A very Personal Ad (closed)

[Lady_Kit]

Liz leaned against the door and listened as the sound of Debras car faded into the night. It had been nearly impossible to send the woman away, especially given that Debra hadn't seemed to want to go. She sighed and began to tidy the room, gathering the empty wine bottle and glasses, straightening the pillows on the sofa. She held one of the pillows to her cheek, Debras scent still lingered on the soft fabric and Liz felt her body respond to the perfume.

My God, this is insane! I've hardly known the woman for a week and only laid eyes on her today. How could I want her this much?

The fact that it made no sense signified nothing. She wanted Debra more than she had ever wanted another woman. Then there was the added attraction of Derek. Over dinner the women had started discussing the men in their lives; as women will do. Debra had told Liz about the way she and Derek had met, about their courtship and of their long marriage. Liz felt envious at first, but as her regard for the couple grew, she found herself more and more pleased at their happiness. Liz had never wanted or needed the kind of commitment the two enjoyed, but she was glad that they had found it.

The second bottle of wine was opened after dinner and then the talk turned to the more sensual side of the relationship. Deb had described in vivid detail his skills in the bedroom, and Liz recalled with a grin, the bathroom, the living room, kitchen, and even one spontaneous event on the upstairs landing. It seemed that the man was not only a considerate lover, he was imaginative too. Liz had watched as Debs nipples hardened and her face became flushed as she spoke of the sex she and Derek enjoyed. She also saw the dismay that things were not as they had once been. Debra was passionately in love with her husband and his inability to enjoy their lovemaking troubled her, Deb knew that once he got over his obsession with his upcoming birthday he would be fine. It was clear that this birthday present was designed to accomplish just that, to remind him that age was only a number, and virility was a state of mind.

After a quick shower she decided to take care of one more item before going to bed; Liz took a moment to send a short email.

Debra;

I hope you enjoyed the evening, and know that I did. It isn’t often that I find another woman whose company I can enjoy for more than an hour or two. You have a wonderful mind and it makes you a pleasure to be around.

I’m looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow night, when we “bump” into each other at Antoines. I know that Dereks birthday is going to be a huge success. I’m sure that the surprise will be everything you hoped for. Look for me in the bar, I’ll be the woman in the little black dress…with the red teddy underneath. Just FYI, it’s a perfect fit.

Until Friday,

Liz

She hit the send button and shut down her computer. As she left the office and entered her bedroom she came to the full length mirror that stood outside her closet. The red satin and lace teddy fit her perfectly and she admired the figure reflected in the mirror. The beautiful fabric molded itself lovingly over her body. The garment fit so well that it was almost as if it were simply another layer of skin. She watched, imagining Debras hands, as her own slid over her full breasts, fingers pinching the nipples to make them press against the red lace, one hand continued down across her stomach, over the smooth mound of her sex where it stopped to curl between her legs and find her hot and wet pussy. She slowly removed the teddy and put it across a chair before crawling into bed. She had thought to masturbate before going to sleep, but the long day and the many glasses of wine conspired against her and she soon drifted off, but in her dreams she came time and time again at the hands an mouth of a lovely woman and as she rode the stiff thick cock of dashing and imaginative man.

 

[Dillon]

Derek was once again at his desk, head exhaustedly lying back against the headrest. It was midnight and the meetings had been over for almost an hour.

Put that woman and Deb in a room, get naked, THAT would be a night to remember...

His mind raced back to a night on a skiing vacation. They had been rolling around in front of a fire in the main room for hours. His lips delicately crossed the freshly trimmed mound of Debra, she had let him do the trimming hours before.

"I wonder what another woman would taste like." She said quietly.

Derek resisted the opprtunity to act like a panting dog at the very thought of a menage. Choosing instead to slowly run his tongue lightly from the top of her crease to her opening. He could feel her clit ticking as he moved.

"Do you ever wonder that, Derek?"

He paused for a moment, "I think one disappointed woman is enough in the bedroom, don't you?"

She flipped around to sit on his lower abdomen,"You ARE having an affair, I'm the satisfied one." She reached around behind her and wrapped her hand around him. "How could you disappoint with me with this. "

Get out of this office and go home mister...

He arose from his chair, grabbed his coat and shut off the lights. As he closed the office doors and headed down the hall he already looked forward to spooning Deb's warm figure, pulling her to him. He dialed his home, and was a bit surprised to be getting the answering service...Deb was a night owl she wouldn't be asleep, not with him away.

"Deb, I'm about twenty minutes away, see you soon. Love you."

 

[StarXChyld]

She walked in the front door just as he hung up. Dashing over to the answering machine, she replayed his message.

Deb, I’m about twenty minutes away. See you soon. Love you.

She ran up the stairs and into the bath. Yanking her clothes off as fast as she could and jumping into the shower, she turned the spray as hot as she could stand it. Her heart was beating hard against her chest and she drew in deep breaths, trying to stave off the anxiety attack she was experiencing.

