Adventures of City Girl

There was a difficult silence from everyone before we all burst into giggles at what Becky had said.

'Ooops, well maybe I should just keep that to myself.' Becky blushed and drank some of her smoothie.

'You will have to forgive our Becky I am afraid.' said one of her friends. 'She knows no bounds of decency really, she will ask you, or tell you anything. Which can be somewhat disquieting.'

'Anyway I am Sophie, this is Anna'. She indicated to the third woman.

We did introductions and talked away for a while. They were excellent company, and I realised how little female company I had in my normal daily life. There were a few women at work I kept up with, but many had left to have kids and I had lost contact. Besides I was generally pretty tough on everyone at work, and I suspected that few wanted to be my friend after I had nailed them to a desk with a project plan.

After the juice bar they invited me along to a local restaurant they obviously frequented from time to time.

It was a fun evening, and three or four bottles of wine later we were all a little the worse for wear.

'Clare there is something I need to say.' Becky and Anna had gone to the loo and it was just Sophie and myself.

'You should understand that Becky is a terrible flirt, and has a long history of making passes at straight girls. She likes blokes, but come late at night she has a real tendency to have a shot at other girls too. You need to think it through, just in case. You mentioned past blokes, so you might want to avoid any difficult situations.'

I was pretty drunk myself, not being a regular drinker. 'Oh don't worry about me. I think I can cope.' I replied nonchalantly, and I dismissed the warning, wondering what we could do next for more entertainment.

'Well OK, but just think it through'. Sophie smiled nicely and we talked on about trips abroad. Just then Becky and Anna returned and Becky positively exploded with excitement.

'Dancing – in honour of our new friend Clare'. She exclaimed. 'Come on everyone I know a nice bar near Smithfield's market that is open till 3 and will easily let us in.

'Oh I don't know'. Both Anna and Sophie looked doubtful, and started making excuses about domestic chores for the following morning, but I suddenly felt a wave of interest. I never went our dancing and this looked like too much of an opportunity to miss.

'Sure lets go.' I agreed with Becky and she looked up excitedly.

We shared the first cab to arrive, leaving the others to wait for the next one. As we sat on the back seat of the taxi, I reflected on what Sophie had said. How would I react. I wasn't really sure but I was desperate to remain friends with the three women, I hadn't had as much fun for years.

We arrived at the bar and the huge six-foot black guy on the door took one look at Becky in her short tight dress and waved her in. Late night bars in London are always keen to have a ready supply of attractive young women to keep the blokes coming. She quickly extracted two beers from the barman, undoubtedly jumping the queue horribly, but seemed not to care as she passed one to me.

We talked about life in London, she was a ceramicist, living and working in newly the east part of Hoxton, I presumed pretty successful, as it was no longer the cheap area it once had been. I talked a little about my work, but as always her eyes glazed over at the mention of consultancy and banking. No ones favourite subject.

'Come on let's dance.' She finished her beer in a single gulp and took me by the hand, leading me downstairs to the hot and very noisy dance floor. Most of the dancers were women, mostly in twos or threes, a few in couples. I started to dance, copying a few repetitive moves I had learned over the years from dull Christmas parties. Becky was a lot wilder with hands and arms waving all over, I smiled at her childish glee. It was nice and we spent a happy hour or so, moving in time to music.

Eventually the evening, and the tough day that preceded it, started to take a toll on me and I felt a weariness coming over me. We had consumed a considerable amount of alcohol by this time and I knew I would pay for it in the morning.

'Becky, I have to go. I am exhausted'. I appealed to her.

She looked over at me crestfallen at my lack of loyalty. 'Oh come on Clare, just another hour, its early, only just half one.'

'No, I have to go home before I fall asleep'. I maintained.

'Come over here.' She said with a big grin, and dragged me over to the side of the room. There were some leather sofas in the morning, and she shoved me firmly down into one.

