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From: Madly.off.in.All.Directions@gamma.aei.ca
Subject: {ASSM} Dining Out - Kate and Sandra, Part 1 (Ff)
Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2001 06:10:03 -0500
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It was a hot, hot day in early August, with a slight breeze coming
through the too-small windows of her 2nd floor apartment. She was
wearing as little as possible, in an effort to escape the clammy
feeling of sweat-soaked clothes. The chair in front of the living room
window put her in direct line of what small breeze there was, and she
read as a way to try and think about anything other than how hot and
sticky she was.

The phone rang. Moving meant getting hotter, so she decided to stay
put and let the machine get it.

"Kate, this is Sandra. Are you there, Kate? Pick up. Kate? Pick up if
you are there."

Kate groaned at the thought of exerting herself, and as she moved
towards the phone it felt less like walking than swimming. The air
felt thick in the hot and muggy world that was Ottawa in midsummer.
But it was Sandra on the phone.

Click.

"Hello - Kate here.'

"Kate!  I knew you would be home - who would want to move on a day
like this.  But, move you must. Get yourself showered and dressed -
you know what I like - and be outside your building waiting for me to
pick you up in 50 minutes. We are going to dinner in an AIR
CONDITIONED restaurant."

Click.

Sandra hadn't even waited for her to answer, but that was typical and
Kate didn't mind. Dinner with Sandra. In an Air Conditioned location!
She couldn't decide if she felt hot or cold.

Kate and Sandra both loved the look and feel of old houses (just one
of the roughly 8 hundred million things they had in common), except
for the fact that most of them did not have forced air heating, and
thus could not accommodate central air conditioning. So both were in
the same boat - hot and sticky, with no way of relief except going out
to a place that was air-conditioned.

Kate put a bookmark into the book where she had left off to answer the
phone, and dashed to her bedroom to get undressed, ready for the
shower.

Normally Kate loved a hot steamy shower, but today had already had too
much heat and steam in it, so the water she ran for herself was cool
and refreshing.  

As she lathered her hair it was as if she could feel actual salt from
her perspiration in it. Her body felt the same, gritty and dirty, even
though she had showered not 2 hours earlier. She soaped and scrubbed
herself from head to toe, then soaped and scrubbed again, all the time
feeling her body temperature drop under the invigoratingly cool spray
of the water. When she was done, she felt more human than she had in
the 6 days since the heat wave began.

Normally Kate's short reddish-brown hair would dry in about 15
minutes, but in this humidity, a hair dryer was called for. 3 minutes
later it was done, but she was left feeling hot again.

There were two tricks Kate's mother had taught her on how to beat the
heat. The first was running the insides of your wrists under very cold
water. This was always helpful - it got you feeling cool very fast.
She held her wrists under the ice cold water of the bathroom sink
until she felt cool again.

The second way was to use a talc powder all over before getting
dressed. Talc kept you from feeling hot and sticky, and kept your
clothes from sticking to you as soon as you put them on. Kate looked
at the dusting powders she had. The mint was so refreshing and
cooling. (If you doubt that, suck on a mint TicTac, then breathe in
fast through your mouth - you can almost feel the chills.) The vanilla
smelt so luscious  - and was Sandra's favourite smell. ("You smell
like a beautiful big bowl of whipped cream!" she would say.) No
decision here!!

Vanilla toilet water misted from head to toe (it felt so cool and
delicious as it evaporated), followed by a liberal application of
vanilla dusting powder, and Kate was ready to get made up and get
dressed. She looked at the clock - 25 minutes to go.

Kate like the natural look, so her makeups were matte (nothing shows
wrinkles or fine lines faster than a blusher, foundation or eye shadow
with a shine or sparkle to it) and earth tones. Kate wanted to look
like herself - only more so.

An imp entered her brain, and the last thing she did before she left
the bathroom was to rouge her nipples. She had bought the
raspberry-flavoured nipple rouge ('Won't come off on your clothes.")
on a whim, and it had been sitting in her medicine chest for over 2
years - unused and ignored.