This is silly. I didn’t do anything wrong. I mean, well. . . Well, I didn’t! I behaved. This is all for him ultimately. Okay. . .maybe a little for me too but. . .oh stop! You love him and you didn’t do anything.


She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Slipping into her robe, she went into the bedroom and lit a fire in the fireplace. She had just finished fluffing the pillows and turning down the comforter when she heard his car pull in the drive. Settling back against the pillows, she waited for him to make his way up to her. She’d give him a back rub, tuck him in and in the morning, bring him breakfast in bed.

She wanted him well rested. Tomorrow would be his birthday.

She and Liz were going to make it a night he’d never forget.

 

[ariosto]

oops

 

[Dillon]

As the garage door opened Derek immediately saw Deb's car.

Has she been here the whole time?? What is going on?

Starting to get a little worried he got out of his car and placed his hand on the warm hood.

She's just gotten home...where the hell was she?

He walked into the quiet house, checked all the doors, poured himself some wine and headed up the stairs. Deb had lit a fire and she was waiting for him in bed.

"Hi babe...like the fire." He said as he began to undress smiling a wicked smile inwardly.

Debra smiled, "Just seemed like a good night for it. How'd the crash meeting go?"

"Somehow we kept everything on top of the water, and may have added a new client in the process." His voice now a bit mufffled as he was fully into the walk in closet.

"This is the hottie CEO, isn't it?"

Derek emerged in a pair of flannel pants and no shirt, back lit until he shut off the closet light, "The hottie CEO??" He laughed gently and on his way to the bed responded, "Yeah, this was the hottie."

He walked on his knees across the bed and kissed her. "Where was my hottie all night, you had me a little worried."

"Roll over this minute." She said quickly, "I want you to relax tonight. I was out with a friend, remember? You know how it when women start talking."

He couldn't see her hot red face as she began to rub his back, and in no time at all he was out for the night.

 

[Lady_Kit]

beep...beep…beep………………..beep…beep…beep

Reminder-3pm Friday, appointment @ Steffans

Liz dismissed the reminder on her PDA and dropped the device back into her purse. She checked her watch as she walked through the doors of the salon, 2:50. She was right on schedule. She waved at the receptionist who knew Liz as a long-time client and would let Kenneth know that she had arrived. This afternoon Liz was getting the full treatment; manicure, pedicure, facial, body scrub & massage, all in addition to color weave and trim on her hair. The long session at the salon was in part reward to herself for the weeks on the road and in part because she knew that if she was at home she’d be getting dressed several hours before she was due at the restaurant.

She pressed one hand to her stomach in a feeble attempt to soothe the nervous flutter that she had developed this morning. Liz had woken up from dreams of Derek & Debra that left her feeling so horney that she had masturbated twice before her first cup of coffee. Now, as the time of the big event got closer, she was scared to death that something would happen to spoil it for everyone.

“Ms. Fairchild? They’re ready for you. It looks like you’re going to be with us for a few hours. Something special planned for this weekend?”

Liz looked up as the attendant spoke. She rose to follow the young woman into the treatment areas of the salon and smiled as she replied.

Yes, you could say that. I’m going to a surprise party.

 

[StarXChyld]

On the other side of Town. . .

Debra had risen early like a little girl on Christmas morning.

Rising silently from their bed, Debra reached for Derek’s old Broncos sweatshirt thrown carelessly over a chair in the corner and threw it on. It was still dark outside but she wanted to get an early start on his birthday. She stopped by the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee and headed to the study to check her email while the coffee brewed.

Liz’s message popped up on her screen and Debra found herself grinning from ear to ear as she re-read Liz’s words:

Debra;

I hope you enjoyed the evening, and know that I did. It isn’t often that I find another woman whose company I can enjoy for more than an hour or two. You have a wonderful mind and it makes you a pleasure to be around.

I’m looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow night, when we "bump" into each other at Antoines. I know that Dereks birthday is going to be a huge success. I’m sure that the surprise will be everything you hoped for. Look for me in the bar, I’ll be the woman in the little black dress…with the red teddy underneath. Just FYI, it’s a perfect fit.

Until Friday,

Liz




She went out to the kitchen, got a cup of coffee and returned to the computer to compose her response.

Good Morning, Liz!

I hope you slept well last night. We’ll both need our rest for tonight. Can’t wait to see you in the red teddy!

I want you to know, as much as I want this evening for Derek, I want it equally as bad for myself. . .

I want you.

See you at 8:00.

Debra

Smiling softly, she turned off the computer and padded barefoot back into the kitchen to start Derek’s breakfast.

She was standing by the sink, watching the sunrise over the mountains in their backyard when Derek finally made his way downstairs. He stood in the hall, silently admiring her from behind. Her tussled blonde hair cascaded over her slender shoulders hidden under his favorite sweatshirt. Her smooth well-defined legs peeked out from under the tattered hem of the shirt. She was resting one pedicured foot against the inside of her other leg as she sipped coffee from her oversized mug. The smell of cinnamon rolls and bacon hung in the air. Derek made a low whistle and she glanced over her shoulder, the sun dancing in her hair. "Hey you! Happy birthday, sweetheart!"

