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I was waiting for Alice outside of Tangier promptly at 6:15.
Knowing that Alice was coming from work, I’d dressed up a bit, not wanting to embarrass her by showing up in ripped jeans and a tank top. I’d gone with a form-fitting floral dress that stopped a couple of inches above the knee and had a built-in bra that made the most of my modest cleavage. I’d paired the outfit with chunky heels and a bit of make-up to highlight my brown eyes.
I tried not to analyze the fact that I’d spent so much time getting ready for our date. I’d literally thought of nothing else all day.
Alice came rushing up, looking every inch the busy professional in another pencil skirt and blouse combination and sensible black pumps. Today her hair was pulled back in a conservative bun. She looked like every dirty office fantasy I’d ever had. I wanted nothing more than to pull the pins out of her hair and grip it in my fist while I spanked her over a desk. Then I would lick her sweet pussy from behind until she came all over my face.
God, I hoped Alice liked it rough and dirty like I did.
I leaned in to give Alice a hug, purposely pressing my breasts firmly against the older woman and holding the hug a tad bit longer than was necessary. I heard her sharp intake of breath with satisfaction and when we pulled apart, Alice’s pupils were wide. Clearly I wasn’t the only one affected.
Thank god, because I’d been fantasizing about her non-stop since I’d seen her at the bar.
We were seated at a table in the back corner, thanks to me specifically requesting a private table when I’d made the reservation. I was planning to make my move tonight and I didn’t want an audience for our conversation.
“What are you having?” Alice asked we perused the menu. I had a sense that Alice was trying to keep some distance between us.
“How about we share some mezza?” I suggested. I loved the sampler that included a bit of everything and sharing food was incredibly intimate. “And a bottle of wine.”
“Sounds good.”
We chatted easily while we waited for the food to arrive. I kept the conversation general so that Alice would relax. She seemed a bit tense but loosened up as she told me more about her current job. I shared some stories from my time in the Peace Corps, loving the feeling of making Alice laugh. She had a great smile.
The entire time we talked I could feel the vibration of awareness between us. Every time our gazes would snare the heat between us would ratchet up.
We both reached for a piece of flat bread at the same time, our fingers touching in the middle. Neither of us moved, frozen in place. Alice stared at our hands, her brow wrinkled in confusion, until I moved my hand back.
“I didn’t invite you out just to catch up,” I began. I waited for her to meet my eyes.
“Oh. Did you want job search advice or something?” Alice asked curiously. I wondered if she was really this clueless about what was happening between us, or if this was all denial.
I put my fork down and leaned in a bit. “I thought I felt a vibe between us the other night,” I began. “And my friends thought you were checking me out.”
Alice’s eyes widened slightly, and she looked a bit panicked.
“Um. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I kicked off one shoe and stretched my leg out underneath the small table. I ran my foot up the side of Alice’s bare leg. Alice gasped, but she didn’t pull away. Interesting. Her hand fisted the tablecloth.
“Are you sure you don’t know what I’m talking about?” I asked, my voice husky as I looked at her intently. “Cuz I can see your nipples hardening from over here.”
“Jewel. What are you doing?” Alice asked. She licked her lips and I felt moisture dampen my panties. The things I wanted to do with those lips...
“What I’m doing is making the first move.”
Alice was shaking her head before I finished the sentence. “This really isn’t appropriate.”
“Why?”
“You’re my best friend’s little sister.”
“So?”
“I’m old enough to be your mother,” Alice protested.
Her voice was gradually getting higher as I stroked the skin of her calf with my toes. I laughed and slid my foot up even higher on Alice’s leg. “That’s bullshit. Not many seven year olds get pregnant Alice. What’s your next excuse?”
“I didn’t even know you were gay.” She was grasping at straws now.
“Now you know that I am. And I’m incredibly attracted to you. I think you feel the same.”
My foot traveled above the knee and Alice froze. Our eyes met and held across the table for a long moment. Any lingering doubts that I had about Alice being attracted to me disappeared as the older woman widened her legs beneath the table. I wasn’t sure if she’d done it consciously or not, but I scooted forward in my chair and used the opportunity to slide my foot farther up Alice’s inner thigh.
Alice’s breath was coming in short pants and my own heart was racing like I was running away from a wild animal, which had happened to me more than once when I was in Africa.
“Tell me Alice, if I move my foot another few inches what will I find?”
Alice’s legs shifted again, trapping my foot between her firm thighs. I raised my eyebrows and gave her a smile.
“I bet your panties are soaked right now, aren’t they Alice? Why don’t you open up and let me feel for myself?”
We stared at each other for a long, heated moment before Alice’s thighs relaxed open again. I slid my foot up to meet my target, the wet heat between Alice’s legs. My toes touched the damp fabric, and I could hear Alice’s breath stutter at the contact.
“Soaking wet for me,” I whispered as excitement flooded my own core. “You’re such a bad girl Alice.”
The flare of excitement in Alice’s eyes confirmed my suspicion that Alice had submissive tendencies. I tended toward dominant and had developed a pretty good sense for these things. I had dated several women in the past who had high pressure jobs where they had to be in charge all day, and I found that that in the bedroom, they appreciated letting someone else call the shots. Luckily for Alice, I loved to be in charge.
There was nothing in the world like the feeling of an attractive woman trusting me enough to let me have my way with her.
I stroked the crotch of Alice’s panties with my foot, pressing against the dampened fabric and running my toes up and down I heard the soft moan of longing that Alice couldn’t keep inside. Her eyes were screwed up tight, and her face showed the struggle to keep quiet in the public place.
She looked beautiful and I loved that I was having this affect on her. I was half tempted to duck under the table and make her come before we left, but decided that I wanted our first time to be a little more private. Maybe next time...
“What do you say we get out of here and take this back to your place?” I suggested. I phrased it as a question, but my tone made it sound like an order.
Alice jumped a little, like she was coming out of a trance. She slid her chair back a few inches, until my foot dropped to the floor. I pulled it back and slid my shoe back on.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea?” she replied, her voice soft and unsure.
“I think it’s a great idea. In fact, I think I’m going to tie you to the bed and make you come over and over again until you admit I’m right about what a fantastic idea this is.”
Alice gasped, her face flushing red. She looked...intrigued.
I gave her a stern look and purposely made my voice low and commanding. “Now get your sweet ass up and take me home.”