A very Personal Ad (closed)

[StarXChyld]

Successful professional couple iso sexy, intelligent Princess to pamper and spoil. He’s tall, dark and handsome, 6’2, 185 pounds with smoky dark eyes that will melt your resistance. She’s 5’8, blonde and curveous with a tongue that you’ll dream about for years to cum. Help me make his ultimate fantasy come true. He’s been a very good boy this past year and I want to give him the ultimate gift for his birthday. . .November 17th. Together, we can make him realize that age is only a state of mind (he’ll be 40 and I’m 39) and he can still swing with the best of them! You should be old enough to know better and young enough not to care, willing to share both your mind and body with us for one incredible night (and maybe longer if the fates allow. . .). Shhhhhhhhhh! This is a secret and discretion is a must! If you think you’re the one to blow his mind and curl my toes, please email Debra at
BunE774@alt.matchmaker.com. A pic is a must as well as a detailed description of what you’re looking for.

Debra Lansing hit the “submit” button on her keyboard and sat back, grinning wildly. She was wet just thinking about what she just did. For years Derek had talked to her about trying a threesome with another female and for years she’d dismissed his pillow talk as pure fantasy. He’d talked about their next door neighbor, the waitress at their favorite restaurant and even their cleaning lady. Debra had let him talk but never truly entertained the idea . .until now. Derek was quickly approaching his 40th birthday and had been in a sexual slump. Their sex life had been hot for 15+ years but lately he seemed to only going through the motions to keep her happy. He’d made a comment at breakfast that morning that made her decide to take a drastic step.

“I know I haven’t been much in the bedroom lately. . .I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to trade me in for a young stallion that you could ride for hours. Maybe I should look into that Viagra shit.”

She’d wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let him rest his head between the cleavage of her ample breasts. Her heart was breaking for him. He wasn’t handling the idea of his 40th birthday very well at all. He was still as attractive to her as he was when he was a cocky young marketing student at University of Miami of Ohio. She was initially attracted to his quick mind and quirky wit. Then they’d slept together and she was his forever. He had the most magnificent cock she’d ever seen. . . long, thick and powerful. She had quickly become his love slave. . .doing anything to get another chance at that cock. Fortunately for her, he had fallen head over heels in love with her and within 6 months of graduation, they were married.

She wasn’t interested in another cock to satisfy her. She got off making him get off. The thrill of hearing him groan and grunt as he came deep inside her pussy or all over her tits would make her orgasm harder and longer than anything else she could possibly dream of. Another cock wasn’t the answer but perhaps a new pussy would be just what the doctor ordered. Lately, Debra had been watching their porn collection with an awakening interest in the lesbian scenes. What would it be like to taste another woman’s pussy? She loved giving Derek head, could she make another woman cum with her talented tongue?

She’d decided to surprise him and satisfy her curiosity all at the same time. What if she placed an ad on one of those “swinger” sites, looking for a single female that would be interested in playing with them. Derek didn’t like anything staged. She’d have to make it look like it happened on “accident”. . .they go out to dinner and just happen to run into this hot sexy lady that would eventually return to their bed. Could she pull something like this off?

She watched as her “ad” appeared on the screen in front of her. Would anyone respond? Part of her was scared to death that someone would and the other half was already quivering in anticipation of what the encounter would bring.

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OOC: This is a closed thread for the incredibly sexy Lady Kit, the wickedly impetuous StarXChyld and one lucky male who was selected after much deliberation. . .

 

[Lady_Kit]

Liz Fairchild closed and locked the front door, kicked off her high-heeled pumps and sighed in relief. She was returning from her sixth out of town trip in as many months and she was bone tired. She deliberately did not look at the small pile of envelopes on the hall table as she moved out of the foyer and into the living room. The mail, like her suitcases and business bags would still be there in the morning when she was ready to deal with them. Tonight, it could all wait.

She went to the stereo and soon soft jazz flowed through the quiet rooms. The music awakened the other occupants of the house and they came out to welcome her home. She smiled as Muffin, Pumpkin and Cuddles trotted into the room from various locations. The three cats were her babies, and she greeted them by name, giving scratches and rubs to each one. She hated leaving them home alone while she traveled. They were tended daily in her absence, but she knew that they missed having her around. At least she fancied that they missed her; she certainly missed them.

The cats followed her into the bedroom where she peeled off her designer suit and dropped it a hamper in the walk-in closet; sheer stockings, a brief lacy thong and matching bra went into another hamper to wait for laundering with the rest of her things from the trip; something else to be done tomorrow. She pulled on a flannel shirt, a left over from some past boyfriend; it was well worn, the tails hung to mid thigh, and there were only enough buttons left to keep it from falling off, but it was soft and comfortable; just right for an evening at home alone.

She seemed to spend most of her evenings alone lately. Right now, there was nothing she could do to change that. Her schedule allowed little personal time between trips, and no energy to look for someone new to occupy her nights. Honestly it wasn’t the lack of a significant other that was the problem. It was the lack of a sexual partner that really bothered her. Ever since she became sexually active in college she had hated being celebate; the discovery that she was bisexual helped to keep her erotic dance card full, but in recent months, the music had definitely come to a stop.

Not a full stop, really, she thought with a smile. Masturbation was always an option, but unfortunately, even that became mundane with time. The solution to sexual boredom finally came to her one night in a hotel in Reno, Nevada. The Internet; with her laptop as her constant companion she could find sex whenever or wherever she choose; and so began her adventures in cyber-sex. Recently, she had moved from just chatting on the adult connection sites to considering the personal ads where she hoped to find a real world playmate. However, finding someone was not as easy as she had hoped. So far, all the ads had lacked any spark to ignite her interest.

Liz collected a glass of wine from the kitchen and sat down before the pc in her home office. She quickly connected to her favorite site and began scrolling through the new ads. After half an hour of unimaginative posts from “Hot Bodies” & “Stud Muffins” she was about to give up and log off. Then, she saw it. She read through the ad once and felt a stirring of excitement. A couple; how perfect, her mind raced with possibilites. When she read the ad for the second time she let one hand drift to her lap, and the heat at the juncture of her shapely thighs was confirmation. This was what she had been looking for; she composed a response immediately.

subject: Passionate princess for your special night.

Dear Debra;

Your unique gift is now available, and can be delivered specially wrapped for his birthday pleasure. This one of a kind model features 36D breasts, long shapely legs, full hips and a delightful derrière. Standing 5’6” the “Princess” unit features long blonde hair and sea-blue eyes. Built for extreme pleasure, you’ll find her highly responsive to both male and female stimulation. This deluxe model will give hours of pleasure to you and that special someone. Your wish is her desire. Your every fantasy can come true as she comes complete with all the equipment necessary to make it a night to remember. Aged perfectly at 40, she offers the enthusiasm of youth combined with a sensual maturity that can’t be found in cheap imitations. Your satisfaction is assured. The attached photo shows the gift selected just for you.

To schedule delivery, please respond with your specific needs, location and photos of the members of the birthday party. Your secret is safe, your privacy guaranteed.

She signed the email with her Matchmaker ID and hit the send button. A pleased smile lit her face as she shut down the pc.

Well, Debra, your move.

 

[Dillon]

Driving down the road...

The meeting had taken most of the day. The decision to form a small consultation firm had been a good one. As the road sped underneath his coupe he called his office

"Nikki it's me...get your stuff finished and go home, I'm done for the day."

Derek headed into a part of town unfamiliar and parked just outside the distance of cold light.