"My, my. Every man should be so lucky to wake up to this!" He crossed his arms over his bare chest and winked at her.

Her whole face shone as she set down her cup and walked over to him, standing on tiptoe and wrapping her arms around his neck. "And every woman should be so lucky to have you as a husband." Her soft lips brushed over his.

"Oh yeah? You think so?" Their foreheads were touching and his eyes were locked on hers, wisps of her hair tickling his nose. He swooped her up from the ground and carried her back over to the the sink, setting her precariously on the narrow ledge.

Nuzzling his face in her cleavage under the Bronco logo, he murmured, "Hey lady, is this your shirt?" His hands reached for her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Then he reached up to cup her full breasts in each hand over the soft material.

She giggled softly, kissing the top of his head and pulling him in closer with her ankles and feet against his ass. Breathing in his scent, she instantly went wet. He’d worn Polo Sport ever since they married and she loved how the mere hint of his scent could make her long for him. She pushed him back slightly, scolding him playfully, "Your breakfast is going to get cold."

He squeezed her hardening nipples under the shirt. "No. No, I don’t think it is."

Grabbing each of her wrists, he guided her hands back against the sides of the sink for support. Lifting the sweatshirt to reveal her gorgeous tits saluting him with hard pink little nubs, he peeked at her over the edge of the shirt, "Sunnyside up. Just how I like them." Ducking his head under the shirt, he sucked one nipple into his warm mouth.

Debra arched her back and held on for dear life. Her pelvis was pressed tightly against his. She could feel him pushing her tits together and moaned softly in anticipation. His tongue slipped over one nipple and then the other, drawing both into his mouth. She bucked against his jeans, panting in heat.

He reached down with one hand and ripped away the flimsy material of her silk panties, exposing her hot wet pussy. A bad habit of his, that had cost him thousands in Victoria’s Secret and LaPerla merchandise, but he was more than willing to pay the price to get to his prize.

He bent forward and slipped his arms under her thighs, balancing his elbows on the sink as he drew her hot sex to his face. He snapped harmlessly at Debra’s fingers as they attempted find her engorged clit. She pulled her hand away quickly. "Mine!" he growled as he buried his face in her drenched pussy.

His fingers dipped deep inside of her, massaging her g-spot as he suckled and nipped at her clit. Pushing her higher and higher, his fingers expertly brought her over the edge and she shuddered in ecstasy as she came hard. He held her tight as he greedily drank her hot juices running down his chin.

Finally sated, he pulled back and grinned up at her. Picking her up and setting her on the ground in front of him, he lifted her face to his and kissed her, his cheeks still wet with her cum.

Images of Liz flooded Debra’s mind as she tasted herself on her husband’s tongue. She wondered if Liz would taste the same. The thought made her passion flare again and she sucked madly at Derek’s tongue, almost growling herself. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and fucked her mouth with his tongue, pushing it deeper, farther and faster into her eager mouth. Her knees went weak and she stumbled back against the counter.

He grabbed her quickly, drawing her against his bare chest and she could hear his heart racing. She slipped her arms around him and held on. Stroking her hair lightly, he whispered, "That was the best birthday breakfast I could ever ask for."

"I haven’t even given you your present yet, Derek." She raked her nails lightly down his back and felt him jerk a little. Lowering her hands to his firm little ass, she squeezed hard and raised her face to gaze up at him lovingly. "You get your present tonight, luv. We’re going to Antoines and then, after a little dinner and dancing, we’ll be staying at the Hilton in town."

He tweaked the end of her upturned nose and smiled, the tiny laugh lines around his eyes making him look even sexier to her. "Oh yeah? Dancing, huh? Remember that I’m an old man now. You don’t want to kill me, do you?"

He chuckled and grabbed a piece of bacon off the stove as he headed upstairs to shower and start his day.

Well, so far he seemed to be taking the day all in stride. Debra hoped the mood would hold. Suddenly she got an idea.

Picking up the ruined pair of panties off the floor, she waited until she was sure Derek had gone back upstairs. She slipped into the study and stood before Derek’s briefcase. Lifting the panties to her face, she brought them to her nose and inhaled deeply, the scent of her arousal strong and heady on the silk. She wondered if Liz would smell the same. She opened the briefcase and tucked them in where she was sure he would find them.

There. That should keep him in the mood. I want him as excited about tonight as I am!

 

[Dillon]

Oh my Mr. Lansing that was quite a little display, whatcha got for the entree??

Derek headed up the stairs relieved. No huge balloon and confetti party so far. Deb knew him so well. He entered the bathroom and began running himself a bath, something he never did. He was going to take an alternate route to the office today. Evading the dark clouds which had been so consuming lately or just being so slightly the adventurer, he wasn't going to get too deep about it. He had arranged the day for a brief office appearance.

Oh God the office appearance, but to not show would only delay the inevitable...

He winced and moaned at the same time as he sunk into the tub, he could hear Deb coming up the stairs and down the hall.

