The Beat -- Part 03
This is the continuing story of Mary, who found herself wanting after being married with children, then arriving in middle age and feeling unfulfilled. How she ventured into a gay woman's meeting place, experienced her first encounter and longed for more. It has been over a year since I have written about this and much has happened, both to me and Mary. But now I am ready to add to this story, hopefully, it will be as good as the first two chapters.
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Mary continued to visit the Mylk bar, not every week but once or twice a month, enough to be known as a regular. She never again enjoyed the pleasure of Erica and Evie, although they were both very warm and always acknowledged her, often buying her a drink or a meal, on occasions Erica introduced her to a friend or two. But she never seemed to find the right match.
Mary often wondered about meeting a stranger in a dark alley, but she never did, she never found the courage. Nor the right place.
One Wednesday afternoon in June, Erica sat with her, just idly chatting about this and that. Erica turned to her and asked, "Why are you always seated down here when most of the women down here are ogling you as much as the girls at the bar."
Mary cocked her head to one side smiled at her and replied to her, "What on earth are you suggesting, Erica?"
"Sweetheart, don't tell me you are looking at the girls at the bar when any fool can see your eyes are wandering around the room. When was the last time you got laid babe." She said with a wicked grin on her lips. "You are dressing as if you want to be picked up when it is you who are wanting to do the hunting." She continued.
"I have no idea what you are going on about, you know that don't you?" Mary told her.
"Mary," said Erica, "You are doing the hunting darling, it is written all over your face."
"Stop your nonsense, Erica. I am fine just the way things are. Besides, look at me, none of these pretty young things seated around me would give me a second look." She said matter of factly. As she raised her eyes and caught a lovely redheaded woman looking at her and blushing. Mary smiled back at her and kept eye contact as the woman dropped her head and looked away. "Besides even if I came across a woman who caught my eye, what would I do and where would I take them? Some cheap hotel or motel for some afternoon delight?"
Erica patted her hand, smiled at her and told her quietly, "Upstairs, to our place, just not in Evie's and my bed, she would never forgive you." She told me with a laugh. "Or book a booth, and let Evie know your intentions, she will make sure you aren't disturbed or interrupted. You do remember how the booths work don't you darling." She said as she stood up and kissed Mary's cheek.
"Before you go, do you remember what my first fantasy was I told you about?" Mary asked her.
Erica stopped and was deep in thought then smiled, "You mean about getting a shag in a dark alley by a stranger?"
Mary nodded and laughed quietly. "Yes, that one."
"What about it, which reminds me you never did meet me that Friday night after we closed did you?" Erica told her. Mary blushed and shook her head. "No, I didn't. That was a long time ago, wasn't it?"
"Don't tell me you still think about that?" Erica asked her.
"Yes, I do. But it is a fantasy and maybe it's best it stays that way." Mary replied.
Evie smiled at her and said "mmmmmmmmmmmm when you have finished your lunch, get Evie to bring you through to my office. I will show you something that might whet your appetite for fulfilling fantasies." She was told.
Mary smiled and nodded as she caught the redheaded woman looking at her again. She smiled back at her, and wet her lips. The redhead blushed once more and looked away. Why am I so nervous when I am alone, but so sure of my desires when around Erica? She wondered to herself. Was it her and not these lust-filled dreams she has had?
My god, how her husband had been given some exciting 'early' nights these past twelve months since she had met and been with Erica and Evie. Yes, she was certain she wanted more of it but was so unsure of how she should go about it. She was also certain that while the closeness of her husband and their intimacy was 'nice' it was totally unfulfilling. How many times now had she waited until he was snoring before sending her fingers on their mission to complete the job that he had barely started?
She looked at the women at the bar, some leaning back watching their prey grazing on their lunches, while others had their backs to the diners, knowing what was going to happen as soon as those eating had finished their meals.
She watched the few at the bar that she thought were handsome, some dressed in tradies work attire, while others were dressed in business suits, complete with shirts and ties. None she noticed were very femininely dressed, all very macho in some way. Something for everyone, she thought to herself.
She wondered what was her type. Then realised they were seated around her and maybe Erica was right, maybe she should set herself apart. She looked at the redhead once again and decided to make her move. She wiped her mouth on the napkin and was about to stand up when a rather striking woman leant down to the redhead and started talking to her. The moment was lost. She stood up and looked for Evie, she was standing at the door chatting to the very camp looking maître d', what was his name again, she knew it was something French, what was it. Oh Yes, Jean-Paul. Yes, finally she remembered. She smiled to herself and caught Evie's eye who nodded and headed her way.
Evie arrived smiled at her and spoke, "Ms Houghton, how good it is to see you again."
Mary stopped and looked down at her, "Why so formal?"
Evie smiled and told her that if her boss caught her being unprofessional her backside would be red raw come later on. Mary smiled and told her, "and you'd love it."
"That's besides to point, it is good to see you yet again. Please follow me and I'll lead you back to Erica's office."
Evie led the way and Mary watched the smooth waitress outfit slide over her backside, if she was wearing any panties, the panty lines were not on show. Mary sighed as she remembered what was housed under the uniform. She almost reached down and stroked her cute backside but she stopped herself as quickly as the thought came into her mind.
They arrived at a small room with the words written in gold letters 'Managers Office', something straight out of the 1950's. Evie knocked, waited for an answer then opened the door for Mary. As she went in the door she felt Evie's hand on her own rump, complete with a squeeze. Mary rolled her eyes but said nothing.
Mary stopped, then turned and smiled and said "Thank you, Evie, I will repay that compliment one day."
"Yes Madam," came her reply.
Erica stood up behind her desk and pointed to a two-seater leather couch. They both sat. "What was that all about." She asked. As she made herself comfortable sitting on the Chesterman sofa, one leg was thrown over the other while she leaned back and rested her arm along the back of the sofa.
"Oh, nothing important," Mary replied.
"You know Evie will tell me everything tonight don't you?" Erica stated.
