"Clare" - Chapter 7:- Dating Karen - "Dressing for a Meal” - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 7:- Dating Karen - "Dressing for a Meal”

... what surprised me was that they were even higher than mine!

It turned out that, just like me, my girlfriend loved her high-heeled shoes.

But there was something I needed to do, and my hand travelled down to Karen’s thigh. As it did so, I grinned at her, having wanted to do this last night before she pushed me away. Then, Karen had told me that I had to wait until tomorrow night; till now. My fingers moved under her dress and found the top of her knickers.

My smile got wider, and Karen gasped as my fingers slid lower and into her panties. There, they confirmed what she had mentioned last night. She did have a ginger minge.

With Karen panting, I withdrew my fingers and passed her a glass of champagne. She sipped it and then asked me if I had dressed like that for her.

I replied that I had, but once Brenda heard what you had requested, I had been left with little choice.

Karan put a hand on my crutch and felt my piece.

“Just checking,” she explained, and then whispered, “Not that I have ever felt one of these before.”

That caused me to giggle; I didn’t say anything, knowing I had touched quite a few.

I was feeling relaxed, and I enjoyed Karen checking me out. It hadn’t felt strange at all, though maybe it was the wine beginning to have an effect.

We snuggled close. I was feeling less apprehensive about what the night had in store for us, which was just as well. As I realised, the car hadn’t moved, and Donna was watching us both make out in the back ...

... seat. I tried not to blush; I knew she had been watching my actions. But there was part of me that enjoyed that thrill, as long as it was not in a photo.

Donna smiled and told us that she had to make one phone call to check everything was ready. As she spoke, her eyes flicked from me to my girlfriend’s legs, and it was clear she liked what she saw.

The car had a phone, which our chauffeur used to call our destination. It was the first time I had ever seen one outside films and the telly. Karen and I just snuggled up, drank our champagne, and listened to the conversation. It soon became clear everything was in order, and that we would be at our secret destination in around fifteen minutes.

With that, Donna closed the privacy screen, and we glided away, turning east, away from my and Brenda’s homes. We were going to an area of the city that I didn’t know so well.

The journey gave me time to tell Karen all about Brenda and what had happened since our date last night. Once I finished, I proudly showed her the silver anklet. Karen noticed that it had her name on it. She liked it, and said she wanted one too!

Then, I clarified its meaning.

“Brenda sometimes calls me a lipstick lesbian or a femme…” I went on to explain Brenda’s interpretation of our relationship. That according to her rules, I was meant to be submissive to her, and she was dominant to me. Though, as I said it, I wasn’t sure that would ever happen.

“So, Karen,” I said as I finished talking about ...