'You can't leave now.' She said, sitting down next to me, and effectively blocking my exit. Then leaning over to say something quietly to me, she suddenly pressed her lips to mine, and gave me a light yet lingering kiss. I was very taken aback having forgotten Sophie's warning. On one hand I felt shock, almost disgust, on the other it was a beautiful kiss and it had been a long time since I had felt such gentle desire.

She pulled back and looked at me to sense my reaction. Presumably seeing just surprise, and sensing no rejection, she put her hand behind my head and once again pulled our lips together. This time my reaction was less negative and I luxuriated in the feeling of her soft lips pecking around my mouth. I felt her tongue lightly brush my lips and opened them slightly to encourage her. My head was spinning both with the alcohol, the sensuality of the feeling I got from her, and also from the shock at my allowing her to kiss me.

She stopped again and pulled away from me a little, sitting back to gauge the effect she was having upon me. I remained silent, a slight smile on my face, trying to understand how I felt. I started to think through the effects of this, and realised with a panic, that I would be very shocked the next day. It also hit me that this was exactly what could put my relationship with all three women at risk. I needed to think.

'Gosh Becky.' I stammered. 'That was lovely, and... unexpected. But'

'Don't say but', She shouted back at me with a huge grin on her face. 'I hate but.'

'But, you know, this is all a bit new for me. I don't want to mislead you.' I continued.

'Come home with me. You will love yourself for it.'

'No Becky.' The old me was prevailing. 'I really want to make this decision a bit more soberly; I don't want it to be a drunken thing and then ruin us. I have only just made friends with you, and it was all so lovely.'

'Boring, boring.' She had heard this before and was worried she would not get her way. She reached across, and once again kissed me on the lips, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. Once again I couldn't help but enjoy the beautiful intimacy of her embrace. I felt her breasts press into mine, and I felt her hand hold the side of my chest, clinging to me to try and hold me closer.

I opened my eyes and saw two blokes at the bar, staring straight at us, obviously enjoying the show.

I gently disentangled myself from Becky and stood up to climb over her.

'I am really sorry, Becky, but I really want to make this decision in a more sensible way.'

'Oh go on then.' She finally gave in, jumping up after me and giving me a farewell hug, and a peck on the cheek.

I woke up the next day, with the worst hangover of the last ten years, I vomited in the toilet and then sat in the shower, the water cascading down over my body that felt broken and shrivelled. It wasn't until midday that I remembered the events with Becky and I suddenly felt a terrible fear that I may have damaged our friendship on the first night. I thought back to the cab journey home however, and to the gentle kiss she gave me on my lips as she got out at her flat, and I hoped that she would understand my position. I wondered why I had allowed it to happen, I didn't really feel attracted to her, and I still felt a huge desire for James. But at the same time, I didn't feel unhappy with myself either, just confusion. I had had sexual fantasies before, about sex with other women, but never really felt likely to act them out. I wondered how I could continue my friendship with Becky given what had happened that evening.

At work, things were as tough as ever. I was in charge of a project that was going off the rails as performance problems mounted in the testing environment. I had good guys working on it, but I was pretty tough on them. We all worked that Sunday, and I told them that we would be staying late at least three days that week, to run further tests in the evenings. They were all pretty resigned to it, but I still felt a real hard bitch taking their lives off them to make my project more successful. I knew that they had families but had made my reputation as a woman that got stuff done, and we all were well rewarded for our successes.

There was an announcement that James would be arriving the following week, and I realised that I would need to get everything ready for my plans for him. I was pretty happy with what I had achieved, I had longer hair, down past my shoulders for the first time in years, and it had a beautiful healthy shine to it, as I had started using the most expensive hair products. My body had never looked better and my complexion had improved with my new healthy diet.

On the Thursday night we had completed our final round of tests early and everything was looking good for a production release. I decided to go shopping, a new pleasure that I had never previously enjoyed. Shopping had always just been a case of replacing old clothes. Now however, I had a reason to dress up and a body in which I could enjoy looking good in whatever I fancied.