"You alright babe?? I thought I heard...I was right, a bath." She couldn't help the surpised look on her face.

"You turn forty once, right? I'm just shaking things up a little teeny tiny bit. Thought I was doing pretty well so far."

Deb paused and then went to him, kneeling next to the tub. "You're doing better than that, and you are gonna be fine today." She kissed him softly.

"I swear I don't know what I'd do without you, can't imagine it." Derek looked at her again, "I love you."

She whispered the sentiment back and then rose and headed for the closet.

 

[StarXChyld]

She opened the door to the closet and stood thinking for a moment. Liz had mentioned wearing a little black dress. She wanted to find something to compliment her without looking like the Bobsy twins.

Then she remembered the pair of black snake skin stilettos she had picked up on sale at Saks a few months back. Even on sale, they had cost a small fortune and she had stashed them away for a special occasion. Tonight would be such an occasion. Derek loved her in high heels and stockings.

She walked into the closet and switched on the light.

Hmmmm, now where did I put those shoes?

 

[Lady_Kit]

Liz arrived at Antiones promptly at 7:15, just as she had planned. She told the Matre'd she was waiting for someone and went to the bar. She took a seat at the far end, where she could observe the door and have only one side to defend from wayward males. Not that they could be blamed, she had dressed to kill tonight.

As she had told Debra, she was wearing a black dress; it was a simple design with a deeply cut back and bodice; the skirt was fitted, but not tight and stopped well above mid thigh. Around her throat was a thin red ribbon, carefully chosen to match the teddy that she wore beneath the dress. She wore small diamond studs in each ear, and the ever present toe ring, but no other jewelry. Tonight instead of garters and their obvious lines, she had on seamed black thigh high stockings. She had found a new pair of shoes just for the evening; high heeled black pumps with cut away arch and ankle straps. Her hair was in a smooth sleek ponytail that hung down her bare back in a single golden fall.

Liz hoped that everything would go according to plan, but she had a ticket to a musical in her bag just in case. She ordered a vodka martini from the bartender; fended off the advances of a salesman away from home; and settled down to wait. A quick glance at her watch told her it would still be at least 30 minutes before they arrived. She wasn't sure she live through the anticipation. She sipped her drink; looked at the doorway and checked her watch again...7:40.

 

[Dillon]

Originally he had thought Deb was going to pick out a favorite selection of clothes for him, but now he thought he heard the sounds of boxes being moved around....a search was going on.

Oh hell!!

Derek bolted from the tub, grabbed a towel and bolted for the closet.

Her back was to him, "I'm not sure who these are for,you, or me."

His eyes raced around the closet, looking for the shoe box, the one with his little surpise for the night. She wasn't going to turn around and he couldn't tell by her tone whether she was angry or being coy.

Oh please Oh please Oh please...

"I'm guessing both as usual." He said, trying to sound as calm as possible, "The question is which part of Italy their from."

His eyes closed, a grimace on his face and literally both fingers crossed he awaited her response.

 

[StarXChyld]

"Why Rome of course, silly!" Debra turned to face him, the shoebox in the crook of her arm.

"Rome?" He croaked like a 13-year-old boy whose voice was changing.

"Derek, you’re dripping all over the carpet, darling." She started past him.

He reached out and snatched the box from her arm.

She stopped and stared at him, her hands on her hips. Smirking at him, she asked, "And just what to you intend to do with my shoes? Wear them to the office today? I’m sure they’ll go very well with your Armani suit. Gimme those!" With a short laugh, she snatched them back and headed out to the bedroom.

Derek scanned the upper shelf of the closet. There in the corner was HIS shoebox, carefully stowed away so that Debra wouldn’t have been able to reach it even if she had seen it. He sighed in relief. He wasn’t ready to have that discussion with her, yet.

Fifteen minutes later, he was dressed and ready to walk out the door. She kissed him softly on the lips in the doorway of the garage. "Have a great day, sweetheart. Please be home by Seven, so we can make it to the restaurant by Eight."

 

[Dillon]

A much relieved Derek stayed true with his earlier thoughts, going a different way to the office and stopping into a small Starbucks on the way. He steeled himself in his car. If there was a prank, well it woudn't be because he didn't deseve it. When one of the elders of his group turned fifty-five, he got his morning ride to the office via hearse limousine. Derek hoped his memory of that had faded, half expecting to see a hearse in front of his own house that morning. He opened the door to a quiet reception area and proceeded like a hunted mouse to his office.

Nothing.

On his desk were two boxes, both wrapped prettily. He made his way around the desk and read the brief notes attatched. The first said:

To our boss - Happy Birthday!! We hope you are able to enjoy today and the year.
Warmly, Tina & Nikki

Still unconvinced he was going to escape he cautiously opened the box. Inside was a new Broncos jersey and two box tickets to the game.

Wow...nice, very nice.

The other note simply said:

To my husband - I Love You

Inside was a gorgeous Tag Heur watch he had been eyeing for awhile, but couldn't bring himself to buy. There was another note inside:

For all the time we've spent in the past.
For all the time we have yet to spend.
You make me happy.
I love you always.

