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At 7 30 on a Friday evening an UBER Toyota Camry driven by an attrative youthful black woman let me off a couple of car-lengths from Babes of Careytown. The car was on its way when I left a tip in response to the text message.
My high heals clacked on the concrete. The late afternoon sun was still quite warm. That's not unusual for Richmond in mid May. A slight breeze made the weather comfortable.
Will Jane actually be here tonight? I hope I see her. It's not like we've never talked before. It's not like we've never made plans to meet.
I hope she likes this dress. I'm wearing a white, pink/blue floral print sleeveless midi. The v-neck shows just a hint of clevage.
Jane Scott Hall was sitting just where I expected to find her, outside at a black metallic table on the deck. She was wearing just what I expected to see, a Turquoise strappy detail v-neck with ruffle short sleeves. Her legs looked so sexy in white shorts.
"Nice dress Stephanie," she remarked.
"Thank you," I replied then took a seat across from her.
"You look like you're dressed for the office."
I had already mentioned in chats that I work as a legal secretary but it seemed worth repeating.
"Lennox and Phelps," I said. "You're in health care right?"
"Good memory," said Jane. She added, "MRI."
We chatted freely though very little of the chat was new. Anecdotes from her childhood, things to do and places to see in and around Lynchburg seemed to dominate the conversation. So what if we said it all before. She does seem like someone whom I can like.
She finally asked, "do you play pool."
The question was not unexpected.
"Not very well," I replied.
"I'm not exactly Willy Mosconi."
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A band comprised of 3 dudes in black teeshirts and a female lead guitar clad in a black tanktop was playing soulful renditions of popular tunes. The pool table had just been vacated so we started a game.
"Flip a coin for the break," she said.
I agreed with a mere nod.
The cue ball clacked against the triangle of balls sending the 7 ball into the left corner. Jane came to the right side and leaned over the table lining up another shot. The 4 ball dropped into the pocket opposite her.
Not exactly Willy Mosconi huh?
"I played a lot growing up," she finally admitted.
I looked at the table seeing only one solid color remaining.
"Do you mind if we don't play another match?"
"That's fine with me."
That said, we returned to outdoor seating. We each ordered another beer which we sipped while making small talk.
"My thing was darts," I said.
"I'll bet you're pretty good at it."
"Passable," I replied.
"Did you play a lot?"
"The board hung on a big tree in the back yard. My brother, his friends and I played every day."
"Were there wagers involved?"
"I remember this one day. We were lit so the loser had to streak."
I had never until that moment mentioned the streaking incident. It's not that I was embarrassed. It's just that I saw no reason to bring up the subject.
"The streaker was you wasn't it."
"I'll never tell."
We kept chatting. Different topics came up.
"Where did you get that dress? I want one just like it. It's pretty."
"Beautifulhalo.com," I replied then added, "I had it delivered istanbul travestileri to my address."
"How long did it take to reach you?"
"Just a week,"I replied.
I could see her eyes roaming downward from my eyes as though she was lusting after me. I scored.
I asked, "have you ever seen a woman naked."
She declined to answer.
So you've never been with a woman. Cool. Looks like I have a "gold star" here.
The following morning at 9 I arrived at Country Inn Suites by Radisson, a pitched roof two-floor building. Leaning against my car in the driveway, I called Jane's cell phone.
This is so cool. We'll have a day at the beach. Maybe I'll get to kiss her.
She picked up on the second ring.
"Stephanie are you outside?"
"I'm right in front of the hotel."
A mild breeze was blowing toward the shore. Waves roll toward the beach and break about 50 feet from the sand. Seagulls glided over water and sand, their cries splitting the air. Jane and I stood barely 10 feet from wet sand gazing eastward.
I was wearing a casual purple-multi romper with elastic-waist tie detail, surplice neckline with snap. The sleeves are half-length length.
Jane is wearing a dark-blue teeshirt without a bra inside, blue cutoffs and sandals.
Two beach blankets_one white and blue striped, the other straw_lie just two steps behind us.
We had been on the beach for about 5 minutes when I stripped off the romper revealing my nude body.
"I can stay like this."
Jane grinned then pulled off her teeshirt which she dropped in front of her feet.
Just seconds later she pulled off her shorts and panties.
We dashed into the surf and waded past the travesti istanbul breakers.
There was a moderate swell perhaps a foot high.
Jane and I gaze in all directions. No one else is naked.
Anyway after almost a half hour in the water we waded out and strolled back to our blankets. There we lay wearing brown glasses shielding our eyes.
I turned my head toward Jane and nudged her with my foot getting her attention.
"What?"
"I feel like having sex with you."
She giggled.
"I think we can wait until we're home."
"I have a clit vibrator."
"Cool," Jane quipped.
We didn't stay long at the beach. Avoiding sunburn was a priority; that and sex.
We had barely crossed the threshold when Jane pulled me into an open-mouth kiss. Her hands creep down from my shoulders stopping at my boobs caressing them then proceeding downward.
We dashed to my bedroom. She eases me onto my back on the mattress rubbing my clitoris with two fingers. The organ quickly becomes engorged. My labia part. Wetness spreads between the lips. Muscles go into spasms creating great tension that makes my legs quiver and my hips buck.
I let out a soft "mmmmmmmmm". Her hand is palm down on my lady parts. Her knee is wedged between my thighs.
That first sex with a woman since after high school feels awesome. Two fingers penetrate to my G-spot and slide slowly back and forth continuously bringing me to the brink of a powerful orgasm.
Suddenly I let out a loud moan signaling a climax and causing Jane to withdraw her fingers. I lay huffing for a few minutes recuperating slowly.
"Did you say you have a vibrator?"
"Yes I did."
"May I borrow it?"
"You may, but you don't get to hold it."
"Is it multiple vibe levels?"
I nodded, got up to fetch my toy from the nightstand draw and pushed it against her clit.
Before long I knew she was close to an orgasm.
I decided to bring Jane to a favorite place to eat. We came to The Grill at Waterford.