I walked into the exclusive boutique on Bond Street, which was selling a variety of eveningwear and lingerie. It was relatively empty and a sales-assistant quickly latched onto me. I wasn't especially well dressed, just a standard issue black trouser suit, but I guess I had a look of intent to buy. I chose a couple of their expensive evening dresses including one that looked extremely flimsy, I was hardly able to believe that anyone could wear them in public.

'You know', the assistant began 'you are lucky to be able to wear some of these, you have a great figure.'

'Thanks'. I responded holding one of them up to my body to try it out.

The changing room area was like a large boudoir with huge mirrors and large changing rooms with thick navy velvet curtains, my heels sank into the thick carpet as I luxuriated in my surroundings. I went into one of the changing rooms, and started trying to figure how to get into the first of the outfits. It was a blue satin dress with a deep v shaped neckline on the front that went well below the bottom of my breasts. It had a halter neck with practically no back, except for a thin strap that came across to link with a pretty bow, which would hold it somewhat tight across the front. I slipped off my blouse and bra, stepped into the dress and pulled the halter neck over my head. It fitted really well, the thin silky material pulled tight over my breasts felt immensely sexy. I could see the slight bump of my nipples through the material. I wondered if it might be just too much. The rounded sides of my breasts were clearly visible in the cut away section on the front. It clung to my waist and hips too, tightly showing my newly toned waist to its best advantage. The back was very low, only just higher that my bum, and the top of my white knickers showed in the gap.

I walked out into the main area and admired myself in the mirror; I was very pleased with the result. The assistant came over with a 'wow' and a guy who was waiting for his partner in the corner couldn't help but stare over at me, obviously undressing me in his mind.

'Fantastic.' Said the assistant. 'Whoever you are going out with in that will not be able to believe his eyes.' I could see the guy in the corner trying out her theory and struggling.

'I think you will have to loose the knickers though. VPL does not go with the satin look. Maybe a thin string if it doesn't cut in.'

I went back into my cubicle and pulling the curtain across, leaving just a small gap, I pulled up the dress and pulled my panties off. I was watching the guy who I could just see through the gap reflected in the mirror, would he have the balls to try and see in I wondered. Sure enough he was furtively looking over through the gap to try and catch a glimpse of me changing. I dropped my panties on the floor and walked back out into the main room.

'That looks better.' Came some support from the assistant.

I ran my hand down over my stomach and pussy; it felt incredibly sexy wearing just the thinnest satin over my nude form. It was a long time since I had had a guy look at me with such lust and I was enjoying it. I realised I was wearing less than I often wore in bed.

'Its great' I agreed with the woman. 'But I'll try on the others too.'

I went back into the changing room and once again left a small gap between the curtains as I pulled then across, just enough to leave room for a subtle glance, but not enough that it looked like I had done it on purpose. I undid the halter neck behind my neck and let the dress fall slowly to the floor, feeling the soft silky material caress my body as it fell. I was then standing nude in the cubicle and felt incredibly exposed without even the satin to hide me. As I was taking the next dress off the hanger I glanced through the gap, and once again saw his head turned to try and see me. I was sure I caught his eye momentarily scanning down over my naked pussy before he realised I could see him, and he tried to look away quickly.

I pulled the curtain closed, pretending that I had not realised how exposed I was, in reality I was becoming increasingly sexually excited studying his reaction. His partner was out there too, trying on some pretty hot dresses but he was still trying to eye me up. I was flattered and aroused to see his prying eyes.

The next dress was a completely see through white lace mesh dress with a translucent area of thick lace around the breasts and around my pussy, going down a few inches onto my legs, and covering the middle of my ass. There was just thin transparent white mesh covering all the rest of my firm figure. I slipped it on and enjoyed the way that I looked almost nude, with less of me covered than when I was wearing knickers and a bra, it was again immensely sexy and I tried to imagine what it would be like to wear it in a crowded bar or restaurant with a crowd of men enjoying my exposure.

I opened the curtain and the guy tried to look away, focusing on his wife, but he couldn't help glancing my way to check out the new outfit. I walked around a little, seeing how the solid areas moved as I walked, but it was a little too revealing for my tastes. If I turned quickly to the side, the front pieces failed to keep up, and my breasts were exposed. Also, when I sat, the short skirt left my pussy completely visible, but the sheer lace sides precluded wearing underwear. Perhaps not the one for me I decided.