It was as if he was a teenager again. The innocent question he had posed his wife earlier this very morning was not innocent at all. It was a dare...and her embrace told him nothing. If the white coat at the pharmacy was a woman, well then what?? If at the pharmarcy was a guy?? Perhaps an announcement over the store speakers would suffice? Derek braved the distance and handed the "scrip" to the young looking woman, shaking as he did so.

 

[StarXChyld]

Debra’s wide eyes swung from the picture on her monitor to the accompanying response over and over. She wanted to squeal with delight. This was way too good to be true! Not only was the Princess beautiful and sultry but her tantalizing wit told Debra she’d hit the jackpot on her first try.

She loved this woman already and knew she’d be perfect, for both Derek and herself. That was important. If she were actually going to go through with this, she would need to feel an attraction to the woman as well. Her eyes met the sea-blue eyes on the screen before her and Debar knew she’d found the One. . .if she were for real.

She’d heard enough horror stories about people misrepresenting themselves on the net. Men posing as women, psychos waiting to stalk some unsuspecting victim, there were all kinds out there. She needed to make sure this lady was who she claimed to be. She wasn’t willing to ruin Derek’s birthday with a bad mistake.

Debra opened a new file and attached a flattering photo of Derek and herself, taken over the summer in Italy. It showed him happy and tanned, sipping a Pina Colada, with Debra dressed in a purple sarong, sitting in his lap, her long tanned legs in a pair of strappy high heel sandals. Debra nodded her approval at the computer screen. It was definitely the image she wanted to portray — successful, happy and very much in love.

Satisfied with the photo, Debra tapped out her response to the Passionate Princess . . .


Dear Princess,

I am very interested in scheduling delivery for my husband’s birthday. The model you suggested is exactly what I had in mind! I’m sure we would both be delighted with the results.

I would like very much to inspect (read: meet) the "gift" before presenting it to my husband. I hope you can understand that given the circumstances, I want to be sure everything is perfect for his big day/night.

If this is acceptable to you, I’d like to have lunch with you later this week at a restaurant of your choosing. Please let me know if that works for you. We can discuss all the details of the birthday party at that time.

Sincerely Intrigued,

Debra (& Derek)


Debra heard the front door open, signaling Derek’s return from the office. He was early tonight. He called out for her and she quickly sent off her reply and shut down the computer.

"Coming!, honey."

 

[Dillon]

He had thought about just kind of sneaking in the door and quietly going upstairs to hide the paper bag and box inside.

Naah, I'll just go through the normal routine, not raise any suspicions.

"Deb! I'm home early, brought you something!!"

From downstairs and as he climbed the stairs upward to their bedroom he heard a semi-muffled reponse. He made his way to the walk-in closet, placed the bag in a shoe box on the upper shelf and began to get changed.

Now on the main floor he heard her again, "Now where are you, I was just -- hey you got dinner...you're going to grill in this weather?"

In more casual attire he began to exit their bedroom. "I know how much you love a great steak and good wine, thought I'd treat ya. I know I've been a wet towel to be around lately, it's kind of an apology." He was now in front of her and he opened his arms to embrace her.

"You ok?? Your cheeks are flushed."

She pressed her face into his chest, "I'm fine, probably the change in the weather or something."

He held her warm body, smelled her hair.

No dark mood tonight mister. Be the man she loves, or you really will lose her.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Liz hadn’t felt so giddy about getting mail since the first time she had logged on to AOL and heard that famous phrase, “You’ve got mail!” Since that day she had probably received thousands of pieces of personal and business correspondence, chain letters, advertisements, untold amounts of spam and just once, a virus. She remembered the virus episode with a smile; the technician who had resolved the problems with her pc had also turned out to be quite skilled in the bedroom. Phoebe had been her first female lover. She wondered what had ever happed to the other woman. Their friendship, with its fantastic sexual content was very satisfying for both Liz and Phoebe, but was a problem for Phoebes’ husband, Mark; after only a few weeks the two women had agreed to stop seeing each other. The relationship that Mark and Phoebe had together was more important than what the women had enjoyed. Giving up her friend was saddening, but it was the right thing to do. Liz felt strongly about marriage, and believed that only couples with a good solid relationship could afford to include other people in their sexual activities.

The excitement she had felt a moment ago was now damped significantly. There was every possibility that Debra was not just trying to give her husband a birthday gift, but that she had some idea of saving a marriage by including another woman in their sex life. Liz knew that it would be stupid to take Debras’ ad at face value.

Well, Cuddles, only one way to find out. Let’s see what the lady has to say for herself.

The gray cat, who was currently curled into a large ball on top of the desk, opened one eye, and yawned. Indicating that the affairs of her owner were of no interest at all when compared to a nap.

The attachment to the email showed an attractive couple laughing into the camera lens. They looked tanned and healthy. Their body language made them appear very much in love; she sat comfortably in his lap, one of his hands lay on her hip as if he held her close. So far so good, Liz thought. Sexual attraction was so much more than just appearance, intellectually, Liz knew that, but she couldn’t help but be thrilled with the looks of the man and woman on her screen.

Oh, my. She said softly.

Please be normal, please, please, please be normal.

She intoned as she let her eyes roam over every inch of the figures before her. Liz read through the email, looked at the photo some more, and read the message again. Lunch this week? Oh, god, not this week she thought! Her schedule was packed with post trip meetings and planning sessions for the next round of out-of-town training seminars. She grabbed her planner from business bag and went to the calendar. Her careful assistant, Tim, had dutifully recorded her schedule for the week, and it didn’t’ look good. Monday, already gone, not that she could have done it today anyway. Tuesday: meetings with the product manager and his team from 9 - 2; 2:30 - 5 sales; 6 - 8 reception for the new CFO. Wednesday: technical services briefing from 1-5; Thursday, 7am breakfast meeting; and there, in big red letters “Rescheduled” written over her luncheon meeting with her accountant.

Thursday, I can do lunch on Thursday!

Dear Debra;
Your care in the selection of your gift is understandable, and commendable. A wise consumer always checks out the product before taking it home. After viewing your photograph I’ve concluded that, were I in your seat, I would be just as cautious. Based on what I see, it is evident that you both are used to having only the best.

Lunch later this week sounds perfect. As you can imagine, a careful screening of gift recipients is necessary. The model selected for you is not a marital aid in the sense that it can repair a broken relationship, and this should be clearly understood before delivery. Your gift is strictly for entertainment of an adult and possibly intimate nature.

I would be pleased to have lunch with you on Thursday, at 12:30 if the day and time are convenient. There is a small restaurant at 4th and Karl Road, it’s just next to Fairini Shoes. The name of the restaurant is Salvatores. When you arrive, just ask for Liz, I’ll be waiting.

Till we meet.

The Outlook bar flashed “Mail Delivery Complete.” Liz hit the shut down button without checking for any additional ads on Matchmaker. She went to bed content in the belief that she had found what she was looking for.

 

[StarXChyld]

Debra watched him through the kitchen window as he flipped the steaks on the grill. His thick black turtleneck buffering him against the blustery chill of the late October evening, his face flushed from the heat of the fire, Debra thought he was the sexiest man she’d ever seen. It didn’t matter to her at all that he/they were growing older. In her mind, they were definitely getting better.

Reluctantly, she pulled herself away from the window to set the table and light the fireplace in their bedroom. There was nothing better than cuddling under the down comforter, wrapped in Derek’s strong arms as she watched the glowing embers of the fire, eventually drifting off to sleep.

