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Despite our age differences I was getting quite comfortable dating Catherine, she was quite happy to drive me where ever I wanted to go anytime I chose. Picking me up from work each night, she would drive me home, or to her house on Wednesday and Friday nights, when I would spend the night with her. Wednesday evenings we would usually take in a movie, then back to her house where we both enjoyed loving one another. On the weekends we enjoyed the social aspect of the lesbian clubs. Now this might sound funny but I’d never been to a live concert before, coming from a small town there just wasn’t the appeal, except for to odd pantomimes at Christmas. Now in the bigger cities there were the regular theatres where live productions were staged. Reading the paper one night I noticed an ad for a musical revue that was playing at one of them, that featured a famous entertainer named Harry Secombe. I’d often heard him on the radio, and thought he was funny and told Catherine I would like to go. She got excited and went and purchased tickets for the evening show on a Friday night. We talked about what to wear, (It was my way of finding out what was appropriate) and she suggested evening dresses. I found a way of asking her advice about anything, that way I didn’t feel so silly in my ignorance of something I wasn’t sure about. I didn’t own such a thing as an evening dress at that time, but felt my best dress would have to do. On the Friday we were to go to the show, I got off work early and went home to my room to get ready. I always liked to start an evening out with a nice bath, take my time doing my hair and nails then put on some pretty underwear. By this time I was building up quite a wardrobe and loved silks and satins, I always felt so sexy in them. Catherine came to pick me up early so we could go for a drink before the show, and drove us to one of our favorite bars. She looked gorgeous, she had obviously taken the trouble to get dressed up nicely for the evening too, and with her new hairstyle looked fabulous. Once inside the theatre we checked out coats in the cloakroom, and I thought Catherine looked very curvaceous in a full length dress, her upper chest adorned with a lovely three strand neck lace. There was a bar there where people were enjoying drinks while waiting for the show to begin, then a few minutes before curtain time there was an announcement. “Ladies and Gentlemen please take your seats,” it was all very posh I thought not being used to it. We had good seats not too far from the front where we had an excellent view of the stage, Kadıköy Escort and I thoroughly enjoyed the show. Half way through it there was an intermission where we could go to the washroom, then to the bar for a drink until they announced the start of the second half. Noticing how other people were dressed so nice I recall thinking, “This is for me for sure.” After we left the theatre and Catherine took my arm as we walked to her car, where as usual she unlocked the door and held it open for me to get in. Before she had a chance to start the engine, I leaned over and placed a hand on her arm said “Thank you that was a most enjoyable time I’ll make it up to you”. Once we got in to her house she hung up our coats, and rushed to stoke up the fire and went to make tea as usual. “No tea” I said, “How about some wine?” Catherine poured us a couple of glasses of white wine, I was beginning to enjoy wine more and more and found I preferred white to red. Still standing when she brought the wine to me, I held my glass up and got her to link arms with me and said something like, “Here’s to the prettiest lady in the theatre tonight” and we both took a sip. As usual this embarrassed her and she looked down, so I placed a finger under her chin lifting her head up and kissed her mouth. Standing close to her like that and kissing I could smell her, it was intoxicating, her luscious tits pressing into me as we tongued one another. I thanked her again telling her how much I enjoyed the evening, I was starting to get aroused and wanted to make love to her as I’d promised her. Topping up our wine glasses with more wine, I took her hand and said, “Come” and led her to her bedroom. There I unzipped her evening dress and helped her out of it, placing it carefully over a chair then turned to look at her. I caught my breath for a moment; she was wearing a waist cincher with a small push-up bra that had made her look so curvaceous. Obviously she had worn the new more modern underwear she had bought recently to please me and it worked. She was wearing the more modern knickers, but these were not the normal cotton ones, rather they were very pretty silk ones that fitted tight round her bum. They also had lace round the leg openings and tied with a ribbon at the side. It was all in black, in fact the silk was shining in the light of the room, and standing there in her high heels and wearing black nylons she looked absolutely gorgeous. I asked her to turn around slowly so I could enjoy the view, I even asked her to bend over to present Kadıköy Escort Bayan her derriere to me. It looked so thrilling to me, so beautiful and well rounded. The silk material