It wasn't unusual that Melanie Danes was the last person in the workplace (the night-watchman had a small hut next to entrance and only came into the main building on his regular rounds, being more content to sit there and read his books), the warehousemen and operations staff knocked off at four and the sales staff and admin at five; very seldom were any of them there past that time. As the owner Melanie regularly arrived before her staff and left after them. However, normally, she wouldn't be in the restroom putting the final touches to her make-up, making sure her blonde hair was brushed and undoing her blouse one extra button.
However, tonight was different, instead of spending several hours looking at figures and sales pitches, tonight was date night with her sexy girlfriend -- the first proper date since she and Ashley had agreed they were an item. Admittedly the only people who knew they were dating were the two of them, as her girlfriend was her daughter and whilst Melanie was absolutely sure it was right, not everyone in society agreed (though she was sure they would have done had they known how incredible the sex was with a hot eighteen year old).
She gave herself another look in the mirror and convinced she still looked sexy enough returned to her office. Ashley had said she'd be over at seven and knowing her daughter she'd be exactly on time. As she had thought there was a buzz on her phone dead on the hour and she picked it up to the watchman who explained her daughter was at the front gate. After confirming she was expecting her and to let her in, Melanie put down the phone, shut down her computer and waited for the teen to arrive.
Within a few moments there was a knock on her office door, together with a voice calling through, "It's me Ashley."
"Come in," said Melanie.
The door opened and in came her daughter. Gone was the dowdy and shapeless jumpers which had previously hidden her plump melons, also missing were the slacks that used to waft loosely as she walked. Instead she was in a close fitting pullover, which clung over her bosoms making them seem even bigger and juicier and pair of tight jeans which accentuated her ass as she walked. Her hair was brushed and slightly curled, rather than quickly tied back into a ponytail; there was even a hint of lipstick. Melanie grinned a greeting, "Hello sexy."
"Hi Mom," her daughter gave a sexy smile back, "I'm not late am I?"
For a moment Melanie considered teasing her and pretending that they agreed to meet at six, but she decided not to as there was too big a risk that her daughter would take it seriously, instead she said, "Just in time" and got up from her desk, reaching for her purse, "Ready?"
"Yes," Ashley nodded, "I'm really excited about our date."
"Me too," agreed her Mom as she led the teen to the parking lot. "We'll take my car," she said, "I can drop you off here tomorrow, so you can drive yours to school."
Her daughter nodded her agreement and headed towards her Mom's car. Melanie opened the doors as they approached and got in the driver's side, as her daughter slid into the passenger seat. She was so tempted to kiss the sexy teen beside her, to slide her mouth over Ashley's and have her hands explore her nubile body. But she resisted, the night-watchman wasn't overly observant at times (he was on minimum wage, so she didn't expect him to be Columbo), but even he might question why she was making out with her youngest daughter. She turned the ignition and headed towards the gate, "I was thinking we could get a bite to eat, before the movie," she said, raising her hand to give a wave at the watchman as he opened the gate. "Pizza okay?"
"Sounds good," her daughter replied.
It took them fifteen minute to get to the Mall where both the eateries and the movie theatre were. As it was nearer forty minutes from their house the chances of anyone from their neighbourhood or Ashley's school being there were remote, and whilst there may be a few people from the work there, hardly any of them would have seen Ashley apart from the an old photo of her and her sister on Melanie's desk -- and the teen was unrecognisable from that. So it was with some confidence Melanie took hold off Ashley's hand; for a second the teen looked like she was about to recoil in panic, but then she stopped as her Mom squeezed it reassuringly and said, "Don't worry, no-one will recognise us."
"I'm alright, I'm just not used to being out in public with a date, it's more you being my girlfriend than being my Mom," Ashley blushed, "That sounds a bit stupid I know."
"It's endearing," her Mom smiled, "But I'm really glad you don't mind, I like people thinking 'who is that teen hottie that old woman has pulled'."
"You're not an old woman and I'm not a hottie, I'm a bit of a geek still," her daughter replied, though she also seemed to be relaxing after her initial fright.
Her Mom shrugged and smiled, "You're a hottie to me."
Her daughter blushed at the compliment, but didn't argue anymore, instead walking with her Mom into the Mall. No-one immediately screamed out they were a Mom and daughter, in fact hardly anyone even reacted, a lesbian couple was commonplace enough not to attract comment anymore and those few who did glance at them it was mainly with envy that a fortysomething was dating an eighteen year old, especially one as sexy as Ashley actually was once she made a little bit of effort. They had plenty of time, so they did a little bit of window shopping in the boutiques, pausing especially long at the lingerie shop, for Melanie to decide what she was going to get for her daughter's secret Christmas present (which would be opened in private when her other daughter wasn't around).
"A table for two," said Melanie as they entered the pizzeria. The waiter, seeing they were obviously a couple, led them over to a discreet booth, handing them the menus as they sat down, before withdrawing to allow them their privacy.
Melanie slipped her hand across the table to caress the back of her daughter's. Ashley blushed a little, but kept it there. Her Mom grinned and continued skimming her fingers over the flesh, she'd obviously done a lot more when they were alone together, but this was as sexual as they'd got in public, even if the occupants of the booth could only be seen if you were right next to it. The teen fidgeted a little, obviously still a little nervous, but equally obvious not wanting to make it seem that she was and cause an upset on their date; her consideration for others feelings made Melanie proud that she'd been brought up right.
The waiter came, not showing any interest that the two lovers were touching across the table, though sensing her daughter's unspoken discomfort Melanie gently removed hers as she turned to the waiter and ordered the pizza for two they'd agreed on, together with their soft drinks. Conversing casually, she slipped her hand back towards Ashley as soon as the waiter had gone and this time the teen took it in hers, rubbing her thumb over her Mom's fingers as Melanie did the same to her. They chatted happily, like lovers they were, not the Mom and daughter which was less important to them than it had been. It seemed no time at all until the food arrived, though the waiter apologised for the length of time they'd been waiting.
The meal finished they went over to the movie theatre, Melanie would have preferred a romantic comedy or at least something vaguely funny, but Ashley had been mentioning some worthwhile drama and Melanie had agreed to let her daughter choose -- especially as it was her who normally chose their evening movies at home (often, but not always, lesbian porn, which they both enjoyed before bedtime).
The movie might have been critically acclaimed and important as a vital bit of social realism about the days to day lives of the poverty stricken underclass in the slums of Brazil. It was also not popular with the Mall's denizens, if they weren't the only people who'd bought a ticket for it, they did double the numbers. If Melanie was paying for a movie that she was only going to to please her daughter she was going to choose the best seats, which in her case was the back row -- the cashier smiling knowingly as she took the credit card.