Dinner was delicious as usual when Derek decided to grill. He’d chosen a wonderful little Cabernet from a vineyard they’d visited earlier that year. By the time he led her into their bedroom, she was feeling warm, loved and content. He stopped her at their doorway, pressing her up against the doorframe and kissing her deeply. The kiss immediately made her wet and she pulled him closer praying to feel his stiffness stabbing at her stomach. But there was nothing. He stroked a lock of hair from her cheek and peered into her blue eyes, "Why don’t you go get changed and we’ll see want we can do for you tonight?" His voice was heavy with desire even if his pants weren’t.

Since Derek has hit his "dry" spell, he’s taken extra special precautions to make sure Debra was still being satisfied. His diligence was proving to be an eye-opening experience for both of them. They had visited several adult bookstores and found numerous new devices and toys for Debra to play with. Her assortment of vibrators and dildos had grown quite substantial. He would use each toy skillfully on her until she came and came and came again. Even if he was incapable of pleasuring her himself at the moment, he was going to see to it that she was totally pleasured in every other way he could offer.

As she reclined on the satin pillows, he reached into the nightstand and brought out a pair of red nipple clamps that matched her silk teddy perfectly. Obligingly, she lifted her large pert breasts out of the front of the teddy, tweaking each nipple to ready it for the divine torture. He leaned in and sucked each into his mouth, pulling back to marvel at their glistening beauty. Gently he attached each clamp to her erect nipples, listening to her sigh in delight. Running his hand down the front of her teddy, over her flat stomach and smooth thighs, he bent over and reached once again into the nightstand. This time he pulled out a large black dildo and turned the knob at the end to the left. The dildo began to hum and quiver. Spreading Debra’s legs far apart on the bed, he slipped two fingers under the snaps in the crotch of her teddy and flicked it loose. Crawling between her legs with the dildo in one hand, he pressed his lips against her nearly trimmed pussy, growling softly. It didn’t take long for her to come as his tongue performed it’s sexual magic on her swollen clit.

As he sat back and waited for her to catch her breath, he slid the dildo up and down her engorged pussy lips, smiling as her hips jumped up at the large toy, trying to catch it. "So what kind of story would you like tonight, my hot little slut? Shall I tell you about the two big black guys I want to watch fuck you?" He knew from experience that it was one of Debra’s favorite fantasies to get off on.

She shook her head shyly, unable to make eye contact with him as she made her request. Softly she spoke, "Tell me about what you’d do to me while I licked another girl’s pussy until she came. . .like what you just did to me. . ."

The head of the dildo slid right off of her pussy and she could feel it vibrating on the bed next to her. Suddenly Derek’s hands were on her hips, lifting her, turning her over and balancing her on all fours. She heard the rasping sound of his jeans unzipping and she reached between her own drenched legs and rubbed her uptilted pussy provocatively. Within seconds, Derek’s thick hard cock was pounding deeply into her very, very happy pussy.

He was back. And she intended that he’d stay that way.

It was well after two in the morning when she finally awoke and untangled herself from Derek’s sleeping arms. Padding barefoot into the den, she switched on the computer and sat in the blue light as she read Liz’s message. She adored the way Liz wrote. This was going to be so much fun!

Quickly she typed her confirmation for lunch:


Dear Liz,

I can assure you that while I initially came up with this plan for my husband’s birthday, all parties involved will hopefully enjoy this "gift". (Although, I must warn you. . .I am a virgin in this department but I’m also a quick study.)

I will see you Thursday at 12:30 at Salvatore’s.

Aquiver with Anticipation,

Debra (& Derek)

Returning to bed, she slipped under the covers and curled herself around Derek's sleeping form. She could feel his spent juices leaking out of her and it made her hornier than hell. Nudging him softly to consciousness, she whispered to him in the dark, "I wonder what it would be like to taste another woman's pussy. . .do you think I'd like it, Derek?"

The urgency in which he pulled her under him, her long legs thrown over his shoulders as he plunged into her again, gave her all the clues she could possibly need.

 

[Lady_Kit]

The large bathroom was illuminated with candlelight; the sultry voice of Diana Krall sang songs of love and longing in the background. Liz picked up a moisture-coated glass and sipped the cocktail it contained. The combination of rum and coke lay on her tongue, its’ cool sweet flavor reminding her of Caribbean holidays and happier times. She carefully returned the glass to the wide ledge around the tub and lay back in the warm scented water.

Finally, peace. The Wednesday sales meeting had gone on until nearly 9 in spite of the fact that constructive discussion had ceased sometime before 6. The pizza that had been ordered for dinner lay in her stomach like a lump of rock, but it was not the cause of the bad taste in her mouth. That was due to the sales manager who ran the meeting. He was a tiresome young man, recently graduated from college and full of ideas for everything from packaging to Liz. Since joining the company, he had made unwelcome advances on several occasions, in spite of her best efforts to set him straight about her lack of interest. Tonight she had finally put him squarely in his place. The confrontation had not been pleasant, but it was necessary. Liz had never used her gender to advance in her career, and she wouldn’t allow anyone else to use it either. On that point, at least, the young man was now completely clear.

Liz heaved a long sigh and took another drink of her cocktail. Tomorrow would be better she thought. Lunch with Debra would, perhaps, bring a new adventure and new pleasures. She recalled that Debra mentioned that she was a “virgin in this department” well that would be a new experience in itself. The list of women with whom Liz had had sex was short, but all had been sexually active with other women in the past. However, she was sure that she could make Debras’ first experience a satisfying one.

She smiled as she considered the things that might stimulate the beautiful woman from the photograph. Her hand slid down her body, dipping beneath the warm water, moving lower until it found her smoothly shaved pussy. She cupped her hand over her mound, letting her fingers curl against her rapidly swelling lips. Liz pressed her fingers against the soft flesh until one touched the hardening bud of her clit and she inhaled at the stab of pleasure. Her mind explored the possibilities of having sex with the couple, and she began a lazy caressing of the sensitive area between her parted thighs.

Did Debra enjoy being stoked slowly and gently? What about Derek; what drove him to distraction? She decided that she would ask them to demonstrate; the mere idea of which made her tremble. Watching the couple pleasure one another would fulfill one of her little fantasies. Right now the thought made her press harder against her aching cunt, and her fingers parted the thickened lips, one pressing firmly against her clit, sending waves of desire through her body. Her fingers slid into the tight tunnel and she began to gently fuck herself. The pumping action of her hand sucked the bath water in and out of her pussy, creating and relieving pressure in turn, almost as if a large cock was filling her. Her other hand moved to one dark tipped breast, pulling at the nipple and squeezing the fullness of her tit. She moaned and let her head fall back to the padded area on the edge of the tub. Her hand pressed tight against her cunt, driving her fingers as deeply as she could reach until she found the rough spot on her vaginal wall that finally sent her over the edge and into the throes of her orgasm. Water sloshed down the side of the tub, soaking the mat and startling at least one of the cats, but Liz was oblivious. She was lost in the image of masturbating to orgasm while she watched Debra and Derek drive each other to their own mutual climax.

Now totally relaxed, she lay in the bath until the water began to cool and then climbed from the tub. She debated sending a confirming email to Debra, but decided that everything was arranged and further communication was unnecessary.

After putting the bathroom to rights, she climbed into bed still feeling stimulated and excited. Her dreams that night were filled with a handsome dark haired man and the blonde beauty that sat astride his lap and rode him with passionate abandon. She smiled in her sleep. Tomorrow would be a wonderful day.

