Authors note: this is a personal story to me. It is fiction, but I put myself in the story. Why? Probably because it is written from one of my fantasies. Thank you for reading it. I hope you enjoy it.
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Let's see how should I start this tale? How about unoriginally? At the beginning of course.
Ok so I was having dinner at a nice restaurant. A little more upscale place than I would normally go to. So I had to ditch my normal jeans and t-shirt for a dress. I even put on makeup. So I am looking my best. I thought it would be a nice way to celebrate an accomplishment.
So you wonder what I look like. Well I am five foot seven inches tall. I am a size 10. Yes a curvy figure. My girls happen to be kind of between sizes. A large D cup or a smaller DD cup. I usually go with a D cup bra. I am constantly told I am beautiful, occasionally I am told that I am gorgeous. I am not conceited believe it or not.
My hair is two colors. I have shaved the sides and back, which I dyed blonde. The top is burgundy. The top is long enough for me to put in a three inch ponytail. So that is my hair. My eyes are a puppy dog brown. I have a nice tan thanks to nude sunbathing. And everyone seems to love my smile.
All and all, I think of myself as average. I am attracted to women, but I tend to be shy at first. So meeting a special someone is a bit harder for me.
So here I am eating a salad minding my own business. The restaurant is packed. The waitress comes up bringing my steak, when I hear, "Hello sweetheart. I know you didn't think I would make it, but I am here." I see a pair of black dress pants. My eyes trail upwards. She is wearing a turquoise silk blouse. My breath catches as I look in her dark brown eyes.
"Yes, I thought I would be dining alone. Have a seat" I say motioning to the other chair. I stand and pull out the chair for her to sit down. I smile and push the seat closer to the table. As I sit. She is ordering a glass of wine and asking for a menu. I sit back down. I carefully look at her while the waitress is putting down her silverware.
My new dinner guest has long black hair. An olive colored complexion. Beautiful thick lips. Her smooth skin makes me want to stroke her face. I notice the cleft in her chin before looking back at my food. Once the server has left, I decide to introduce myself. "Hello, I am Desiree." She smiles "I am Sofia. Thank you for let me sit with you. My sugar was starting to drop, and I didn't feel like waiting an hour to be seated."
I noticed a slight accent as she talked. Maybe French? I begin eating my salad. I notice she is eyeballing my steak. I slice it into bite size pieces. I offer her a bite. She smiles and takes the steak in her mouth. I try not to let my mouth drop open as I watch the fork slide out from her lips.
I push my plate with my main course towards her. "Eat some. I don't want you passing out on me." I say with a lump in my throat. I don't watch her eat. I feel my panties beginning to get soaked, and my nipples push against my bra. Sofia is killing me without even knowing it.
The waitress comes back with a menu and Sofia orders the same steak dinner I am having. She pushes my plate back to me. "Thank you. I was starving. They should have my food out to me soon I hope." I smile and nod. I try to keep my eyes on the plate. I don't want to stare at her. At this point I am doing good not to be drooling.