She walked into the bedroom and closed the door - and looked at
herself in the full-length mirror. She had an average body, nothing to
be inordinately proud of, but she knew it was loved by someone, and
that was good enough for her. She straightened her shoulders, and her
D cup breasts looked perter than they had in years. (Or was that just
an optical illusion, courtesy of the nipple rouge?)

17 minutes. Better get dressed. She looked in her closet for the skirt
Sandra liked her to wear when they went out together. There it was -
right near the back - they hadn't  been out in a while.  (Kate tried
to suppress the smile that thought put on her face.) The black skirt
was wool - a fine, light wool, but wool nonetheless, and the thought
of wearing wool on such a sweltering day was to hard to bear. But, it
was lined - a soft, cool satin lining - so the wool would not be
directly against her skin. And the restaurant would be air conditioned
. . . 

A top was harder to find. Sandra liked blouses or camisole-like tops
of sheer fabrics that left little to the imagination. All Kate could
find were long sleeved blouses  - far too  warm for this weather - and
she  knew she had a lovely sheer silk top that would be perfect in
this weather - somewhere. Ahhh . . . 

The top was a rich ivory, with French Handsewing lace insets and thin
spaghetti straps. It hung loosely on her, but the fabric was so light
that every curve showed. Kate began to regret her impulse of the
nipple rouge - there was no doubt that she was not wearing a bra, and
the two very visible rose-hued circles made her cheeks that same,
flushed colour.

8 minutes - better rush. Garter belt - lacy and black. Stockings -
black. Pumps - black. Earrings - gold and dangling.

2 minutes. Pet the cat. Check her water. Close and lock the door, and
run down the flight of stairs to the front hall.

She could feel rubbing against her naked sex as she ran . . .

She was on the veranda of the old Victorian house just as Sandra
pulled up. Kate skipped down the steps towards the car as Sandra got
out to come around and greet her.

"Hello, darling"  Sandra smiled as she said it, obviously pleased with
Kate's appearance. 

"Hello, my love" Kate smiled back, pleased that Sandra was pleased
with the way she looked.

Sandra kissed Kate quickly on the cheek, then opened the car door for
Kate. As Kate was getting in, Sandra ran her hand down Kate's back,
tracing the spine and leaving tingles behind.

"Good girl!"  said Sandra. Then she closed the passenger's door.

As  they were driving down the street they casually chatted - about
how horrible the weather had been,  about the funny/cute/silly things
their pets had done. Certainly everything but what was foremost on
Kate's mind - "Where are we going?"

As Sandra made a left turn onto one of the bridges over to the Quebec
side, she said "So, Kate - aren't you going to ask me where we are
going?"

"I figured that if you didn't tell me, you wanted it to be a
surprise."

"Good guess." Sandra signalled to turn onto the highway. Kate relaxed
back into her seat, watching the beautiful Gatineau hills  pass
outside of her window. As they settled into the traffic, Sandra took
one hand off the steering wheel and placed it on Kate's thigh. It
teased and tickled its way up the inside of Kate's thigh, making the
occasional move towards Kate's increasingly moist pussy with a brief
and gentle caress. The whole time Sandra attention was locked on the
road in front of her - and her hand seemed to have a mind of it's own.

Where were they going? thought Kate.

"Don't worry - I made reservations." Sandra chuckled.

They took one of the exits to Old Chelsea, and turned left.  After a
short drive through what looked like untouched countryside, except for
the two-lane highway they were driving, the vista opened and several
one story buildings came into view. A right turn up a narrow driveway
. . . and into a deep but narrow parking lot. The lot was almost full,
but Sandra found a spot at the very back, after two lines of about 12
cars each.

"Looks busy tonight - but then again, it usually is, which is why I
phoned for reservations." Sandra turned off the motor and looked over
at Kate. "You look very nice tonight, tonight. Let's have a closer
look."