I did decide to buy the first one, returned to my changing room and changed quickly back into my black suit, before walking out past my new admirer. I smiled at him as I passed him, happy to demonstrate that there were no hard feelings. I was aroused by the whole experience and had enjoyed his appreciative glances. His wife had on a pretty sexy number herself by this time, a strapless gown that pulled her breasts high to be admired, I complemented her on it as I left and she smiled generously. Perhaps she was glad to see the back of me.

I picked up a pair of laced top hold-up stockings near the tills, I had a feeling that the tops would be low enough to show in the high side slits that my new dress had, but felt that considering how much else would be on show when wearing it, that a little stocking top would be fine.

On the taxi journey home I was really aroused and thought through again the way that the guy had looked at me, the hunger and lust in his eyes as he had peered through the curtain, I was starting to enjoy the control that I felt. I pressed my fingers over my pussy and could already feel my clit tingling in anticipation. I wondered to myself why I had devoted the last ten years so solely to work; however as I walked back into my beautiful apartment I remembered that ten years had paid for a lot of London real estate. I ran a bath and collected together a few sex toys for a real session of personal sexual satisfaction. Soon, I was sure, I would have my man, but for now I had plenty of other alternatives.

Monday came and I thought to myself that James would be in that day, my plan would have a limited time to run from that moment. Firstly however there was a lot to do on my project. I was stuck in meetings from 9.30 until after midday, and finally cleared my desk around one. I was a little disappointed that there was no communication from him by email, and wonder apprehensively whether perhaps my whole plan was a pointless waste of time, and just an illusion I had conjured up in my mind.

Just as I was about to go and get a sandwich, I saw him at the end of the office chatting with a manager. I was standing at my office door and chatting with a colleague when I noticed him. He was much as I remembered him from the last conference we had met at a year or so ago. He still had think black hair, slightly tousled, glistening blue eyes. He was five-ten, maybe slightly more, and had a pretty fine figure. I knew he played tennis regularly and wouldn't have been surprised if he went to the gym as he had well-rounded shoulders and no paunch at his middle. I admired him from afar, weighing up whether I though that I had been right to invest in his hunt, deciding quickly that I was sure.

I saw him glance up in my direction and smile when he saw me, I was please he noticed me finally and went back to my desk to try and make out I was still busy, but I was relieved when a couple of minutes later he walked into my office.

'Well how's it going old timer'. He asked me. It was true that we were now among the longest serving members of the company. I turned to him with a grin.

'Hello James, good to see you again. Nice of you to come back to visit old-blighty.'

'Well Clare you know it seemed like time to stop messing about and get on with life. There is only so long you can do the whole ex-pat thing before you turn into a gin and tonic.' I smiled at him.

'Clare, have you changed?' He asked intrigued.

'Well older, wiser yes. I like to think I have changed.'

'No, I mean don't get me wrong, but all of a sudden you look different. Well like a girl.'

'I am a woman!' I hit him on the arm.

'Yes but no, but now suddenly after ten years you actually look like one.' He was looking at me oddly as if I was a mystery.

'I am offended.' I rebuffed.

'I mean, you are wearing lipstick, you never wear makeup.' There was an element of truth in this but I decided to play dumb. 'and you have long hair. Clare, have you got a man.'

I hit him again.

'You obviously have no idea how this project is working out.' I countered. 'Do you really think I have time for a man, and besides, what good is a man anyway?'

'Well there is something different with you.'

We chatted for a few minutes and then went to get some sandwiches, it was all working out rather well I thought. I managed to determine that there was nothing serious on his romantic radar either, and it was quite like old times.

'James' I continued after lunch. 'on Friday can we go out to dinner?'

'How do you mean?' He replied

'I am asking you on a date, I know it isn't protocol for the woman to ask, but I have waited ten years and its about time.' I looked him straight in the eye so he knew I was pretty serious.