Sitting in the restaurant you can feel the stares from some of the diners there. Sipping your wine you thank the self confidence you feel and the internal comfort you have thanks to your partner. With their love and guidance you've been able to heal the emotional scars that plagued you several years ago. Before this relationship you could never have been as comfortable and confident as you are now. Your pale pink nail polish glints off the glass of wine as you set it back down on the table. Looking to one side you wink at one of the men looking at you. His embarrassment is seen by his date.
"He'll have some explaining to do!" you whisper to yourself as you smirk.
Closing your eyes and crossing your legs you inhale deeply and relax in the moment. Thinking of how exciting this night is the hours of preparation have been well worth the effort. Just two hours ago you were soaking in the oversized tub up to your neck in perfumed water and inhaling the smell of scented candles. By the time you were finally ready to step out your muscles were so relaxed it was actually hard to stand. After wrapping yourself in your plush white terry robe and walking into the bedroom it was tough to find the perfect nail polish.
"I think I chose a good color," you say looking at your extended fingers as you debate taking a warm breadstick from the table, "It is my favorite."
The pale pink nail polish was applied with great care to both your fingers and toenails. It seems silly now, coordinating your colors like that, but it's the little things that let someone know how special they are. Pulling a compact out of your purse you check your pale pink lipstick. Despite leaving some on the glass it still is perfectly in place.
"Why am I always early?" you ask yourself looking at your watch.
It would still be another 10 minutes before your date arrives. Sitting up straight in the chair and adjusting the bustier you are wearing you think back to your excitement when you were getting dressed. Everything tonight just had to be perfect. It is such an important milestone after all of the hurdles in your life. The silver and black satin and lace bustier was the obvious choice. The silver portions on the front cuts from just outside your breasts downward in a V making your already trim figure look even thinner. The push up cups and lace trim over your breasts is accented by the lace along the bottom of the bustier and the small silver satin thong. Both make you feel feminine and sexy.
"I'll see you soon," you say into the cell phone, "I love you too."
These words come easily to many people but how many really mean it? Before this relationship you were positive that you had known what true love really was. Since this relationship you are positive that you had been incorrect in the past. Being together has allowed you the inner strength you've never known before. Checking your face one more time and smoothing your shirt you giggle about the decision to wear it. Some time ago as a kind of joke or even a dare you had bought yourself a man's two piece suit, shirt and tie. All were a little too big but that's half of the fun of the outfit. Trying to button the buttons on the wrong side of the shirt had been a new twist when you pulled it on earlier. The collar is easily 3" too big and even with the blue paisley tie cinched up it hangs loosely around your neck. The navy blue pleated pants, while they are the right length, hang loosely as well around your waist. Of course that alone offers the wonderful excuse to wear the matching tan and blue suspenders that frame your breasts through the shirt. The cuffs hang perfectly around your low heels thanks to the little old tailor you had visited. The looks he had given you were beyond priceless! Finally the entire outfit is topped off with a double breasted navy blue jacket that sits just a little too big on your shoulders.
"Lonnie will certainly be surprised when she sees me in this," you say nervously fidgeting in the chair as you see just her head over by the hostess station, "Considering she'd never thought I'd ever wear it in public."
As she walks towards you your eyes meet. As always whenever your eyes meet your heart skips a beat. Tonight, seeing how she is dressed, it skips twice. Her body like yours is tall and toned. She carries her jacket over her arm as she walks towards you with her typical deliberate stride. Her dress is stunning showing a flash of her left bare silken leg with each step. The halter keyhole front accents her strong shoulders that have supported you for so long and shows just a bit of her cleavage. Wearing her hair up and back only add to her amazing look and give her neck amazing length. The full length satin dress is black with a symmetrical band of white around the top.
"You wore the suit!" She says flashing the smile that warms you to your toes.
"You look amazing as well," you say standing to greet her, "that dress is stunning."
"You haven't seen the best part yet!" She says turning around slowly revealing the low cut back with three buttons at the bottom fitting it to her body. "What do you think?"
"Lonnie you're going to make everyone here jealous," you say leaning forward and kissing her lips lightly, "the men for not being with you and the women too."
"Thank you," she says sitting next to you at the table still holding your hand, "I can't get over how great you look in that suit! And where did you get the hat?"
"It was an impulse buy a couple of days ago," you say tugging the front of the blue fedora that holds your hair neatly inside, "it just seems to fit the rest of the outfit so well. Although tucking my hair into it certainly wasn't as easy as I initially thought."
"How long did it take the waiter to figure out that you weren't a guy?" She asks smiling brightly.
"I'm sure it was well before he saw the lipstick on my wine glass," you say smiling back and staring into her deep blue eyes, "Would you like some?"
As you pour her a glass of wine the rest of the restaurant disappears. It is now just the two of you. You hold hands like anxious teenagers on a date discovering love for the first time. The only interruption is the waiter who knowing intrudes as little as possible. Even with all of the time spent together your body twitters at her touch.
"You know," she says pulling your hand to her mouth and lightly touching your fingers with her lips, "This place has a dance floor."
"Well," you say emboldened by her mere presence, "I think we should don't you?"