Sandra leaned over and lifted Kate's skirt.  As per instructions, Kate
was wearing a garter belt and stockings and nothing else under the
skirt. Sandra caressed the mound of curly hair that lay between Kate's
legs, then stopped and reached over Kate for the seat adjustment
lever. With a thump the back of the passenger seat dropped to a full
recline, and Sandra moved her hand back to Kate.

Her heart pounded as Sandra traced her jaw line, down the side of the
neck and along the collarbone to the buttons at the front of the
almost nothing top.

Sandra went to work on the buttons at the front of the camisole,
undoing enough to release the breasts that lay beneath. She tenderly
pulled one side back, and looked warmly at the now-rosy nipple.

"Dear Kate - what have you done?"

Sandra lowered her head to taste the red nub, then breathed deeply.
"Raspberries and whipped cream. How utterly delicious."

She teased and tormented Kate's breast - nibbling, sucking and
kneading until Kate started to writhe with the pleasure of Sandra's
expert touch. Kate's nipples had always been sensitive to any kind of
stimulation. She had once even had an orgasm just by having her
breasts played with - no touching of any other kind.

Sandra took a hand to Kate's now very wet crotch, and tickled and
teased at the little nub in the way she knew would take Kate to the
edge, especially when coupled with the increasingly aggressive
nibbling and sucking on Kate's breasts.  Then, suddenly, she stopped. 

"We had better go inside - dinner  and air conditioning are waiting
for us."

Kate almost cried out in frustration, but reached for the seat lever,
returned her seat to the upright position, and got out of the car,
straightening her skirt as they walked down the gravelled lot to the
front of the restaurant. Sandra had her arm around Kate's waist, and
she pulled her to stop at one point their progress, giving Kate a
deep, soul-numbing kiss. She then turned Kate to face her straight on,
and did up a couple of the lower buttons on the top. "Can't have you
going out in public in a state of undress, can we, my dear." This left
the top two buttons open, and Kate would have to sit up very straight
during dinner if she was not going to give the entire world a full
view - right down to her navel. That was so like Sandra - she knew
that Kate had a tendency to slouch, and also a tendency to get
embarrassed, coupled with a closet desire to exhibit herself, if under
Sandra's watchful and protective eye. Sandra loved to see men's
desirous looks and women's shocked and occasionally desirous looks
when 'flashed' by Kate (who could not seem to sit up straight for more
than about 10 minutes), knowing that their desires would come to
nothing because Kate was hers.

They wended the rest of the way to the front door hand-in-hand, and
Sandra opened the door, letting Kate go in ahead. 

The cold refreshing air of the restaurant hit Kate in a gust, making
her already erect nipples tighten and protrude even further.  The
sheer top left absolutely no one in doubt of her assets, or allowed
them to miss 'her condition', but fortunately (in Kate's mind), the
worst people would think was that she was cold and bra-less. They
would not suspect that she was in a state of heightened sexual
arousal. Sandra gave her name to the host, and they were shown to a
small table for two in a corner of the smaller dining room.  

L'Agaric was a French country-style restaurant (hearty peasant food,
prepared with care and flare) in an old house.   The atmosphere was
intimate and friendly. They sat facing each other, and started
perusing the menu.  A waiter appeared with the menus, asking if they
wanted anything to drink before they ordered. Sandra ordered a litre
of the house red. The waiter went through the list of the day's
specials, then left, promising to return with the wine to take their
orders.

This was always the moment that Kate hated. She was always indecisive
-  unable to choose from the menu, changing her mind as fast as you
could deal a deck of cards. She usually ended up blurting out
something once everyone else had placed their order and the waiter
turned his poised pen in her direction. She was primarily a
vegetarian, but would 'fall off the wagon' for some things - like lamb
(which was one of the night's specials). She raised her eyes from the
menu and looked over at Sandra, who had already decided, and was
laying the closed menu in front of her. A busboy appeared to fill
their water glasses.

