It’s a lot easier for men, we just put on nice pair of slacks, a clean shirt, clean shoes, and we’re set. But women have to have everything just right, and just right she was. She wore a simple green Thai Silk dress, it wasn’t new, we’d seen it before, but it was special. It had about a dozen small buttons all the way up from the bottom to the top, a fairly low neckline, short sleeves, and a belt at the waist. It stopped an inch above her knees. The one thing that it did do was to emphasis her three best features, her breasts, her legs and her rear end, she looked sensational. I’d taken a bit of care, but compared to Mum, I looked like a workman just home from the factory.
As I saw her my jaw dropped and I hoped that she didn’t hear the soft, “fuck!!” that escaped my lips. I wondered if she’d overdressed as when he saw her, Dads head turned round for a second look, before going back to watch the wrestling. By the time we’d said our goodbyes, he would have forgotten about us.
I was in a dream, when we got to the car in the garage, I looked at her in awe. I opened my mouth but no words came out, and then without engaging my brain, my mouth let out softly, “fuck you’re hot.”
Normally she would have voiced her disapproval of the language, but the only sign of that, was as she slightly screwed up her mouth, however the light in her eyes showed that she took it for the spontaneous complement that it was. I drove, we took her car, as it was clean, mine never was. We drove mostly in silence, there didn’t seem any need for words. Before we’d got too far down the street, she without looking at me, placed her hand softly over mine, and left it there until we’d arrived and I’d turned off the engine. We parked in a quiet side street near the theatre, and as the engine died she looked at me in the dark saying in her softest voice, “is this a date, is this our first date?”
My heart was pounding and I already had the start of an erection as I looked at her, leaning across and just before kissing her softly, said, “yes and you’re the most beautiful date that I’ve ever had, first or otherwise.”
As we were early for the theatre, the kiss, like all of our kisses, just drifted on and on, as if we were a million miles from anywhere, and in no hurry to be anywhere else. When we broke apart, and looking at me with tears in her eyes and her voice cracking with emotion she said, “no one has ever kissed me like that, no one ever.”
We paused for a moment so that she could dab her eyes and fix her lips, and then until we got out into the lights we walked holding hands.
The theatre was almost empty, there were only three other people in as this was the last night, so we sat as far away from them as we could. When the lights went down Mum leaned against me. I took it as a sign that she wanted my arm around her. As I pulled her towards me, it was too easy for me to place my hand softly onto her breast, she gave me an exasperated look, then moved it to her shoulder. But I wasn’t happy about that and moved it down to her hip, which I rubbed softly several times, then saying, “what beautiful material.”
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