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."