Kate had allowed her posture to drop, and the young man (almost a boy,
really), almost dropped the water jug as he was filling her glass. He
could barely take his eyes off the view. In fact, he didn't until
Sandra coughed, and reached out a hand to clasp Kate's. He filled
Sandra's glass, and bid a hasty retreat.

"Having trouble deciding again, are we?"  Sandra laughed. Kate's
indecisiveness when faced with a menu was legendary. "I'll chose for
you. And yes, I remember that you can't eat peppers."

The waiter returned with a basket of fresh bread  and the carafe of
wine. He poured some of the wine into a glass for Sandra to taste.
Kate paused to think how fascinating it was that whenever they were
out together, although she was nearly 6 feet in height, and Sandra was
barely 5'2", everyone seemed to know instinctively that it was
Sandra's show, and looked to her for the decisions.

Sandra nodded her approval, and the waiter filled Kate's glass, then
topped up Sandra's.  He placed the carafe on the table, took out his
pad and asked if we were ready to order, looking directly at Sandra.

"We will both start with your salad of seasonal greens. Are they any
peppers in the salad?" The waiter nodded the  negative. "No, it is
just a selections of mixed greens with a raspberry vinaigrette." At
the word raspberry, Sandra looked up at her and winked wickedly.

"Great! Then the goat cheese appetisers, and the rosemary lamb for
Kate. I will have the wild mushroom ragout, followed by the rainbow
trout."

As the waiter turned to leave, Sandra raised her glass. 'To life."

"Bottoms up!!" countered Kate, raising her glass and clinking it
against Sandra's.

"Be patient - that's for later!" grinned Sandra.

They both took a sip, Kate trying hard not to giggle. Then she jumped.
Sandra had removed a foot from its sandal and was snaking it up Kate's
right leg. They both took another sip, then put their glasses down.
The foot remained, the toes wiggling gently but persistently against
the inside of Kate's thigh. Kate straightened up.  Sandra started
talking.

"How's the job hunt going?"

"No bites yet - which is a shame, because I would have KILLED to have
an air conditioned office to go to this last week. But the cat likes
having me at home, so it is not all bad."

"Don't worry -  you'll find something soon. You are too good at what
you do to be unemployed for long." Sandra took another sip of wine.
The toes had stopped wriggling, but the foot kept moving - up and down
the leg. Kate's posture relaxed into the feeling of the caresses.

The salads arrived. As the waiter placed Kate's salad in front of her,
he started briefly - the front of her top was gaping sufficiently to
give him a clear view of Kate's large breasts and their very erect
nipples.  He gave his head a slight shake, as if to clear a fog from
it, then continued his task, turning abruptly to leave when the salads
had been delivered.

"I bet we get great service the rest of the evening." Sandra always
found these kinds of reactions hugely amusing. Kate blushed and
straightened her shoulders.

The waiter returned almost immediately with a large pepper mill.
"Would you like some fresh ground pepper for your salads?"

"I don't want any pepper, the dressing is superb as it is, but I know
Kate would love some."  Sandra winked at the waiter.  

He turned to Kate, glancing at her chest as he absent-mindedly ground,
and the look of disappointment on his face made Sandra have to stifle
a laugh just as Kate gasped. A big toe had just flicked her clit.  The
waiter stopped grinding, and took the large pepper mill back to the
wait station.

Sandra looked over to  Kate. "Whatever is the matter?  Did you see a
mouse or something?"

Kate blushed  "You know what!"

Sandra put on a mask of sublime innocence, and started working on her
salad in earnest.

They ate in companionable silence for some time, although Kate found
it hard to concentrate on her food. Something to do with that warm and
insistent foot . . .

She could feel herself flushing with lust. And Sandra's intense gaze
just made it all the harder to take.  Kate felt the warmth and wet and
throb of intense desire. She was just beginning to get lost in the
feeling when the foot vanished.