 

[StarXChyld]

The past few days had flown by and now it felt as if time had all but stopped as Debra stared at the clock on the kitchen wall. Since she had sent her confirmation to Liz on Monday night, Debra had managed to get her hair colored and cut, a manicure and pedicure, a complete body scrub and facial and a hot little outfit for her luncheon date. Derek had barely noticed the whirl of activity his wife had become engaged in. He was in the midst of wooing some valuable investors interested in his business. Debra was thankful for the distraction while she worked to put the finishing touches on his birthday present.

It had bothered her that she hadn’t heard back from Liz since Monday. Did she say something wrong? Had Liz changed her mind or worse yet, was she just a "player", one of those people that just toy with others in the personals with no intention of ever really meeting anyone? Debra struggled to push the fears from her mind. She didn’t want to email Liz again and appear needy or clingy. It was bad enough that she would be the inexperienced one in the bedroom, if and when they got together. The least she could do was appear poised and polished in a public situation. After reading Liz’s profile, she convinced herself that Liz was simply a very busy professional woman who was probably out of town on business until Thursday morning. It had worked well enough to get her to sleep the past two nights but now, staring at the stagnant hands of the clock, Debra was filled with doubts and double-guessing herself.

It was only 10:00 am. If she continued this way, she’d be a complete basketcase by the time 12:30 PM rolled around. She had showered and dressed in the short brown suede skirt with a soft silk tangerine blouse that caressed the full curves of her breasts. A pair of brown high-heeled suede boots with laces up the back of her calves completed the outfit.
She appraised herself in the hallway mirror for the 74th time that morning. Not too shabby for a woman on the verge of 40, she thought to herself as she dabbed a clear coat of lip-gloss to the pink bow of her lips. "What’s not to like?" She winked at herself in the mirror and strode back into the kitchen to check the clock again.

By 10:20 am, she was in her car. Salvatore’s was only a 15-minute drive from her house and she made it there with no problems. The restaurant didn’t even appear open yet. Feeling slightly foolish, Debra pulled out of the parking lot and headed to the mall across the street. She could kill some time and maintain her sanity until 12:30

The mall had proven to be a great ego-booster for her. By the time she was heading back to her car at 12:15, she was feeling just a little more confident, a little more naughty. A wicked little smirk curled the corners of her mouth as she watched a few guys almost suffer whiplash as they craned their necks trying to get a better look at her. She nervously hoped she’d have the same effect on Liz. She locked her packages in the trunk of the car and drove back across the street, parking in the back row of Salvatore’s parking lot.

Inspecting her face one last time in the rearview mirror, Debra could feel the butterflies gathering in her belly. Closing her eyes tightly, she took a deep breath.

This was it. It was now or never!

 

[Dillon]

"Tina could you get in here for sec?"

It was almost lunch time, time to get out of the office and visit with some clients, maybe play little racquetball.

"The Strafton file isn't finished yet." She said as she walked into his office, files in her hands and tucked under her arms.

She wasn't gorgeous but she posessed gorgeous brown eyes, and she was smart. Debra wasn't the jealous type, but when he brought Tina over from the company he did so partly because he didn't want Debra tobecome the jealous type.

"Somebody has leaked some very private information, Tina." Derek turned his laptop screen towards her. On the screen a hearse drives by with the grim reaper following on horseback. A cheap synthesized version of "Don't Fear the Reaper" plays in the background. Tina knew her boss wasn't happy. Still she had to fight really hard not to laugh...itwasfunny.

"Derek you know how the people are around here, hell you hired most of us. We know you're having a tough time with this forty thing...a little levity coudn't hurt, could it...it's just another year for crying out loud...a little help here I'm out of words."

Derek stared at her, piercing her with his eyes and allowing silence to fill the space. A small smile came across his face, "I know Tina," he said as his eyes left hers and went to the computer..."It is funny, isn't it? But someday you'll arrive at a moment where you're one question will make everything seem nothing. And all will seem to slip into a void." He still held the smile as he spoke, which made his words even harder for Tina to hear. "I'll try to be a better sport, okay?"

"Okay," she said quietly. As she turned to leave his office she wondered if he'd ever find out it was her who sent the e-mail??

Derek deleted the e-mail and decided to call Deb. It was about 12:30, and she always seemed to love hearing from him...plus it brightened his day...

I wonder what she's up to today?

 

[Lady_Kit]

At 12 o’clock Liz closed the door of her office with a satisfied smile. She had finally managed to catch up on the post trip reports, and clear up the last of the details for the next round of seminars. She informed her assistant that she was taking some of the comp time due to her and would not be returning today. If anyone asked, he was to tell them that she had fallen off the planet and was not expected to climb back on until Monday. Tim assured her that he would guard her time off with his life would let no one disturb her R & R.

She felt a bit nervous about her lunch with Debra, and still wondered at her clothing choice, conservative on the outside, but a bit racy underneath. When she had dressed this morning the black suit had seemed a good choice, the skirt was short, but not indecently so, although it did show off her long legs and gently curved hips and ass. The ivory-colored silk blouse she wore with it hung softly over her breasts, accentuating, the full rounded globes and she had buttoned it up just far enough to cover the lacy bra beneath and still leave a bit of cleavage showing. Her only accessories were pearl earrings and a matching three-strand choker. The plain skirt concealed a lacy black thong, and a garter belt that held up sheer black stockings. Her high-heeled black pumps added a good three inches to her height. Outwardly she looked the part of a successful businesswoman. She hoped that Debra liked what she saw.

Liz arrived at the restaurant at five minutes past noon and was quickly shown to her table. The staff here knew her, so when she requested something quiet, they had found her a spot that was out of the way, and relatively private. She ordered a glass of wine to sip while she waited, and was pleased to find that the wait was not long.

At twenty past twelve Debra entered the restaurant and Liz momentarily stopped breathing. She watched as the hostess escorted the beauty to her table and she was captivated. Before they arrived, the hostess was called back to the door, leaving Debra to complete the journey alone. Liz rose as she approached. She put on her best smile and extended her hand.

Hello Debra. I’m Liz. Please, won’t you sit down?

 

[StarXChyld]

Debra slipped her sunglasses off her nose and tucked them into her purse while she allowed her eyes to adjust to the darkened interior of Salvatore’s. She smiled at the approaching hostess, “Um, hi. I’m supposed to be meeting someone here.”

The hostess nodded, grabbed up a few menus and turned on her heel, “Right this way.”

The butterflies in Debra’s stomach were now in a mosh pit, bouncing off one another as she followed the hostess to the back of the restaurant. The hostess was suddenly called back up to the front and apologized as she handed Debra the menus and slid past her. “She’s right back there. Someone will be with you shortly.”

Debra nodded dumbly and glanced towards the table in the back where a stunningly beautiful woman stood waiting. She put on her most dazzling smile and walked up to the table where Liz extended a hand to greet her.

“Hello Debra. I’m Liz. Please, won’t you sit down.”

In her fluster, Debra slid the menus in Liz’s open hand and sat down. Then realizing what she’d just done, she quickly rose to her feet once more grabbing the menus from Liz’s hand, in the process knocking Liz’s wine glass over.

“Oh my God! Oh! I mean, hello. . .Oh shit!” Debra glanced around frantically looking for something to stop the flow of wine from the table to the floor. A busboy appeared and quickly took care of the problem.

While Liz and Debra stood by and watched, Debra finally extended her hand to Liz, “Hi! Yes, it’s me. . .Debra the klutz. Sorry about that.”