It was an ironic kind of gift for her to have chosen, but he instantly understood what everyone around him had been trying to tell him. He put it on instantly and admired it as Tina walked in unnoticed.

"Nice watch." She said, startling Derek.

"Yes...it's beautiful. Thank you so much for your gift, box seats? I'm paying somebody too much."

She smiled, "Actually Nikki's hubby knows somebody, it's no big deal. Other than the birthday thing, there's just a couple things you need to sign and then get outta here. The pranksters have been held at bay, but stayed how long I can't tell."

She came around his desk as he opened his briefcase, he had his head turned when she said,"Nice panties, I always thought you were more of a boxers type."

Oh My God!! Debra!!

He grabbed them quick as he could as he felt his face turn hot.
As it turned out, that was the only prank of the day. His afternoon with Tristan went well...he didn't bother to remind Tristan of his earlier question and Tristan didn't bring it up either. At five thirty he was driving into his driveway, anxious to give his wife a warm embrace and the long kiss she deserved for her present.

 

[StarXChyld]

She had spent the day at the spa and shopping for the perfect outfit for the evening, finally settling on a Halston original she found at Nieman Marcus. It was resembled a tuxedo, with black satin lapels that criss-crossed over the deep V of her bosom. Double-breasted, cut short in the front and a long flowing tail in the back, it was classic yet funky at the same time. She’d gone to Phillip, her hairdresser and had him swirl her long locks into a sexy up-do with tiny tendrils curling down her neck. A black corset with her new black stockings and Italian heels completed the sultry look she was striving for.

It had taken all her wiles to keep Derek busy and out of her way as she tried to dress and pack her overnight bag. He was in a very good mood and wanted to cuddle with her so badly. But she was distracted with her own preparations. At one point, she had snapped at him as he tried to gain access to their bathroom for the fifteenth time in the last half-hour.

"Derek! Get dressed and go wait downstairs for me. You’re going to make us late!"

She heard him close the door to their bedroom as he sulked off to the living room to wait for her and she instantly regretted her tone. Swallowing hard, she silently promised him she’d make it up to him later in the evening.

At 7:30 they were in the Derek’s Jaguar, speeding down the highway towards the restaurant. He kept glancing over at her and she tried to ignore his admiring glances, staring straight ahead at the road ahead. He took his hand off the gear shift and set it on her knee, "You look incredible tonight, babe."

She couldn’t resist the comment. "Thank you, Derek." Slipping her hand over his and guiding it up the inside of her thigh and under the hem of her dress, she let him in on a little extra bonus. She had no panties on.

The Jag swerved a little to the left and Derek pulled his hand back quickly, bringing the car under control. "Jesus, Debra! What are you trying to do. . .You really ARE trying to kill me tonight!"

She chuckled softly and turned slightly in her leather seat to give him a better view as her hand went under the hem of her dress. She popped in the Tom Jones CD with her other hand. As Tom belted out "She’s a Lady"; Debra showed Derek just how unladylike she could be.

 

[Lady_Kit]

No! For the last time, I am Not interested in playing with Mister Hand. If you don't remove your hand, and the body it's attached to, in the next 5 seconds I am going to break your thumb and then yell for that nice big bartender to come and hurt you.

Liz grimly began to pull back on the offensive mans thumb until she had peeled his hand away from her stocking-clad thigh. He had been making an nuisance of himself for the last 15 minutes and she had had enough. When he touched her, she had simply done the first thing that occurred to her, she moved his hand. The drunk winced as the tip of his thumb got closer to his wrist.

"Damn lesbo, I know what it is...your kind don't like men, no good reason to be mean, I'll find me a real woman someplace else."

The parting shot insured that he got the last word, and was, in his mind, the injured party. His dignity still in tact the man cimbed unsteadily from his stool and staggered away. The bartender approached with a fresh drink and a smile.

"It didn't look like you needed a hand, Miss. I hope I was right. Just in case, this one is on me."

You were right, and thanks for the drink. Why is it that out of town salesmen automatically assume that any lone woman in a bar is waiting for him and his razor sharp wit?

Her tone was more amused than angry, but there was a trace of sarcasm present.

"Well, you'll forgive me for saying so, but you shouldn't blame him. It'd be hard to resist hitting on you, and most men wouldn’t expect to see you sitting here alone."

I’m not alone by choice. I’m very much afraid that my date is not fashionably late, but that I’ve been stood up. Apparently he was not very tempted by my company. How is it that you are resisting my charms as well?

Liz batted her lashes at the young man. She practiced her story and enjoyed a bit of harmless flirtation at the same time. She wanted the excuse for her presence to be smooth and, besides, she had to do something with her nervous energy.

He laughed aloud at her question, the sobered slightly and laid one hand over his heart. He sighed dramatically and spoke.

“Oh, fair lady, I can resist for I am pure of heart, strong of purpose, and gay.”

Well that just figures! I guess I’ll have to settle for your bartending skills then. Thanks again for the drink.