"Eat up, Kate. He will be back with the appetisers soon. Look, I am
done."

Kate shook her head - just as the waiter had done, clearing the fog
that was hampering her ability to concentrate on anything other than
the throbbing in her nether regions. She quickly finished her salad,
and took a gulp of wine.  She tried to focus on something - anything -
else. And decided to start a 'safe' conversation.

"Two of my orchids are starting to bloom. We may hate this humidity,
but they adore it.  That and the fact that I moved them right in front
of one of the south facing windows. I am going to get some shelves
from Ikea so I can give all of them a southern exposure."  The busboy
arrived to top up the water glasses and remove the salad plates. He
glanced over towards Kate's chest, but she was sitting up straight as
a part of the regimen to re-focus her thoughts.

"Well, at least I will as soon as there is a break in this heat. I
can't imagine lugging those great heavy 'kits' around and putting them
together while it is this wretchedly hot. Fortunately, the orchids
aren't like so many plants that only bloom at specific times of the
year -  they bloom whenever the conditions are acceptable."

The waiter arrived with the appetisers, and could barely hide his
disappointment at Kate's erect posture, although he visibly brightened
as his eyes noticed the startling nubs of her erect nipples straining
against the sheer silk of the camisole. Kate saw his gaze and blushed.
Sandra saw it and reached for Kate's hand proprietarily. "Have I told
you tonight that you look good enough to eat?" Sandra chuckled with
the earthy, dirty sounding chuckle that only she had. Kate gave quick
thanks for a world that would allow Sandra to find her.

It  was the waiter's turn to blush, and he turned and left the table.

Sandra removed her hand from Kate's, and started in on the ragout.
"Oh, Kate! You should  try this - it is a little piece of heaven." She
took a small forkful and held it out across the table for Kate to
sample.

Kate opened her mouth and took the offered treat, and exclaimed as the
rich and earthy flavour filled her mouth. 'You are right -  that is
great!" Kate then turned to the warm goat cheese, spreading a small
amount on one of the slices of toasted French bread, as Sandra
continued with her mushrooms. The cheese was  warm and tangy, with a
hint of thyme. The bread was wonderful. (Kate was a certified bread
freak -  constantly searching for the perfect loaf where the true
flavour of wheat was up front and center. These toasts were awfully
close.) "Would you like some of mine?" Kate offered up a toast spread
with a liberal amount of the flavourful chevre.

Sandra took gentle hold of Kate's wrist, removing the toast with the
other hand, and began gently sucking each of Kate's fingers to free
them of the small amount of warm chevre that clung to them. The
cleaning of the fingers was slow and sensual, and Kate could feel the
eyes of guests and their waiter on Sandra's intent progress from
finger to finger to finger. The lower throbbing that Kate had almost
completely suppressed returned with a vengeance, and she could feel
the trickle of moisture from her pussy and sense the glaze that was
coming over her eyes.

"Delicious." Sandra whispered after gently releasing the last finger
from her mouth and her hand from Kate's wrist. Kate nodded mutely,
although she knew that it was only Sandra who could bring out this
side of her.

They went back to their appetisers, sharing mouthfuls back and forth
in the increasingly intimate mating dance of food. When the plates
were empty, Sandra topped up both wineglasses, and raised her hand in
a toast. Kate matched the motion and waited for the words of the
toast.

"To Kate, my big tall beautiful little Kate." Sandra sipped. Kate
didn't,  because you never drink to yourself. "And to the one woman in
the world who sees and appreciates her for what she really is." It was
now Kate's turn to drink, and she did, meeting and holding Sandra's
gaze as she drank and replaced her glass on the table.

