We had just finished dinner when my phone rang. I picked it up, saw Allyson’s name displayed and immediately answered. “Hi Allyson, how are you?”
“I’m doing well,” she responded. “Glad it’s Friday. It has been a long week.”
“Me too. I’m not sure I could have survived another day.”
“So, is tomorrow night still good for dinner?” she asked. “If so, I was thinking about Sullivan’s on Second. Have you ever been there?”
“Yes, tomorrow is still good for me. I’ve never been to Sullivan’s, but I’ve heard good things.”
“Great, I’ll make a reservation for 7. I’m really looking forward to seeing you again.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing you also. If you could, please tell Jenna to be here by 6:15.”
“I will tell her. I’ll see you there tomorrow. Have a good night. Bye.”
Before I could respond, the call ended. I wasn’t sure how to read Allyson yet. On one hand she did seem excited, but she was so matter-of-fact. Maybe that’s just her typical phone etiquette. I was excited about having dinner with her. My mind had been all over the place considering the possibilities, but I really had no idea where this was leading. I didn’t know if this was a date, or just two possible friends out for dinner. I guess I’d have a better idea tomorrow.
Sara and I had a wonderful evening together and after reading her a bedtime story I tucked her in for the night. With a glass of wine in hand I ventured into my closet to find something to wear for my dinner with Allyson. I don’t consider myself a fashion diva, and I don’t own an extensive wardrobe, but it did take quite a while to search through the dresses hanging in my closet. Just when I thought I may need to shop for something appropriate I spied a dress I had almost forgotten about. I pulled out the dress and padded out of my closet into the bedroom. I slipped off the t-shirt and shorts I was wearing and pulled the dress on. It was a simple red silk sleeveless dress and it hugged my curves nicely.
As I looked at my reflection in the mirror I thought it was sexy enough, but not slutty. The dress went to mid-thigh and the neckline scooped low enough to show a bit of cleavage and matched my red nails almost perfectly. I found red heels that would match and then walked to my dresser to find the right accessories, settling on gold hoop earrings, a gold necklace, and matching bracelet. I opened my top drawers to finalize my wardrobe, thinking maybe this was the most important choice I was making, but wondering if Allyson would ever see my choice. I rummaged through the drawer till I found what I was searching for; a pink satin push-up bra with lace edging and a pattern of red roses. The bra plunged deeply and gave me at least another cup size. It wasn’t subtle, but I didn’t want subtle. I found the matching thong and placed both on the dresser. My ensemble was complete. I hung the dress back in my closet and went downstairs, horny as hell. I contemplated looking for porn on my tablet, but once again refrained. I could feel my pussy pulsing, begging for attention, but I was determined to let my anticipation, and sexual desire, build. I puttered around for a brief time and then decided to go to bed, wondering what tomorrow would bring with Allyson and Jenna.