RosePetal01: We should meet then, as we are both new to this, we at least will be less nervous knowing neither of us have no experience in this. If we are compatible, then we can discover things together.
Cheffette04: But what about my age, maybe you should try with someone younger.
RosePetal01: Again, please don’t think so little of urself. I like u, not ur age or beauty, but I do think u are probably very beautiful, both inside and out. I like more mature people anyway, and our chats have been fun, interesting and the best I have ever had with a person, other than my mom.
Cheffette04: Ok, before I change my mind, where and when?
RosePetal01: I don’t want to force u, if u feel unsure; maybe we should wait till u are ready.
Cheffette04: Don’t let my nervousness ruin this, I really do feel it is time to meet; the apprehension of it all is what bothers me. Really. When and where?
RosePetal01: Ok, tomorrow night, 8pm, dinner. Travoli’s in town, I will book under the name, Petal. I will also wear a red rose to help you spot me.
Cheffette04: Ok, then p, will leave for now, but can’t wait to meet you tomorrow. Night.
And now I slept, nervously, planning in my head the scenario’s for tomorrow night, what to wear kept my mind awake mostly. Nothing that says I am interested, nothing that says I have no style, nothing that shows I am a mother that has never dated since the 80’s, when disco was still a term people used. So the next day, I called in sick and went shopping, for 4 hours. I went in every clothes shop and shoe store I could find, picking up several different outfits and a few pair of shoes. I even went into a lingerie shop and picked up something fresh, modern and nice, just in case things led further, not that I was planning on sleeping with Petal on the first night. But the thought still occurred that we had dated for the last 3 weeks and that tonight could be classed as the 3rd date, which was a rule I set with my ex all those years ago, as a time in which if we were ready we would and did have sex. When I got home Sophie was not home and left a note on the kitchen table.
Mom
Decided to meet that person, wish me luck. Will be out all night, so don’t make me dinner.
Love
Sophie
Well that saves me an excuse as to why I am going out tonight. So I went upstairs and grabbed a shower. Once out I dried and spent the next 30 minutes wrapped in a towel, doing my hair and make-up. Once I felt ready, I put on the new underwear, a white pair of French panties and a lacy bra. I was planning on wearing tights, but after shaving my legs, they seemed good without them. I also shaved my vagina; I felt that to feel younger would be to do the one thing everyone else was doing now. I maybe naive but I knew something about looking nice and sexy. It did feel nice when I put on the panties, my bare lips rubbing slightly against the material. I chose a knee length black dress. I looked in the mirror and was amazed at how different I looked and felt. I looked sexy and almost changed outfits, so as not to give my date the wrong impression, but I decided that for once I was just going to go with it. Tonight I was going to live a little and just see where the evening took me. No matter what, I was going to try and have fun, and if it ended with having sex with a woman for the first time, so be it, I was not going to feel nervous tonight, and I did not want to be alone anymore.
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