The busboy arrived to replace the now empty breadbasket and clear the
plates, doing everything from Kate's side of the table, positioning
himself so he could see down the top. Sandra gave Kate a bit of a kick
under the table, and Kate obeyed the signal, turning slightly to her
right and hunching so that the busboy could get a real eyeful. Kate
held the position and watched Sandra's slight smile broaden and
broaden as she watched the busboy staring with almost naked lust at
Kate's (and therefore HER) breasts. Sandra coughed, and the busboy
looked away from Kate's neckline to see Sandra's quizzing gaze and her
taunting grin.

He took the plates away. Kate straightened up and took a piece of
bread, and started to butter it. Then the foot appeared again, gliding
up Kate's leg. A shiver ran down Kate's spine.

The waiter appeared with the main course, and a nudge from Sandra's
foot signalled 'Assume the position'. Kate arranged herself so the
waiter could get a great view, while that insistent foot moved to the
center of her wetness and a big toe started penetrating her -
thrusting and wiggling.  Kate's nipples got rock hard, and  waves of
pleasure started riding up her body. The waiter's eyes nearly popped
out of his head. The tablecloth hid the actions of the teasing foot,
but he could see the physical results in Kate's breasts and the slowly
writhing motions she was making. He stood temporarily transfixed,
unable to believe what he was seeing, until Sandra brought him to
attention by asking if she could have some pepper.

Kate wanted to close her eyes and revel in the delicious feelings
radiating from her now dripping cunt, but she was aware that they were
in a public place and she tried to appear nonchalant, even though she
could feel the sensations building and coursing through her body.
Sandra watched Kate intently. Watched the building glaze to her eyes,
the building swaying of her body, the jutting nipples.  She could see
that Kate was building towards an orgasm.

Kate tried to fight the growing waves of pleasure, but the battle was
being lost. The waiter reappeared with the giant pepper mill, grinding
some over Sandra's trout, and turning to Kate's plate.

"Do you want some pepper,  hon?" Sandra asked. The toe kept up its
probing and tickling and wriggling. Kate moaned a bit, then recovered
enough to say "Mmmm".

The waves were building and building and the first initial shudder of
an orgasm started to pulse through Kate's body. Sandra remained cool
and collected, although a glint of utter mischief was visible in her
eyes.  "Was that a yes or a no?"

Kate managed to utter a strangled 'No." as the orgasm hit full flight.
She tried  not to shudder, to remain silent, but the effort of this
suppression seemed to just make it more intense, as the toe continued
its thrusting and wriggling. The waiter stood and stared  - watching
the repressed shudders try to wrack Kate's body, hearing the soft
guttural sounds in her throat. Kate kept her eyes open, staring at
Sandra as she try to hide the physical effects of one of the most
intense orgasms she had ever experienced. 

"What's the matter, hon? Feeling chilly? You are shivering my poor
dear. Take a drink of wine -  it will warm you up. Or should I order
you some cognac?"  The toe continued until Kate's posture subsided
into a heap as she relaxed the control she had been trying to hold and
uttered a soft shaky moan.  The foot, with its very wet big toe traced
gently down the inside of Kate's thigh, and this made her shudder
violently, unable to recapture the control she had maintained for so
long. The waiter was brought up short, and left, walking almost
drunkenly towards the kitchen.

"He will sure have a story to tell out back. Do eat up, or it will get
cold." Sandra squeezed a wedge of lemon over her trout.

Kate could not remember eating her dinner. Or tasting Sandra's trout.
Or feeding Sandra some of the lamb, although she knew that they always
shared tastes from their plates with each other. It was a tradition.
Her brain was a fog of sated pleasure, and she couldn't even be
exactly sure where she was.

The waiter came by before they had completely finished, and Sandra
asked for the cheque immediately. "We  have to leave very soon -
Please hurry." He went away to tally up, looking a little sad that the
'show' was over. When the bill arrived, Sandra paid up quickly and
rose from her chair. Kate moved to rise as well.

Even though it had been nearly 20  minutes since the main course was
delivered, Kate found it hard to stand. She wobbled on her legs,
wondering why they had lost their bones, and if she would ever get t
hem back.

