Learning Sarah

Part 2 of a 3 part series


So Sarah and I text for a couple of weeks and find that we have a lot in common. However, I still don’t know that I’m going to be able to play. I’m still worried about how I feel about you and her touching and playing. I know you but I don’t know her.

We agree to meet for lunch. We pick a little cafe with outdoor seating. Nice out for lunch. She was already there when I arrived. She greets me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. We sit next to each other, not across.

She compliments my sundress. And I return the favor. Small talk. We order. We sip on a glass of moscato while we wait for our meal.

As we talk her hand brushes mine occasionally. Or her leg brushes against mine. We talk about our jobs. Our lives. Everything but what brought us together. She knows my hesitation.

Conversation flows freely. It’s not entirely awkward. But it’s not easy either. After our salads she says, “Let me ease your mind. I’m not after him. I just want to play. We can play this however you are comfortable with. I like you too. I can make you feel so good if you’ll let me.”

I turn about 20 shades of red. I can feel the heat coming off my cheeks and chest.

She wants to know why I’m blushing. I take a big swallow from the glass and set back in my chair. Her eyes haven’t left mine.

“I wish I could read your thoughts,” she said. “Tell me what you are thinking.”

I finally start talking. I tell her this is because of a stupid conversation I had with you about fantasies. One I wasn’t even sure I wanted. But one I knew you did. I tell her that I’m afraid - what if you like her more. What if I can’t go through with it. What if I want her to leave. That I’ve never been with a female. That I’m not even sure what to do or if I want to do those things to her.

She leans up and puts both hands on my knees. Looks me right in the eyes and says, “let me show you how much fun it can be.”

Our food arrives and we drop back into mindless chatter. After eating, we decide to walk around and shop a little.

We go into a little boutique. They have some of the best lingerie I’ve seen in a while. We both laugh when we realize it’s a shared obsession. We dive in discussing likes and preferences.
After 30 min or so we both have an armful of things to try on. We’re laughing and talking in the dressing room.

Sarah asks “Have you tried on the bustier? I bet it looks amazing on you.”

I tell her I’m about to. I’m standing in the changing room in just my panties when she slips in the door. “Put it on and I’ll help you hook it up. I want to see you in it.”

I hold it in place and she works the lacing and hooks. Her fingers brush my skin. I feel the garters dangling down my legs. She reaches around pulling it lower on my boobs. She leans over my shoulder. I can feel her breath. I’m watching in the mirror. Her hands move down my side. She talks about the color. How the blue makes my eyes pop. Her fingers trace up my arms. She drops a kiss on my shoulder and I swear I feel a flick of her tongue.

She tells me to stand right there. She’s going to find the right hose so we can get the full picture. My mind is racing.

She comes back and plops down on the stool in my dressing room. She opens up the package and the silkiest hose with a long black seam unroll.

“Give me your foot. Prop it on my leg.” She starts rolling the hose up my leg. When she reaches my thigh I think I quit breathing. She hooks the garter. I can feel myself getting wet. Did her hand just brush across my panties? Can she tell?
“Give me the other leg,” she says.
I do as requested. I swear time quit moving.
“Turn around. Let me hook the back.”
I move back and turn around. She hooks them. First the left side. Then the right. I feel her behind me. Her hands slide up over my hips. And around my waist. I’m watching in the mirror.
As she touches she whispers. I love your curves. Imagine how I can make you feel. Your nipples are perfect for sucking and biting. Her hands move lower. I blush because I know she knows how wet I am now. She pushes my panties to the side. Her fingers brush across the lips.
“I have one…I know how to make it feel so good. I’ll show you.”
She turns me around and kisses me. 
“Get dressed. We’ve got to go.”
I start to put my dress back on and she slips out. When I walk out into the store, she’s gone. The salesgirl said my friend bought the outfit for me. But left a note because she had to go.
It says…wear that the next time we all get together. He’ll love it as much as I do.