Laura - Sex Stories

Laura

Author's note: To fully understand this story I recommend you first read 'The Red Dress'. Sunday and I am working. Still, it could be worse. I have had a few days off and the weather is glorious. It is eight thirty in the morning, the sun is up and warm and I have a few minutes to spare, so a cup of coffee is what I need. Get the system started so to speak. On the station is a coffee bar, one I use regularly, so I head there. A young, attractive blonde woman greets me with an eastern European accent. "Good morning," she smiles, "What would you like?" "A filter coffee with two espresso shots please," I smile back at her. "Milk?" "Oh no!" I reply, feigning shock, "Black please." She smiles again and turns away to make the drink. As she does so, another Barista appears from behind the food cabinet. "Hello!" she says brightly, "How are you?" She has served me many times before but we had never said more than a few words. I hadn't really noticed before but now I saw that she was a rather pretty young woman. Her medium length black hair pulled back in a pony tail. I estimated her age to be early twenties but she had an air of maturity about her. "I am very well, thank you," I replied to her question, "and yourself?" "I'm fine thanks," she said with the smile never leaving her lips. "I went to the 1940's weekend yesterday." "Me too!" I exclaimed, "I probably passed you and didn't realise." "Yes, probably," she laughed, "Did you dress up for it?" "Nooo," I replied, "I just go and ...

... enjoy the displays and watch those who do." "Oh, I do, I love it!" she enthused, "Last year I wore a dress and it was a bit cool so this year I wore a uniform and was too warm. Can't win!" "No, indeed not." Her enthusiasm was infectious. "I imagine you look lovely in that style of dress. I think it probably suits you." "I think it would suit you too," she replied, "You have a nice figure and your hair would set nicely to match. You should try it." "Do you think so?" I wasn't sure and it must have showed in my face. She paused for a moment, looking at me as if wondering whether to say what she was thinking. Eventually she said, "Hmm, yes, I do." Another pause and then, "Look, I have never done this before but I live in town. Why don't you come round one day and try on some of my dresses, see what you think. We are about the same size." I was a bit surprised but I quite liked the idea. "You know what?" I said, finally, "I would like that." She picked up a serviette from the counter and began writing. "I am off tomorrow if that is any good." She handed me the napkin. "I am working in the morning but finish around two." I took the proffered paper. "That's fine," she replied, "I will see you soon after then?" "Okay, " I said, "I will see you then. No more was said and I picked up my coffee and walked away. I realised, as I walked, that I did not know her name so I stopped and turned back but I saw that now, there was a queue and she was busy. "Never mind," I thought, "I am sure I ...