Liz laughed softly, “Hey, no problem. You didn’t get any on me and your outfit is.. .” Liz’s eyes scanned over Debra’s shape, “Your outfit is divine! I love that skirt!”

Debra’s cheek were burning red as she finally took a seat the busboy was offering her. “Thank you. I love your suit as well. Is that Dior?”

“Why, yes it is as a matter of fact.”, Liz replied as she sat across from Debra, carefully spreading her napkin over her lap. She leaned across the table and whispered in a conspiratorially voice, “Would you like a drink?”

Debra leaned in and grinned, “I’d love one!”

She had just placed her drink order when her cel phone rang. Grabbing it from her purse, she checked the caller ID and froze. It was Derek!

Liz could tell instantly from Debra’s expression who was calling. She reached across the table and softly slid her hand over Debra’s. “Go ahead. Answer it. This could be fun.”

Debra gazed into Liz’s sea-blue eyes dancing merrily with mischief and giggled nervously. “Do you think I should? What would I say?!”

As her fingers caressed the top of Debra’s hand, sending little jolts of electricity up her spine, Liz shrugged and winked. “Tell him you’re having lunch with a friend. It’s true, right?”

 

[Lady_Kit]

Liz leaned back in her chair and watched as Debra took the call from her husband. She had been prepared to desire the other woman, hell, she already did and they had only exchanged emails. What she hadn't expected was this feeling of kinship and familiarity, as if Debra was an old friend who had suddenly been rediscovered.

The small mishap with the wineglass had clearly embarassed the vibrant beauty. Liz had brushed it aside as insignificant, which it was. It must be difficult to contain so much energy in such a small person, she thought. The idea that Debra must be fantastic in bed soon followed and had prompted Liz to reach across the table and caress the hand that lay on the snowy cloth. The feel of the smooth skin sent a thrill of excitement straight to center of her being.

She had been pleased at the response to her initial touch. It told Liz that Debra was comfortable with the idea of some level of intimacy with another woman. She had been concerned that Debra, like many women, only thought she wanted to explore bisexuality. Although judging by the provocative outfit, Debra had at least some idea of attracting Liz. It had worked only too well. Debra was a sexy little thing and her husband was a very lucky man!

The call from Derek had caused a look of panic to cross Debras face. Liz urged her to answer the phone and explain that she had run into a friend and was having lunch. Her teasing tone had brought out a delightful giggle. She suspected that the relationship the couple enjoyed was full of laughter. Liz knew that if Debra could see their present situation as one of great fun and adult play she would be more at ease.

The drinks arrived as she listened to Debra chat with her husband. Liz smiled as she heard her named mentioned casually, and grinned outright as Debra went on to invent a simple, but plausable history of their aquaintence.

"Wonderful, Darling, I'll see you at home then. Have a good afternoon. Love you too, Bye."

Well done! You certainly deserve a drink now.

Liz lifted her glass to her new friend, and smiling brightly offered a toast.

To new found friends.

 

[StarXChyld]

“To new found friends, then!”

She giggled at her unrehearsed rhyme. She was already feeling giddy and she hadn’t even taken a sip of her wine. Something inside of her was loosening up, blossoming, if you will. It was if she and Liz had been long lost friends, getting reacquainted after years spent apart and picking up right where they’d let off. She had no idea it would be this easy. Or feel so natural.

“I can’t believe I told Derek I met you while I was shopping!” Debra took a sip of her Chardonnay and held it briefly on her tongue before swallowing. She smiled impishly at Liz, who held her own glass close to her lips, “But hey! It’s true, right? I was shopping and now it appears I’ve found the perfect gift!”

When the waiter came around to take their order, they discovered that they both loved Veal Marsala as well as garlic dressing on their salads. Both banished the cherry tomatoes to the side of their plates and they each ordered Tiramisu for dessert.

Debra dabbed at the corners of her mouth with her napkin and set it down, “I don’t always eat like this but I hate when you go out to dinner and the other ladies order a salad, eat one piece of lettuce, push the plate away and proclaim they’re stuffed. If I’m going to eat like a bird, I’d just as soon stay home and nibble on bird seed. If I’m going out to eat, then I’m going to enjoy it, dammit!” She lifted her glass and finished the last drops of her wine.

Liz nodded in agreement. “Dining should be an experience. An orgasm for your mouth. I’ll repent tomorrow at the health club.” She let out a small groan as she playfully patted her flat stomach.

Debra shifted slightly in her seat. Orgasm. The whole reason they were here. She had nearly forgotten the reason this highly intelligent, classically beautiful woman was sitting across from her. She had invited this woman into her bed. . .to share with Derek.

Debra’s mood shift hadn’t escaped Liz’s notice. She was looking for any signs that Debra might reconsider and now her worst fears were being realized. She motioned the waiter for the check. No need to make this poor woman squirm anymore than she was about to. Liz had become philosophical about these encounters, either the spark was there or it wasn’t. In Debra’s case, she sensed the spark had been ignited only to be blown out by the very real possibility of Debra’s fantasy becoming reality. It was okay with her, Liz liked Debra and hoped that maybe they would at least remain friends.

The waiter approached the table, clearing their plates, “Will there be anything else, ladies?”

Debra’s blue eyes locked on Liz’s, a naughty smile slowly creeping over her lips, spreading into a full-blown grin. “If you have the time. . .I mean, I know you’re probably very busy. . ., “ Debra paused to search for rejection on Liz’s face, finding none there she boldly continued, “Perhaps we could order another bottle of wine and discuss Derek’s birthday party?”

Now it was Liz’s turn to grin. Grabbing up both of Debra’s hands in hers, she squeezed them tightly and nodded to the waiter to bring the bottle. As the waiter slipped away from the table, Liz gently lifted one of Debra’s slender hands to her lips and kissed it softly. “I thought you’d never ask.”

 

[Lady_Kit]

Actually, I do have the time. I've taken the rest of today off. I am completely at your disposal.

Time for her? Liz had all the time in the world, or at least every minute until her 9am meeting on Monday morning. The relieved pleasure on Debras expressive face was her reward for taking the afternoon off, and Liz was glad she had thought to do so in advance of their meeting.

You are a gem, and Derek is a lucky man to have you. It isn't every woman who would try to make a fantasy like this come true. Not just any woman would be secure enough. You must be very much in love.

Liz poured them each a glass of wine from the new bottle. She didn't know about Debra, but she already felt the effects of the two, or was it three, glasses they had had with lunch.

"We are very much in love. I'd do anything for him, but I don't want you to think that this birthday gift is only for his benefit. I..."

The rest of the sentence broke off without completion, and Debra seemed to suddenly become very interested in the remaining wine in her glass.

and you? What? Wonder what it might be like to touch another woman? To be touched?

The lateness of the hour and the positioniong of their table meant that no one was likely to see them or overhear their conversation and Liz became more bold than she might have been under other circumstances. Again, she took Debras hand and gently caressed the smooth skin, stroking each finger in turn.

Debra, nothing will happen that you don't want. Not today, nor for Dereks birthday. The decision is entirely yours. I've already made up my mind. I want to help you fulfill Dereks fantasy, and quite honestly, I want to explore a few of my own. Several of which center around helping you to find out just how fantastic it can be to make love with another woman.

Liz let go of Debra, and picked up her wine glass. She took a drink, not sure if it was for courage, or simply to cool the heat that was suddenly washing over her. She was still uncertain of the answer, but the question had to be asked, so she drained the glass and spoke quickly, before she lost her nerve.

So. Where do we go from here?

