First, a little about me. As i write this I am a sixty + year old, still sexually active, bi, woman. When this adventure started I was a 35 year old straight business consultant living with a loving partner. When 35, I was at about 125 pounds, today 140. I am still 5 foot 7 inches tall, what were 36 Cs are now 38 Ds. I was, I thought, a perfect 36-24-39 now I'm still perfect but in different sizes. I am gifted with green eyes.
Susan.
I had met Susan in the book club. I frankly did not expect to hear from her because of our age difference. I didn't really know her and our interaction was not personal but rather group. Yet, here she was calling me to have lunch. So lunch it is then.
I arrived at the Hilton Inn early to get a back booth where we could talk privately. Skinny jeans, high heels and a crisp white mens shirt. My favorite sexy old lady outfit. I ordered a dry martini and waited.
She approached from a distance. I did not initially recognize her. Susan had blue eyes. This woman had green eyes, not my deep jade green eyes but more aqua green but not blue. Susan had medium length hair but this woman had short blond hair very much in my style. My hair had gone gray but damn whoever said it was correct we could be mother/daughter.
Susan sat down and said: "Hello Robin, I'm glad we could meet."
I replied: "Hello Susan, What would you like to drink? You've changed."
She replied: "Thank you Robin, martini same as yours. Hair style to match yours. Contacts to bring my eyes as close to yours as I could."
I motioned to our waitress to bring another drink. Sitting across from her I was looking at myself 30 years ago. I just looked at her and asked her: "Why?"
She sipped her drink and replied: "Robin, I have not stopped thinking about you since we were together at the book club. I decided to prove to you that we could indeed be mother/daughter. I'm betting that you are creative enough to think of ways we might use this, I know I am. Before you decide I only ask that you give me two hours of your time." I smiled but said nothing.
With that she finished her drink, stood up and put a Hilton room key folder on the table and left. I looked at the folder with the key card inside. Room 721.
Our waitress approached and asked: "Can I get you another drink or a menu to look at until your daughter returns?" Damn!