Anything else he might have said would have to wait. A large party had arrived at the other end of the bar, and he left to take their orders. As he walked away, Liz looked appreciatively at the snug fit of his black slacks. She sighed, thinking as she often did that all the good ones were gone. She finished off the first drink and pushed away the empty glass. She smoothed her skirt for the 50th time and checked her watch again 7:55.

 

[StarXChyld]

At precisely 8:00 pm, Debra and Derek entered the restaurant. There was a huge fanfare at the hostess stand as the owner, Fred, hurried out of the kitchen to greet them. Rubbing his hands on his apron, he extended his big beefy paw to Derek, “Happy Birthday, Mr. Lansing. We’ve been expecting you.”

Derek tried hard to wipe the image of Debra’s glistening fingers floating from her pussy to the back of her ear and down the center of her cleavage as they pulled into the parking lot. He smiled gamely at Fred and the group of servers that had gathered around, “Thanks, Fred. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else tonight.”

Debra smiled politely at Fred and nodded. But her eyes were scanning the crowd mingling at the bar. Her heart sunk at first as she studied the faces closely but suddenly, she was soaring again as she made eye contact with Liz.

Fred was ushering them over to the bar apologetically, “Please. A drink on me. Larry? Whatever Mr. and Mrs. Lansing want. On me.” He patted Derek’s back and continued, “Your wife asked for a special table, it will be ready in just one moment.”

The handsome bartender in the skin-tight pants sauntered over and grinned at Derek, “So? What’ll be Mr. Lansing? Oh, by the way, Happy Birthday.”

While Derek placed their order, Debra continued to scan the bar. A young couple next to Liz looked like they were about to pay their bill. When Derek turned around to hand Debra her drink, she was gone. He looked down the long bar and saw her back in the corner, hovering over a couple as they paid their tab. She waved above the crowd and he nodded, walking over to her.

Just as he approached, he saw Debra look over at the glorious blonde in the corner. Her eyes lit up and she stepped forward, tapping the lady on the shoulder. Derek froze. Did he recognize her? Was this going to be a surprise party after all? He studied the blonde hard.

No. Her face wasn’t even remotely familiar. He would have recognized those eyes and those lips. He watched as Debra embraced the woman and kissed her softly on the cheek.

Who the hell was this woman and why didn’t he recognize her? What was going on???! Slowly, he made his way towards the girls.

Debra whispered breathlessly in Liz’s ear, “Omigod! You look absolutely stunning! I’m sorry we’re late but Derek. . .Well, it doesn’t matter. Omigod, look at you!”

 

[Lady_Kit]

Liz heard the commotion when Debra and Derek entered the restaurant. She watched in the bar mirror as they were greeted by the owner and then ushered into the bar. When her eyes met Debras' she gave the other woman a quick smile to reassure her. Although from the look on Debs face, everything was well in hand.

Just when Liz was trying to figure out how to casually bump into Debra, the couple next to her was called to their table. They gathered their possessions and Deb stepped into the space they vacated.

“Omigod! You look absolutely stunning! I’m sorry we’re late but Derek. . .Well, it doesn’t matter. Omigod, look at you!”

Me?! What about you? You look good enough to eat…come to think of it, you smell good enough to eat too. Were we being just a bit naughty?

She grinned at the light blush that touched the other womans cheeks; then gave Debra a quick hug and then sat back. Liz let her eyes sweep up and down over the wickedly sexy woman in the tux.

Don’t worry about being late! I’m just glad you’re here now…and here comes your handsome husband. Ready to play?

The last question was serious. Liz wanted to be sure that this was what Debra wanted before it went any further. At the other womans nod, Liz smiled.

Can you believe it? He just didn’t show up. Now, here I sit all dressed up and no date. I tell you Deb, I’m ready to just give up on dating. What are you doing here? Special evening out?

Liz tried to look casual and relaxed, which she was not, but Derek was approaching. She was pleased to see that he was every bit as handsome as Deb had said; she wondered if all of the description was as accurate. She smiled as he arrived and listened as Debra made the introductions.

 

[Dillon]

Derek came home to a fairly peaceful home, that is until Deb arrived. Suddenly it was hurricane Debra and better watch out!! He had been able to take his time getting ready and dressing for the evening, trimming the nails and shaving closely to the face. He had chosen a simple ensemble for the evening of Geoffrey Beene beige pants and a black turtleneck. When the tornado hit he was ready save for the finishing touches...and they hit the road. When they got to the valet Derek realized he hadn't even been able to thank Deb yet for the lovely gift on his right wrist.

The casualness of the day had suddenly snapped back upon him. Suddenly he was in the restaurant, there were lots of people. He was ordering drinks and then Deb was gone from his side. And then he saw Deb waving him over to a corner of the bar.

This is NOT what I had in mind...what is going on??

Derek approached a striking woman, his eyes taking in as much of her as he could without appearing to do so. Deb seemed set to perform the introductions.

Say hi be nice and and hopefully we can return to our evening...

 

[StarXChyld]

The Set up and the pitch. . .