 

[Dillon]

"Brotha my brotha, you have got to get yourself some court sense!" Derek and perhaps one of his best friends, Tristan, were sitting down for a post game beer. They met as business contacts and had somewhow found a friendship along the way...and racquetball.

"Brotha I'll take lack of court sense over abusing an assisatant and my wife any day." Tristan brought over the bottles and sat down.

Derek put his head in hands, "Yeah...I know. You gonna preach now?"

Tristan continued, "Oh yes! And with a wife like yours too, you have not idea one about how lucky you are to be turning forty with that woman, all by itself!" He began impersonating Derek in the office, "Blah blah blah dee blah...the one question and then you die.." That's what you're doing, that's what you think? "What is the one question Derek?"

"Not that you'll find this of any worth. But I'm wondering if what it all comes down to is - what have you built or done that people will remember beyond you. What have I really been doing? Name me something, and you'll never have to buy another round after racquetball again. In fact -" But he was interrupted mid sentence by his cell phone. After about a minute or two of increasingly intensifying conversation he hung up. "Looks like you get some time to prepare that answer, I gotta tie up something before the weekend."

The two approached and embraced, manly pats on the back and all. Tristan studied his friend's face quickly, his friend who suddenly looked every bit forty. "Good to see you man, go get 'em."

Oh fuck

As his keys hit the ignition he had the voice activated cell phone on. "Office."

Lansing, Laugeson and...

Get Tina for me now...and round up the boys.

Yeah Jerry?

We've got a little more work to get done tonight. I want video conference set up and ready to go when I get there...in...about ten minutes, got it?

Tina hung up the phone, she knew the tone of his voice. Last time something like this happened her Christmas bonus sent her and her hubby on a cruise. She paused before beginning the chaos...maybe I should call Debra....no he's already called...he always calls.

 

[StarXChyld]

Debra was strolling back to her car, swinging her purse beside her, when it started to ring. At four-thirty on a November afternoon, the sun was beginning it’s descent. She was glowing from her cheeks down to her toes. This was going to work out perfectly. She was beginning to wonder if Liz was more a gift to her than to Derek. Didn’t matter, he’d enjoy it in any case, she giggled wickedly to herself. Reaching her car and setting her purse on the hood to retrieve her phone, she saw it was Derek.

“Swwweetie!”, she purred into the phone. Turning and leaning against the car door, she watched Liz’s tail lights braking and then exiting the parking lot. Derek heard an audible sigh.

“Hey, Deb. Something’s come up. I’m stuck at the office, probably all night. . .”, he paused with concern, “You okay?”

Debra absently fumbled with the hem of her skirt that had traveled dangerously up her thigh during her farewell with Liz. “I’m fine, darling. Don’t worry about me. I had the most delightful. . .”

Relieved, he cut her off mid-sentence as Tina strode into his office with the files he had requested. “That’s great, honey. Really great. We’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay? I love you. Gotta run.”

“I love you too. . .”, Debra stared down at the cel phone and pouted. Tucking it back into her purse and grabbing her keys, she slipped inside the car and started the ignition.

As she turned onto Highway 42, she was singing “I Kissed a Girl Tonight”.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Liz pulled out of the lot and into the beginnings of rush hour traffic, but today, it didn't seem that bad or that inconvenient. Not when she could still feel Debras lush body pressed against her; could still taste her wine flavored kiss. God, it was an impulsive thing to do, but Liz had been unable to stop herself. It was the fault of the owner of that monster SUV she decided. Had that vehicle not been parked next to her car, she certainly wouldn't have given into the urge. As they left the resturant, walking together arm in arm, they had arrived at Lizs' car first. Debra had given Liz, what she assumed, was an impulsive hug. Debra probably hugged everyone, she was just that kind of joyful loving person. Liz was to blame, but my god, when those breasts had pressed against her! Well, it was all over from there.

Liz had cupped Debras beautiful face; lowered her mouth to those sweet lips; and pressed gently. Debra had shuddered in response and tightened the arms that circled Lizs' waist. Taking that as a positive sign, Liz deeped the kiss, capturing Debra between her body and the SUV. When Liz felt the hot moist tip of Debras tongue against her lips she groaned and opened her mouth in welcome. The kiss lasted for eternity and was over in a second, either way it was not long enough or deep enough to suit Liz. When she realized that she had let her hand drop to the hem of Debras skirt, and was raising it slowly, she had pulled away. Debras face wore a dazed expression. Her skin was flushed. Her eyes were full of desire. Liz was sure that she looked the same. As much as she wanted this woman, she would not ravish her in a parking lot. Debra deserved much better than that. Liz stepped away and took a deep breath.

Lady, you have gone right to my head, and if I don't leave you now, I can't be held responsible for what may happen next.

She smiled lest Debra think she was being rejected and withdrew a business card from her purse. She noted that the hand that held the card shook slightly, and she took a second deep breath and dropped her eyes from Debras tender mouth. Big mistake, there were those breasts. She leaned forward and parted the tangerine silk, exposing the deep v between Debrs lovely tits.

Liz placed a single kiss at the top of the left breast, just over Debras heart. The look and touch were the reward she gave herself for showing some common sense and stopping before things got out of hand. She pushed the card into the valley that she despirately wanted to explore further. Liz stepped into her car; starting it up, closing the door and putting down the window quickly before she lost her resolve.

Call me when you know where you and Derek will be going for his birthday dinner. As we planned, I'll arrange to bump into you with my sad tale of a no-show date. Then we'll play the rest of the night as it goes.

My cell number is on the card. Call anytime.

She blew Debra a kiss, put up the window, and drove out of the lot before she could change her mind.

Moments after Liz pulled onto the expressway her cell phone rang.

Liz Faichild

"Hi, Liz, it's Debra. Listen, I know we just had lunch, but um...Well, Derek just called and he'll be working late, so I'm at loose ends. I'm sure you have plans, but if you don't.
Would you like to have dinner?"

Liz nearly crashed the car as the possibilites ran through her mind. Her voice squeeked as she answered and then normalized after a moment.

Dinner? With you? I'd love it! Why don't we do something easy & casual? I could cook, I'm really pretty good in the kitchen. I'm so glad you called, but listen, I hate to talk on the phone while I drive, so lets say it's decided. My address is 5517 Rockway Circle. Do you know the area? Good. Small cream colored house wth blue shutters and trim. Come by around 7. Better dress for comfort, and I hope you like cats, I have 3.

Liz listend as Debra repeated the address, said goodbye and hung up. She looked at the clock on the dash, 4:55, plenty of time to stop by the store and tidy the house before Debra arrived. Hopefully it would also be enough time to tame the flock of butterflies that had settled into her stomach.

 

[StarXChyld]

Debra snapped the phone shut and swallowed hard. What had she just done? Still basking in the afterglow of her moment with Liz in the parking lot, it had seemed so natural to call Liz and invite her to dinner. Now she would be a dinner guest in Liz’s home.

Under normal circumstances, she would have been delighted to spend the evening with her new friend, talking, eating and sipping wine until the wee hours of the morning as they got to know each other better. But these were anything but "normal" circumstances. Debra felt her heart pounding with excitement and fear.

Debra didn’t know what Liz had planned for dessert but she prayed it wasn’t her. Not yet. Debra needed more time to process all that had transpired that afternoon. She had lunched with a woman who she had directly asked to sleep with her and her husband. She had felt an instant kinship with Liz and then in the parking lot, she had acted upon her attraction to Liz. She had called Liz and impulsively asked her to dinner when Derek called to say he’d be working late and now she was going to Liz’s home, unescorted and highly aroused.