stretched over her hips so inviting I just had to run my hands over it loving the feel of the smoothness. Quickly I slipped my own dress off followed by my bra, taking her hand led her to her bed where we both laid down on top of the covers. I saw the happiness and love in her eyes, now I could cradle her in my arms as I petted her. French kissing her then moving round to nibble on her ear, moving down to kiss her neck and shoulder. It wasn’t hard to pop her tits out of her lacy bra so I could devote my time to them, caressing lightly with my fingertips, round each rock hard nipple yet not touching it to tease her. Her breathing started to change, pressing her tits up for my searching fingers as she began emitting small moans of pleasure. For me it was always a pleasure to play with her tits, they were so big, soft and sensuous. By now I had learned to take my time, to kiss and suck them making her wait till I was ready to go further. She would wiggle under me as her excitement grew, her moans turning to squeals of pleasure, her legs intertwined with mine as she liked to press her pussy against my thigh. Suddenly she had a climax, and I gave her a moment to enjoy the rush before moving a hand down over her hips and bum. Again slowly I stroked her lightly with my fingertips, over her buttocks and into the valley between her cheeks. The feel of the silk of her knickers was in itself erotic, so smooth to the touch then to move down the leg to feel the nylon covering her thigh. The garter strap from her bodice made it so much more pleasurable, those ugly rubber bands she had used to hold her stockings in place did nothing for me. My own adrenaline was starting to flow by now, how I enjoyed the feeling of silk and nylon. Now moving her more onto her back, she opened her legs to give me access to that most intimate part between her legs. Still I made her wait as I continued to stroke her thighs and buttocks, my mouth was still on her delicious tits as my hand explored her lower body. I had one of her thighs gripped tight between my legs as I pressed my crotch against it, loving the sensations I was feeling myself. At last I moved my fingers from her thigh into her crotch, her knickers were wet there as I explored her vulva, round the outside it before cupping it in my hand for a minute. Then to let my finger stroke the material Escort Kadıköy into the valley between her labia’s, gripping my shoulders tightly. I felt her fingernails digging into my flesh. I still kept teasing her feeling her clit through the silk, feel her trying to press it into my hand. I continued to stroke it her cries getting more urgent, till she finally froze for a moment as she had a most powerful orgasm. I felt her relax as if thinking it was over but I still wasn’t finished. I lifted up the leg that was over hers to free her up as I pushed her knickers down below her knees, now I could truly feel her wetness. Moving round to place myself between her legs I kissed her tummy just below her bodice and into her pubic hair, her smell was strong, her hair saturated with her pussy juice. I moved my arms under her thighs as she raised her knees up, her feet still trapped by her knickers. She was mine completely, I kissed the inside of one thigh from her stocking tops up over her pussy and down the other, and her cunt was wide open inviting me to explore it with my tongue. Explore it I did, her inner and outer labia’s, tasting her juices, lapping at it like a dog and finally sucking her clitoris. She would occasionally clamp my head with her thighs, feeling her garter buckle against my cheek till again with a cry she froze for a moment, and then convulsed as she climaxed once again. Breathing heavily myself I rolled off her in a high state of arousal, and after a few moments of bliss I felt her move around to pull my knickers off and go down on me. It didn’t take long for me to reach my peak of arousal, calling out to her as the dam burst within me to give me a most welcoming and much needed orgasm. Moments later it was morning, or so it seemed, as Catherine was waking me up with the proverbial cup of tea telling me I’d better get up for work. I groaned, I’d felt so secure and comfortable but knew she was right, and had to force myself to get moving. Driving me there she was bubbling over about how much she had enjoyed herself, and thanking me for the nice ‘treat’ after saying it was the best night ever. I let her ramble on about it until we got to my work. As I was about to get out of the car I leaned over and kissed her saying, “You were worth it, that was the most beautiful evening” and left her with that. A few weeks later my birthday was coming up, and Catherine wanted to take me somewhere special for dinner, of course as usual there was no objection from me, and again it was an excuse to get all dolled up. After dinner we relaxed with some more wine and she looked closely at me and said, “Mairi why don’t you come and live with me?” In a way she caught me off guard, I was happy with the way things were going and told her I’d think about it. In a way I was excited by the idea, but also had to think about the social side of things.

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