Debra wasn’t lying. Liz did look absolutely stunning. As she bent forward to give Liz a kiss, Debra caught a glimpse of red lace under her dress. Derek was right. They were both dressed to kill tonight.

As Derek approached with their drinks, Liz started in with her story, “Can you believe it? He just didn’t show up. Now, here I sit all dressed up and no date. I tell you Deb, I’m ready to just give up on dating. What are you doing here? Special evening out? “

Perfect timing. Derek was at Debra’s elbow, handing her her drink. Debra reached for it and nodded in sympathy at Liz’s predicament. “Oh hon, I’m so sorry. Don’t give up on men though. The right one is out there, he’s just taking his time getting to you.”

She turned, slipping her arm around Liz’s shoulders and smiling at Derek. “Darling, I want you to meet a friend of mine. This is Liz. She’s the lady I had dinner with yesterday, remember? Liz, this is my husband, Derek. We’re celebrating his birthday tonight.”

Liz set down her drink and extended her hand, “Derek, a pleasure to meet you. Debra didn’t mention she married a younger man! Happy birthday!” She winked at Debra and Debra giggled nervously.


Derek took Liz’s hand in his and brought it to his lips. “The pleasure is all mine, Liz. Keep talking like that and I’ll have to keep you around all the time.” He released her hand and took a sip of his wine.

Debra pounced on his innocent remark, “Oh Derek, that’s a great idea! Liz, how would you like to join Derek and I for dinner? I’d hate to see you waste that great outfit just sitting here at the bar. Although, that bartender is awfully cute.” Both women’s eyes locked on the back of the bartender’s pants and they laughed.

Derek fidgeted uncomfortably. Granted the woman was charming and certainly pretty enough to look at for an entire evening but he wasn’t sure he wanted to have company tonight. He smiled grimly as Liz slipped off the bar stool and linked arms with Debra. Tossing a twenty on the bar, he motioned to the bartender, “Keep the change.” Turning to face the two lovely ladies before him, he asked, “Shall we?”

 

[Lady_Kit]

As Liz slid off the stool she deliberately let her skirt ride even further up her thigh. She hoped that a bit of bare skin showing above her stocking might make Derek a little more pleased with the idea of company. She didn’t want him to feel as if she’d been pushed upon him so she tried to think of some compromise.

To stall, and because she wanted to touch her, Liz linked arms with Debra and surreptitiously squeezed the other womans arm against her breast. Liz nearly laughed aloud as she felt Debra doing the same thing.

What a sweetheart you are to offer, but I couldn’t do that! You two should be alone on a special night like this. I’ll be just fine.

Liz was not sure what to say to make Derek want her to join them, but it seemed important that the decision be his. Nothing had occurred to her but the drunk salesman returned to the bar and took the problem out of her hands. He spotted her at once and turned in her direction.

“There you are! I thought you’d probably rushed away by now. Whynt you come have a little drinky with me? It’ll be fun…”

In his intoxicated state, the man must have thought himself quite a catch, because Liz’s reply was not what he expected.

I thought I already explained this to you. I do not want to have a drink with you. I want you to keep away from me!

Liz let her voice reflect a little more fear than she really felt. She was pleased to note that Derek reacted the way any red-blooded man would. He puffed out his chest and prepared to wade in and rescue the damsel in distress.

“That’s right, you’re that woman don’t like men…aint ya? Well, mebbe you just aint found the right man…”

The drunk leered at Liz took a step forward, one hand extended as if to touch her, and ran right into the broad expanse of a very male chest. Derek looked down at the drunk; seemed to get bigger; and spoke in a low calm voice.

“The lady is not interested, Pal. Take a hike.”

Before the drunk could respond, Larry, the bartender arrived. He stepped close to the salesman, nearly touching him, then looked at Derek and spoke.

“Anything you need Mr. Lansing?”

“I would appreciate it if you would take care of the gentleman. Larry. I believe I see Fred signaling that our table is ready. Ladies, shall we go to dinner?”

Derek extended an arm to each of the beauties. His face was lit with a satisfied smile as every man, and some of the women, watched him enviously as the trio left the bar. When they reached Fred, Derek requested that another place be added to their table. He had deciced that Liz was joining them for dinner.

 

[StarXChyld]

Debra watched in horror as the drunk tried to accost Liz, this was not what they had in mind at all! Suddenly, Derek was there at Liz’s side, getting in the saleman’s face. He handled the situation with finesse and Debra could feel her pride swelling in her heart as he escorted them to their table.

Fred had set them up with a large round booth in front of the stone fireplace. Debra slid in first and Derek followed, then Liz slid in after him, nudging him along the seat. He looked a bit surprised but politely moved to the center of the booth, a blonde flanking him on each side. There was a bottle of Dom chilling in the silver ice bucket next to the table and after Fred handed them their menus, he reached for the bottle.

“It would give me great pleasure to open this for you Derek, in honor of your birthday.”