Sandra placed her arm around Kate's back and gently ushered her out of
the restaurant. She almost had to support her at the start of the walk
back to the car, but by the time they arrived at it Kate could manage
on her own.  Sandra opened the driver's door and motioned Kate to get
in, giving her a bit of a peck as she did. Sandra moved over to the
passenger side, and waited for the click that said the door was
unlocked. As she got in she looked over to Kate, lust shining in her
eyes under the moonlight.

"So.  How is MY girl?" She slowly unbuttoned the shirt she was
wearing, baring her breasts and placing Kate's hand on one of them.
Kate teased her fingers around the nipple of the breast her hand was
placed on and lowered her head to take the other out-thrust nipple
into her mouth.  She could feel it grow tight and hard under the
teasing of tongue and teeth.  She massaged the other one, pinching and
pulling at the nipple until it too was hard. Sandra pressed the back
release lever and dropped to a horizontal position. She moved Kate's
hand to the front of her shorts, placing the fingers on the button at
the top.  Kate undid the button, unzipped the fly, and ran her fingers
down under Sandra's panties to find her wet and waiting. She
immediately started frigging Sandra: first one finger, then two, the
thumb teasing and flicking the growing nub of Sandra's clit. 

Sandra pulled Kate's mouth off her breast, and moaned in a low and
throaty way. She eased up a bit on the seat, Kate eagerly lifted
Sandra's behind off the seat so she could free her from the shorts and
panties to gain full access to the treasure that awaited. Kate could
feel the moisture growing again between her legs as she almost dove
between Sandra's moist and beckoning and swelling pussy lips, tasting,
licking, nibbling, and thrusting in time to Sandra's gyrations. Kate's
attacks became more frenzied, and Sandra's responses more energetic. 

Sandra moaned and groaned and bucked against Kate's mouth. She gasped
as a Kate nibbled and pulled on her clit while rimming Sandra's
sopping wet vagina with a couple of fingers, then tracing them back to
tease around Sandra's anus. Sandra started bucking in dead earnest
now, and Kate's ministrations to vagina, clitoris and anus built.
"Mmmmmhh, make me cum." "Do me Kate." "Arrrgh!!" "Mmmmhh!!"  "Ahhh!!""

A massive series of shudders wracked Sandra's body, and she let out a
long convulsive moan, then collapsed, all energy and muscle tone
drained by the orgasm. Kate raised her head, her mouth glistening with
Sandra Juice, and gazed up at Sandra.

Their activity finished,  they could now hear the voices of some
people leaving the restaurant and returning to their cars. Kate froze,
and tried to stay down below the window level, but Sandra raised the
reclining seat back and gently pulled Kate upright, so that people
could, in the light of the moon and the parking lot lights, see them
appear from the depths of their car. Kate blushed furiously.

"Oh, Kate, Kate, Kate. (sigh)  My naughty, naughty little Kate . . .
let's  get rolling."

Kate started the engine, backed out, and then turned onto the road
back home.

"My place, I think." said Sandra. 

Kate drove down the highway, through Hull and over the bridge to
Ottawa, and Sandra's apartment.  She said nothing  the entire trip,
amazed, as she always was, at how utterly brazen she could be when
Sandra was around. 

Sandra kept of a steady stream of talk: praise ("You did beautifully
tonight. I was so proud of the way you let those men look at you and
see how hot and bothered you were."), teasing ("I want you to think
about what I am going to do to you when I get you home"), and
expressions of ownership ("You are mine, girl. To tease and to command
and flaunt to the world as I see fit!").

Kate pulled into the driveway and shut off the engine. Both  women got
out of the car, and Sandra walked purposefully over to Kate.  

"You do know that I love you very much, don't you." Sandra placed a
tender kiss on Kate's cheek, and they walked hand-in-hand to Sandra's
apartment.

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