She was about to have an affair. . .with another woman!

Her delicate hands were shaking so badly by the time she reached home and attempted to put her key in the front door. After several futile tries, she stepped back and took a long, deep breath, trying to calm herself.


Nobody’s forcing you to do this. You have a choice. You can always call her back to cancel, tell her something came up. You can still stop this whole thing. One phone call. That’s all it’ll take. The choice is yours.

Turning back to the front door, she resolutely slid the key in and turned the handle. Walking across the tiled entryway, she reached for the phone on the credenza and quickly dialed the number. She suffered through a few quick rings until a female voice answered.

"Hi Tina! It’s Debra. Is Derek available?" she sunk into the couch in the living room and unzipped her boots while she waited for Derek to come on the line. Instead, Tina returned to the line and apologetically reported that Derek was currently in a meeting. She asked Debra if she wanted his voice mail.

"Thanks Tina!" She waited for Derek’s message and then left her own.

"Hey Sweetheart! I know you’re busy so I’ll keep this short. I’m having dinner with a friend. I didn’t want you to worry if you tried to call later and I didn’t answer. Love you. . .don’t work too hard!"

An hour later, she pulled into Liz’s driveway. Grabbing the bottle of Rutheford Hill Merlot, she stepped out of the car, walked around to the trunk to retrieve the two La Perla bags that she had almost forgotten after her lunch meeting with Liz. She had been too nervous to bring them into the restaurant with her earlier but now seemed like the perfect time to present them to Liz. She already knew Liz would enjoy her little surprise as much as she would.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Liz pulled a brush through her blonde hair and fastened the unruly mess into a ponytail with a thick coated band. She followed her regimen of removing her makeup, cleaning and moisturizing her face; checking for wrinkles as she went and felt pleased to find that she was one more day past 40 without significant lines of age. The face in the mirror was still attractive, but without the make-up and styled hair, she had a more youthful & relaxed appearance. She grinned at her reflection.

Just right. This is an impromptu dinner between friends, not a seduction scene. Keep it light Elizabeth.

She had given a lot of thought to the evening and realized that Debra was probably scared to death. Liz could still remember her first “adventure” with another woman and she wanted things to be just as comfortable for her new friend. Besides, she thought with a wicked grin, anticipation would only sweeten the experience for everyone.

Now, here she was, dressed in faded Levis, and a Dallas Cowboys football jersey that her little brother had given her years ago. Her feet were bare, and showed the only jewelry she wore; a silver ring on the second toe of her left foot. She had dispensed with her bra more for comfort than sex appeal, and wore a plain white cotton thong beneath the jeans. One look in the mirror reassured her that she was hardly dressed for sexual conquest.

As she moved through the house, Liz checked to see that everything was neat and tidy, and more importantly that no one had left any surprises. The cats were generally well behaved but the occasional hairball did appear, and it was not something that Liz appreciated, or wanted anyone else to find.

Fortunately, all was well, and she headed to the kitchen to take one last look at her dinner preparations. Two steaks marinated in a covered dish on the counter, a large salad waited in the fridge, potatoes baked happily in the oven and the bread basket was ready to accept the rolls picked up fresh from the bakery. She’d been relieved to hear that Debra was sensible about her food, Liz hoped that applied to dessert as well, otherwise she’d be eating ice cream alone for the next week.

She was ready and just in time. The doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of her guest. She crossed the comfortable living room, took a deep breath, snatched up Cuddles who was attempting to make a break for freedom and opened the door.

Welcome to my home, hope you don't mind the fur people. They kind of come with the territory.

 

[Dillon]

Derek stood in the doorway of the office, letting the door close behind him quietly. There was a feel of electricity in the air.

Or is that just me...

In a way these moments were one of the inspirations in his life. It was the reason he chose not to be a cog in the big machine. He took his pause as if standing on a windy ledge. The chaotic sea below crashing the invitation. He stood and soaked in the moment of temporary peace and the energy of anticipation unnoticed.

"Derek!" Tina caught him by surprise. "Derek the core group has already begun the video conference, the info you need is on your desk as well as a cup of coffee that has the consistency of mud...just like you like it."

"Thank you Tina, want another cruise huh?"

He smiled as he headed to his office, waving to his trusted colleagues in the conference room as he did so. He would give them a little time to get things started, and give himself a little extra time to prepare just in case. Coat thrown across a chair he sat down at his desk, which looked more like a bunker at the time with files stacked up all over it. He began to study the file opened for him, especially the picture of the woman with whom he would soon be dealing. Pictures of principal decision makers were in every file. This picture however always seemed to capture his attention.

I wonder what she smells like...

There wasn't anything sexual about the picture at all, but he found himself intrigued all the same.

"Derek!!"

Once again he snapped to Tina's bark, "They ready for me?" He asked coyly. I'm going I'm going"

He took his time walking to the conference room, there was no way he could face her with these thoughts running around his head...or could he? He opened the door, took a breath and walked in...

 

[StarXChyld]

Debra’s smile was genuine as she reached out to pet the kitty in Liz’s arms. Debra couldn’t help notice Liz’s nipples straining against her football jersey as the autumn chill coaxed them out of hiding. She held her hand out for Cuddles to examine, her fingertips so close to Liz’s nipple yet so far. Cuddles turned away disinterested, and Debra lowered her hand reluctantly.

Thrusting the bags forward as Liz welcomed her into her home, Debra’s cheeks were burning bright red as she offered the packages to Liz. "Here. These are for you. Well, actually. . .one is for you and one is for me. But I’ll let you pick first." She stifled a naughty giggle.

Liz reached out for the bags and arched an amused brow in Debra’s direction. "For me? What did you do?"

Debra shrugged her shoulders self-consciously, "Nothing. I just thought this might be fun."

She lingered in the hallway just long enough to admire Liz’s graceful form as she padded barefoot into the living room with the bags in hand. Her long blonde ponytail swished from side to side and Debra couldn’t help but note that Liz walked on her toes, just like her cat.

The image of Liz on all fours, her tush high in the air while Debra stroked her back flashed through her mind. Debra had never felt this way about a woman before. Her guilty pleasure was making her wickedly hot and horny. Debra wondered if she would be able to control herself for another week until Derek’s birthday.

Liz pulled the first gown from the bag and held it against herself, smiling wickedly across the room at Debra. "Oh my. Very nice, Deb." The black satin negligee shimmered softly in Liz’s hands as she pretended to model it for Debra. "What do you think?"

Debra nodded in admiration and pointed to the other bag, "Try that one."

"Okay", Liz gently folded the first gown and put it aside. Reaching into the second bag and pulling back the tissue paper, she sighed audibly, "Wow! Now this is my style!"

She pulled the red lace teddy from the bag and pressed it tightly against her waist. Even over her clothes, it was apparent the teddy would lovingly cling to Liz’s breasts and hips perfectly. Liz’s eyes were smoldering under lowered lashes as she slowly crossed the floor to where Debra stood speechless.

"What do you think, Debra? Which would you prefer I wear for you?" Liz’s breath was hot against Debra’s cheek; her voice was low and sultry. Debra was wet with desire.

Lifting her eyes to meet Liz’s, Debra voice was little more than a whisper, "This one." Almost as if in a dream, Debra watched as her fingertips rose and caressed the red lace teddy tightly drawn against Liz’s breasts. She watched as her fingers traced their way up the side of Liz’s neck to her earlobe. Debra was amazed at how soft Liz’s skin was under her touch.