No one spoke as Fred skillfully popped the cork and presented to Derek. After all the glasses were filled, Debra raised her glass in a toast, “To the most handsome and wonderful husband in the world. Happiness truly is being married to your best friend! Happy birthday, Derek.” She leaned over and kissed him lovingly.

They all took a sip and Debra settled back in the booth, sighing blissfully, “Ahhh, like liquid gold!” Liz nodded her agreement as she let the champagne run over her tongue.

Derek set his glass down and turned to Liz, his demeanor more relaxed and cordial now. “So Liz, tell me again. How did you and Debra meet?”

 

[Lady_Kit]

How did we meet? Well, it was really the funniest thing. I caught Debra trying to steal my shoes.

Derek raised one brow and looked attentive. Debra nearly strangled on her champagne.

They weren't really my shoes, at least not yet, but I was enroute, so to speak, when your wife snagged them.

Debra laughed from the other side of the table.

"I had to have them! They were on sale, they fit, and they were the perfect color. Clearly they were intended to be my shoes. Besides, I don't know what you're unhappy about, you found another pair, and you met me."

Liz smiled warmly at Debra, then at Derek.

I think you're right, I believe I got a fantastic deal after all.

A toast, to new friends, new shoes, and unexpected heroes. Thanks for rescuing me Derek.

Liz leaned close and gently kissed Derek on his cheek, then she raised her glass and drank.

 

[Dillon]

The quiet evening at an intimate restaurant tucked into a quiet table...well that was an idea gone by the wayside. Before he even knew who she was...he was defending, he became protective of a virtual stranger. And suddenly voila! In between two women dressed to the "nine's" and sipping some very nice champagne he found himself a bit outside his own body. And much like since the moment Deb arrived home he felt as though he were stuck in slow motion while the world sped past.

Derek shrugged, "I didn't rescue you. I saved a man from getting beaten up by a woman in front of a lot of people."

Her kiss was unexpected, soft but polite. He turned to Deb, checking for any sign of uneasiness, but she just smiled. And Liz laughed an infectious laugh, "I could have taken him, I could have."

"I'm trying to avoid first date kind of questions here but I'm not sure I can avoid them." Derek glanced at Deb and then continued," What's your favorite color, do you have any brothers or sisters, what do you do, and name me your favorite band, or at least the top two. And then we'll get to me, as it is MY birthday."

He wasn't sure how seriously the questions would be taken or if they would be answered at all. Some people found his directness funny and some did not. Strange thing was, some of his better friends found him very unfunny at the first.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Liz laughed with delight at his directness. Her eyes sparkled and her tone was light when she answered.

Well you must not be that old on this birthday Derek. You didn’t ask my “sign.” Anyone my age always asks that. Its some holdover from dating in the 70’s and 80’s I suspect. Lets see, in no particular order; my favorite color is red, hot, vibrant vivid red; it always makes me feel warm & sexy and at 40, both are welcome. There you got a bonus answer, my age.

She chucked at his surprised look and went on.

What else….siblings? No brothers or sisters, my parents are retired from corporate America and happily running a bar in Key West; they have a twisted idea of retirement. I’ve tried but can’t make them slow down.

She paused to take a sip of her champagne before continuing, then told Derek about her job as a corporate trainer for a large multinational firm. They exchanged travel horror stories, trying to top each other with tales of lost luggage, presentations that failed to work, and hotels from hell. By the time the waiter stopped, for the second time, to take their dinner order Derek was relaxed and enjoying the attention of his beautiful companions.

Debra, you have a charming husband. Every bit as wonderful as you told me! You are a lucky woman.

Liz looked across the table at her sexy friend, and then quickly looked away. The deep v of Debras jacket was driving Liz out of her mind and she was sure that she would give the game away if she didn’t keep here eyes off the curvaceous blonde. She had tried looking at Derek instead, but her imagination got her into trouble there as well. For Liz, the evening was already fraught with sexual tension and dinner hadn’t even arrived yet. She shifted in her seat, feeling the wetness between her legs and wondered how she would last until Derek unwrapped his gifts.

 

[Dillon]

Somewhere in the conversation that followed Derek found himself intrigued with Liz. There was something about her, something familiar. And there was also something else...she seemed to radiate sex. Underneath the polite conversation and smiles Derek had found himself unintentionally focusing on her lips, the soft area between her collar bone and her neck...even the posture of her back and head. At those moments he tried to glance away, or turn to Deb.


The waiter once again arrived, "We have GOT to order something, this poor man is going to go crazy. Do you guys still have that raw tuna and wasabi appetizer?" The waiter nodded. "Great we'll start with that, sound ok ladies?"

It was just after that when the silent bell for a bathroom moment had arrived. The two warm women caught eyes and like synchronized swimmers, began sliding out of the booth.

How do women do that?? Oh well, time to study the menu I suppose...

Before she was completely out, Derek gave Deb a quick peck. "Don't be too long, dear. I fear our audience will start asking questions." He had felt the inquisitive glances of the fellow patrons, even catching one guilty party eye to eye. He watched as the two left. More specifically he watched two very hot asses in great outfits exit, the two little pills in his wallet burning holes through his wallet.