The telephone rang just as I was ready to go out for a day of shopping.
"Hello. HI Dana, so good to hear from you!
"I thought you had forgotten all about me since our so wonderful meeting two weeks ago."
"No, believe me, Arlene, I can never forget our time together. I have rerun the entire time over and over.
"I am taking the day off from work, no clients, no briefs or contracts today. May I meet you, come to your home, or perhaps just have lunch somewhere?
I flashed back to our first meeting, quite by chance at a local bookstore. She reached for a book I also wanted to look over.
Dana is a mid 40's professional, a lawyer, wife and mother. Prominent in the community, in fact I had recognized her from her photos in the Society pages of our newspapers, though did not mention it at the time. Elegant, even when dressed down in simple wool skirt and sweater, she seemed embarrassed to look over the book, I knew she could never buy it for herself and offered to make the purchase if she would come to my home to collect it. It was a paper bound volume of Lesbian Erotica with a history of that art and fiction from the mid 20th century to date of publication in 2002.
As she considered, looked me over with the skilled eye of someone accustomed to making quick decisions of importance, she hesitated. I felt her eyes take in my 5'8" frame, my simple cotton skirt and sleeveless blouse. She paused as she noticed my small breasts were barely visible beneath the dark green cotton.
I thought then she had taken me for a fellow bi curious married woman, somehow missing the fact I wear no rings, nor jewelry except for a simple rainbow pendant which at the time was tucked between my breasts blending with the green of my blouse.
"Please, Arlene?" she asked.
"Dana, I am taking a day for myself also, shopping at Southridge Mall. If you would care to join me? I would enjoy your company."
I admit, perhaps I seduced her, or felt her desires before they were fully formed in her psyche. The fact she was looking into specific fiction, or perhaps even more specific literature, or study material to satisfy a subconsious need, really was not my consideration when I made the offer. I am openly lesbian though, perhaps of the 'lipstick' variety. I wear my sexuality with pride.
When I invited her to my home I felt only a will to form a new friendship, I know we are from vastly different social strata, and the fact she is married was also a bar to feeling a lasting relationship could develop. I have had affairs with married women in the past, two in fact. Both ended badly, one in divorce, five losers in the bargain. I try to be a free spirit, lese faire, with no emotional entanglements. It has served me well in my 35 years, 17 as an identified sexual woman.
Coffee, showing her my library, the small art I have, released her desire.
Our first kiss was more a surprise to me than Dana.
We enjoyed a long afternoon of sexual exploration and demonstration.
Always present was her ring. That symbol of her vows to her husband, the bond with her two children. She reveled in the unbridled sensuality of our love making, but when she left, I knew I would either never hear from her, or have to make decisions about our potential commitments.
And today she telephoned.
As her trained and analytical mind took over her voice steadied.
"Yes, Arlene. I would be delighted to spend the day shopping with you."
"Shall we meet there?" I asked. Barring our meeting at my home, making it clear we shall shop and not be sidelined.
We agreed to meet at the entrance to the Boston Store. I expected it to take her at least an hour to drive from her northern surburb, but she said she was on her cell and nearly there.
I looked at myself in the full length mirror and decided to change clothes.
I found a mid calf silk skirt and matching blue blouse. I changed to blue thigh high nylons and French lace panties and bra. Sliding into a pair of slingback three inch heels I once again looked at myself in the mirror and nodded that I was satisfied that we would at least appear compatibly dressed. A wool serape around my shoulders and I set off to meet Dana, my auburn hair free in the late Spring breeze.
She was standing at the entrance of the Boston Store. I smiled as I noticed she was dressed down again. A linen suit, Prada purse and shoes not less than $300. A huge smile completed her ensemble.
"Dana, you are beautiful," I said as I took her hands in mine and kissed her lips at the entrance door.
I felt rather than saw her eyes dart around, but she relaxed and allowed our lips to linger, not overt, but perhaps a bit too long for a simple greeting.
We pushed into the busy store and started a pleasant day of power shopping.
Clothes, perfumes, stopping in tiny shops for potpourri and soaps, the day flew by.
Lunch had been at the food court, my treat.
Before leaving, Dana asked me to wait for her as she wanted to buy a little something at the mall jewelry store. I watched her from across the hallway, noticed her present her Black AMEX card. She received a small wrapped box and walked to me. We trod, tiredly, to the entrance and out into the late afternoon sunshine.
Our arms laden with packages, I walked with her to her silver Mercedes, she somehow managed to find her keys and released the trunk to receive her armload.
"You may as well put your packages in here too, Arlene. We are going to your home," she said with not a trace of doubt.
I dumped my parcels and bags into the spacious, ultraclean trunk with a little grunt. I turned to Dana and once again felt a welling of desire for her, casting aside those suspicions she was simply looking for a dalliance. What matter anyway? I was aroused, and felt an oozing looking into her deep blue eyes.
I took her into my arms and kissed her briskly, this time with no darting eyes, but a fully reciprocated deep kiss.
I turned and walked to my car two aisles over, the serape hiding my swaying hips somewhat, my silk skirt swishing against my nylon encased legs.
