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Thursday Evening - The Writer's Dinner
We picked up our handbags and headed down and then out onto the street. The sun was out and the air was wonderfully warming.
I knew exactly where to head and it was within easy reach.
"Okay Angel, let's head for Oxford Street. With all its lovely little side streets we're bound to find something perfect for you."
I instinctively went to hold her hand and felt her draw back and then, on second thoughts, put her hand in mine.
"Lead on, Sorceress. I am in the capable hands of my beautiful, personal shopper. With your eye for clothing I'm looking forward to seeing what you have in mind."
I squeezed her hand and, as we walked on, I said, "You're okay with being seen holding my hand, Angel? I felt your indecision. How far you've come in just a few wonderful days."
She squeezed back, "If we were in Zambia," and at the mention of her home I felt that little lurch in my stomach, "I would never do this. You have shown me that here it is possibly acceptable."
As we walked we received the odd glance, which I'm used to after so many years of being out, but the twenty minute walk went without any real incident. When we arrived at the end of Oxford Street we happily walked, still hand in hand, just window shopping and looking for inspiration. We went into a couple of promising looking stores but found nothing that particularly jumped out at either of us but then, as we were walking past one of the more upmarket shops I stopped and stared at one of the mannequins in the window.
"Angel... that one. It is you. It's perfect."
She stared at it for a moment and said, "Oh my, Anna.. Yes. I love it."
It was a sleeveless, yellow-gold, high waist dress with a slight flare, just past knee length and a black, white and yellow horizontal stripe design on the last half of the skirts, finishing with a wide, black hem. It looked gorgeous.
"Come on," I said, leading her through the large glass doors, "let's go and see if they've got one in your size."
We weaved our way through the racks and eventually had to ask an assistant who led us towards the back of the shop. Angela wasn't sure about UK dress sizes, but I judged her to be a ten or twelve at most so we picked out two in the right sizes and headed for the changing rooms, carrying one each.
When we got there the assistant handed us each a token with a number one on it and I realised she thought we were each going to try on the same dress.
"Um, actually, these are both for my friend. She's not sure what English size she is so she's trying them both on and I'm just here to help her get into them."
She smiled, "No problem, madam, but just keep the two tokens because if you come out and someone else is here they will expect a token from each of you."
I smiled back, "Oh, yes. Of course. That makes sense. Thank you."
We passed into the changing room area and the first one on the left was open so we walked in and closed the door behind us, making sure it was locked. Angela hung the two dresses up on one of the hooks and then turned and we automatically fell into each other's arms and kissed, pulling each other close, our tongues stroking each other. There was a delicious urgency about this, our first passionate kiss outside of my room or the hotel lift.
After what must have been at least a minute we pulled back and, once again, I took in my Angel's beautiful face. Her big brown eyes looking at me and her full, dark mouth glistening from our kisses. Without a word I started unbuttoning her blouse, starting at the top and working slowly down, revealing her black bra, her beautiful, dark mounds tempting me to place a gentle kiss on the exposed skin.
I undid her jeans and undid the zip, pulling them down, revealing her black, cotton panties which, I noticed, had a slight wet patch between her legs. I could even see the little bump that her clit made in the soft material. I had to resist the temptation to undress her completely.
"Sit down Angel, I need to take your sneakers off."
There was a chair on the wall with the door in, and mirrors on all the others. I caught our reflection, adoring once more the vision I would never tire of, the contrast in our colours. I leaned forward and kissed her briefly, then looked to one side and saw the wonderful balance of my red hair against her dark colouring. It looked like flames of heat against her skin.
"I love the look of us together, Angel," I said softly.
She stared and our eyes locked in the reflection and she said, "I love everything about us, Sorceress. I love
you
Anna."
My heart skipped a beat. I knew I loved her, and now she'd said it. Amazingly,
she
had been the first to say it. I stared back at us in the mirror, then turned to look at her directly.
"And I love you, Angel. With all my heart. You are a part of me."
My eyes filled with tears of joy and I noticed little pools in the bottom of her eyes as she blinked those chocolate brown lids.
She said, "I am so happy right now. I didn't know I could be this happy. I love you so much."
We kissed again and I became aware that we were taking rather too long and should probably get on with dressing my Angel.
I leaned down and slipped her sneakers off, and then slid her jeans down and off, dropping them next to the chair.
I stood and she stood with me and I grabbed the size ten, taking it from its hanger and holding it down. She stepped into it and I pulled it up and over her thighs then up over her arms. I went round the back and started sliding the zip up but it was a little tight and, even with some pulling and rearranging, it became clear it wasn't quite the right size for her.
"Sorry, Angel. I'm not complaining, you understand, but your tits are too big."
She giggled and said, "I thought as much. Even my Sorceress couldn't make me slimmer."
"You are a perfect shape and size Angel. I love every curve and line of you. I love
you
," I said, wanting and needing to say it once more so I could hear it.
As I slid the dress down she said, "I know, Sorceress. You are perfect for me, too. That's why I love you."
We'd said it twice each now and this time it felt deeper and stronger.
I put the size ten back on the hanger and took the size twelve down, once again holding it for her to step into, sliding it up and over her perfect body. This time the zip went up smoothly and I could see her in the mirrors. It was the most perfect dress for my Angel.
She looked breathtaking. The yellow-gold contrast with her colouring was almost too good to be true.
"Oh Angel, I adore that. Please tell me you do, too?"
She looked at herself and then did a twirl which made the hem fly out and up. It was such a beautiful sight.
"I love it, Sorceress. I knew my personal shopper wouldn't let me down."
I suddenly thought of something. "I have the perfect dress for me to wear. It will complement this perfectly. We will look wonderful. The Belles of the Ball."
"Of course you have a dress to complement this one. You brought a whole clothes shop with you."
I smiled and took another, more critical look, "Only you can't wear black underwear with it. There's just a faint shadow."