The teddy slipped from Liz’s grasp as her hands came up to stroke the side of Debra’s face. Her eyes were still locked on Debra’s childlike face as Debra continued her exploration. Liz leaned in slightly; the tip of her nose nudging Debra’s playfully. Undetered, Debra’s fingertip was tracing the outline of Liz’s lips as she brought her longing eyes up to meet Liz’s gaze. Debra moaned softly as she watched Liz’s soft lips part and suck her probing finger into her warm mouth.

Suddenly there was a shrill shriek from the other room, startling both women. Their eyes were as wide as saucers as they fell away from one another. Liz’s surprise quickly turned into laughter as she realized the source of the sound.

Sweeping the discarded teddy from the floor and tossing it on the couch, she chuckled at Debra, "Saved by the bell. Dinner’s ready." She took a step towards the kitchen and then glanced back at the disconcerted Debra.

Her voice was gentler now as she winked teasingly at Debra, "To be continued . . .?"

Debra, mesmerized and stunned, could only nod her response.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Liz turned off the shrieking timer and lit the indoor grill in preparation for the steaks. She fanned her face as she stood in the kitchen. God it had gotten hot in here! Liz had felt the temperature start to go up when Debra arrived, but that business with the lingerie. The idea the Debra had chosen that sexy bit of red lace and satin with Liz in mind had made her wet; it was, without at doubt, the most erotic thing anyone had ever done. Derek was a lucky man, no doubt about it.

She stepped to the door of the kitchen, and looked into the living room. Debra had come into the room; she was now standing in front of the stereo and seemed to be reading the titles of the CDs in the rack.

Why don’t you pick out something then join me in here? Did I see a lovely bottle of wine under your arm when you arrived? Bring it along, it’ll be great with the steaks.

The goal of keeping things light and easy firmly in her mind, Liz placed the steaks on the grill. She still felt a bit rattled from the encounter by the door and wondered if Debra had any idea of the effect she had on Liz’s sexual appetites. The fingers that had lightly traced her breast and left a blazing trail on the sensitive skin of her throat, even now, she shivered in response.

When Debra didn’t arrive in the kitchen by the time the steaks were ready to be turned Liz began to wonder if she was ok and went to the living room to check. What she found when she stepped into the room froze her in her tracks. Music drifted through the room, apparently, Debra had just hit play and started the Diana Krall, CD that was already loaded. The song playing Besame Mucho was a sensual Latin flavored number, slow and sexy. Debra stood with her back to Liz, her body swaying in time to the music, her hips twisting gently in rhythm. She was unbearably erotic. Beautifully sensual, and completely irresistible.

Liz stepped behind Debra; placed one hand on her waist and let it slide around until it rested lightly on Debras flat stomach. She moved close, not quite touching, and whispered to the beauty whose body she so craved.

The music is almost hypnotic isn’t it? Makes you want feel your lovers skin pressed against your own while you dance.

She pulled Debra close and kissed her lightly on the cheek, feeling the heat of her body and the lush curves of her ass where it met Lizs pelvis. For the length of the song Liz held Debra against her, their bodies in full contact from Lizs' chest to their thighs. The women moved together, their dance mimicking sex, the fabric of their clothing causing friction in the areas of contact. Liz sighed as the song ended, and with profound regret, stepped away. Keeping her promise to herself.

Dinner is ready. Are you hungry?

 

[Dillon]

There was something different about the way Derek was going about this meeting. Everything was on the line in a way, yet his demeanor was almost...flirtatious? His peers noticed in a way perhaps no one else would. Whatever it was they didn't care, it seemed to be working well. This was, after all, a huge reason why they had left the safety of the corporate world. Somehow this guy always had the shot in his bag, he didn't miss. He flashed a smile, invited commentary from his colleagues and kept Nikki and Tina running the whole time.

 

[StarXChyld]

The music stopped and Debra felt the rush of cool air sweep over her warm back where Liz’s body had once been. The breeze brought the tiny hairs on the back of her perspiring neck to attention. She shuddered quietly, not daring to turn around quite yet.

Liz’s body had pressed tightly against hers and as her slender hand slipped around Debra’s waist and inside her jacket to rest gently against the soft fabric of Debra’s camisole, her head had automatically fallen back to rest on Liz’s shoulder while they swayed to the seductive sound of Diane Krall. Derek and she had taken this very same pose so many times in their marriage, it felt almost natural. The only thing missing was the strength of Derek’s hard cock straining against his trousers as he pressed himself against her firm ass. She unconsciously grinded her hips against Liz’s pelvis in a futile attempt to feel that same signal of passion that Derek had given her so many times before. Liz’s soft lips against her cheek had reminded Debra she wasn’t there with Derek but with another woman who’s lips were as soft and yielding as her own. She had intertwined her fingers with Liz’s, resting just above the first button on her jeans and together they lost themselves in the lust of the dance.

If Derek had been there, he would have continued to hold her like that as he expertly flipped open each button of her jeans with a twist of his thumb. She would have guided his hand inside her lace panties, the girth of his hand inside the snugness of her jeans, making her feel smaller, more vulnerable. His other hand would have pulled back her hair to make room for his lips against her exposed neck as he cupped her full breast in his wandering hand. He would have made her stand there, her back to him, as he continued to explore her, toy with her and eventually make her beg him to fuck her. Then he would have lifted her off the ground and carried her up to the bedroom where she would straddle him, riding him well into the night on the wave of one orgasm after another.

But this wasn’t Derek. This was Liz. And when the music faded, Liz pulled away, leaving Debra panting for release.

“Dinner’s ready”

Debra lifted a finger to let Liz know she had heard her. She didn’t dare turn around and let Liz see the shining tears in her blue eyes.

Liz sensed that Debra needed a few moments and busied herself in the kitchen. Five minutes later, they were seated across the candle-lit table, a glass of wine in hand. Liz lifted her glass in a toast, her pensive eyes locked on Debra’s. “To Derek’s birthday, Debra.”

The faintest of smiles flitted over Debra’s lips as she raised her glass to her new friend. “Yes, to Derek’s birthday.” Debra’s shoulders seemed to melt with relief as she took her first sip of wine. They had been together less than 24 hours and already they were speaking the strange secret language of best friends.

The dinner was sumptuous and Liz had replaced the Diane Krall music with Carole King’s Tapestry CD. By the time midnight rolled around, they were both reclining on Liz’s couch, Debra’s fingers toying idly with the ring on Liz’s toe, an empty bottle of wine on the coffee table. Cuddles watched them with an air of smug dissidence from the mantle as they sang to each other. . .

Tonight you’re mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
But will you love me tomorrow?

Is this a lasting treasure
Or just a moment’s pleasure?
Can I believe the magic of your sighs?
Will you still love me tomorrow?

Tonight with words unspoken
You say that I’m the only one
But will my heart be broken
When the night meets the morning sun?

I’d like to know that your love
Is love I can be sure of
So tell me now, and I won’t ask again
Will you still love me tomorrow?

WILL YOU LOVE ME TOMORROW? words and music by: Gerry Goffin & Carole King/Copyright 1960-61 Screen Gems-Columbia Music, Inc./New York, N.Y.

At 12:15 am, Liz sent Debra off with a delicate quick kiss on the lips. It took all her will-power to ignore the petulant pout on Debra’s face. Trust was most important goal at the moment and she would need to be the strong one for both of them. While she knew the rapture awaiting Debra on the other side, she also understood how lucky they were to be on the brink of achieving it. She wasn’t willing to jeopardize that for either of them.