"Clare" - Chapter 8:- Dating Karen - “A Tent with a View" - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 8:- Dating Karen - “A Tent with a View"

... the side of the table. I noticed that it was the same make as the one we were drinking in the limo, and I thought of Brenda.

Karen and I gently clinked glasses and, with a smile, said, “Cheers.”

This was typical Brenda, over the top, unreal. She just couldn’t let me go on a simple date with Karen. She had to get involved, take over, and then let things run away into her extroverted and extravagant world.

With our glasses topped up, Krystal told me to open the domed tray that sat in front of me.

I did as requested.

Inside was a light blue envelope with my name on it and underneath it said, “Open me carefully.”

I showed the envelope to Karen and then looked at Krystal. She was smiling. Her smile was enough for me to realise that she knew exactly what was coming.

Using a knife, I cautiously opened it. Inside there was a carefully folded single piece of paper. On the first fold, it had an instruction. It said that I needed to read each line loudly, so Karen could hear. It was signed with just a B…It was Brenda!

I read aloud what was written on the first paper fold to Karen.

She took a large sip of her champagne and then asked me, “Is this part of your game with Brenda?”

Slightly cautiously, I replied, “I think so, though this is new to me too.”

I carried on and unfolded the next line on the paper. As Karen listened on, I read, “Clare, this setting has to be better, more romantic than what Crete can offer.” I smiled; it was, though I also thought ...

... it was probably not as warm.

Slowly, I unfolded the paper. It was a simple instruction; it just said tostand up.

I did as instructed and told Karen.

Hesitantly, I looked at the next line. This wasn’t in my tonight’s date script, though in all honesty, none of this was. I now realise with Brenda, you don’t get scripts.

“Karen, if you are wearing a bra? Please take it, take it off.”

I added the, please. The words on the folded paper being a little more direct, they had simply said…Karen, take your bra off.

I felt Krystal’s stare. We looked at each other, and I thought…Was every little thing being reported back to Brenda?

Karen giggled and looked down into her dress top, and then looked at my elevated boobs; before returning her eyes to mine.

“There is no bra down there. With these little things, I don’t need one.”

Karen’s breasts, I knew, were a thirty-two and a B-cup. She wasn’t at all flat-chested as she was trying to imply. Though tonight with the bustier I was wearing, mine looked massive compared to hers.

The next line I read aloud, “Karen, take your knickers off.” I then added a hopeful, “Please,” whilst looking at my date.She hadn’t moved.

“You don’t have to do this. I am just reading what is on the paper,” I softly added.Still hope full.

Karen just giggled and then finished her glass of champagne.

“This is all Brenda,” I said. “She is interfering and playing her games.”

“Looks like I might need to meet her soon if she wants to ...