began, "Tammy here says that you are also an artist." Ashlyn mutely nodded, still shocked. I gently took her arm and disengaged her from Brigit's hand.
"Yes, and she is truly inspired by the female form. Just like you, my dear." Brigit turned to me with an expression of mild surprise, silently asking me if I meant what she thought I meant. I gave her a slight nod of affirmation and a smile.
"Well then, I would love to see some of your work. Would that be okay?" Ashlyn nodded again, a slight smile on her face which quickly turned to panic as she realized just as I did at that moment that we had forgotten the satchel at my home. Ashlyn looked like she was about to burst into tears as I explained to Brigit that her work was still at my place. "Oh, that's okay. I can just come over after we are finished if that is fine with you."
I smiled at Brigit, telling her that would be fine. She returned the smile, took Ashlyn's hand and pressed her lips against the girl's fingers and then turned to me. As we hugged each other close, Brigit whispered "I can't wait."
The night passed quickly yet, at the same time, agonizingly slow. Ashlyn stayed at my side as we mingled among the crowd. I don't know if she was aware of the appreciative looks that she received from both men and women. But I noticed them and smiled inwardly. This beautiful young woman was with me and I couldn't help but feel a little smug about it. At last, I turned to her as asked if she was ready to leave. She nodded her head and I flagged down a waiter to let him know that I needed my car brought up. We headed over to where Brigit was standing, again surrounded by a gaggle of people. We patiently waited our turn to say our goodbyes and as I leaned in to touch cheeks with her, I whispered that we would be waiting for her into her ear to which she quietly replied "My panties are soaked just thinking about it." She touched cheeks with Ashlyn and then I led the girl out the door to the waiting car.
Arriving back at my place, we changed out of our evening gowns into something a little more comfortable. I leant her some of my sleepwear which was just a little to big for her. That's okay. I thought to myself. We aren't going to be wearing it for long anyway. After fixing us a snack, Ashlyn and I sat in the living room and talked about all that had transpired tonight and what pleasures were to come. She was understandably nervous and I began to rub her shoulders to calm her down. She sighed and relaxed as I massaged the tension from her body. I continued my banter with her, keeping it light, purposefully avoiding anything too sexual as I wanted her to be calm, not all excited when Brigit finally arrived.
It was a little after midnight when that finally occurred. I went to answer her knock on the door dressed only in my lingerie. When I opened the door, Brigit grabbed me and kissed me hard on the lips. "God! I've been waiting all night to do that." she said when we finally came up for air. I laughed and took her coat. Underneath, she was wearing only her bra and panties. She wasn't kidding when she said she was soaked. I took her by the hand and led her to the living room to where Ashlyn was waiting for us. We both had a chuckle at her expression as she grabbed her satchel that was on the floor and held it in front of her, covering her body.
"First things first." I said as I gently pried away the leather case from Ashlyn's hands. I pulled out the paintings and showed them to Brigit who was, I know, suitably impressed. She didn't fake her reactions at the sight of the painting, being genuinely amazed at Ashlyn's skill.