Mmmm, I thought, after a morning appetizer and Alexandra ala Carte for lunch, could it be Melissa Jubilees for dessert?

Rising up and sitting towards each other I said, ?By the way. Do you think it is still necessary for me to show off my body in this dress??

?Yes,? she said. ? You must try on this dress. We agreed whomever it fit best would make the purchase.?
Replacing my silk panties, I picked up the dress from the heap of clothing on the floor and stepped into it. ?Zip me, please??
?My pleasure.? She replied. Adjusting the dress around my breasts as she took care of the zipper, I knew it was exactly what I had been looking for. The dark velvet showed off my creamy skin and blond hair.

?Oh, god,? she said. ?This is perfect on you! What occasion did you say this was for??
?A wedding. My brother?s wedding. Do you think it looks too slutty or cheap??
?Darlene, baby, take it from a professional model,? she said, ?This is elegant, sensual and sophisticated! There is only one problem.?
Raising my eyebrows I thought, Oh NO, she?s still going to insist on buying it herself. ?What is that?? I asked snidely.

A sly grin came to her face as she said, ?With this dress on, who will be looking at the bride?? Both bursting out in laughter and hugging each other she continued, ?Here, love, let me help you out of this creation.?
?Thank you, Alexandra. What an outstanding experience this has been.? I said as I re-hung the dress and began to dress. I pulled my business card out of my purse and handed it to her. ?Here, we must plan to meet again!? I said.
Exchanging mine with hers she said, ?Oh, that is mandatory! I?ll be in Europe for the next month, but, let?s get together when I return. Deal??
?Deal!? I answered.

With that we embraced again. Locking lips with playful flicks of our tongues. Over her shoulder, I glanced at my watch. Almost six! I guess the old saying is true, time does fly when having a good time! Grabbing the dress just as she did, I said while snickering, ?Oh, not this again!?
?No, my dear.? She said. ?The dress is yours, but, it?s my treat!?
Wondering what strings were attached I asked, ?Your treat?
?Yes. You treated me to your hot pussy and talented tongue. Now it?s only fair that I treat you! I will not take NO for an answer, so don?t even bother trying to argue!? As I began to rebel, she put her index finger up to my lips and said, ?Shh, don?t argue with a bitch!? Looking at my business card she continued, ?I?ll have this delivered to your house tomorrow if that is acceptable?? Smiling I nodded in agreement. One last hug and we both exited the fitting room and went our separate ways.

As I re-entered the mall, I checked my watch again. Quarter past six. As I made my way towards my favorite boutique my cell phone rang. ?Yes? Darlene speaking.? I said. Dead silence on the other end. ?Hello? Is anyone there?? I asked.
?Uh, Darlene? This is Melissa. Am I bothering you? Are you busy elsewhere?? She asked.
?Melissa, dear! I?m glad you called. I was just on my way back to the boutique to pick my dress. Do you have plans for dinner?? I asked.
?Um, no I don?t.? She stuttered. ? But, I hate to say this, it?s rather embarrassing, but, it?s right before pay day and I?m afraid all I can afford is a burger and fries.?

Smiling, I asked, ?Do you have a baby-sitter for the evening??
?Yes, I suppose my mother could watch my boys a little longer, but, I?ll have to call and check. Why do you ask?? She said.
?I tell you what. You make that phone call to your mother. I?ll be there soon to pick you up. I?ll make a phone call to my housekeeper and have her prepare some pasta and salad for us, with a nice bottle of wine. How does that sound?? I asked. With a gasp, I could almost see a smile as she said, ?Yes, Oh yes! That sounds wonderful. See you soon!?

Hanging up my phone, I redialed my home. ?Darlene Carlson's residence. Hilda speaking. How may I help you?? she answered.
?Hilda, dear, it's Darlene. Be a dear and whip up that special pasta dish for two that I love so well. Also,
Caesar salad and bring up a bottle of Pinot Noir from the cellar. You may have the rest of the evening
off. Oh, and for dessert, could you prepare Cherries Jubilee? I should be home soon, OK??
?Very well, Miss Carlson. I have all the ingredients here. I?ll leave it warming on the stove and the salad in the cooler. I?ll set the dining room table for two.? She replied.
?Thank you, Hilda. And again, dear. You?ve worked for me for nearly ten years. Don?t you think it?s about time that you call me Darlene?? I said with a grin.
After a lull she answered, ?Yes ma?am. I mean, Darlene! I will get busy on dinner right away!?

Now that dinner was in process, I ducked into the nearest Ladies room. My face needed some major repair after my encounter with Alexandra. Powdering my face covering the shiny spots and re-applying some blush brought back the rosey color to my cheeks. A little touch up on my eye shadow and liner, I looked presentable. Taking out my brush, I stroked my hair from scalp to the ends. Closing my eyes I could picture and feel Alexandra?s fingers entangled in my hair. Melissa may need some coaxing. But, I could hardly wait to grip my fingers around her curly short locks and press her face into my breasts.

Satisfied with my appearance, I made my way towards the boutique. There she stood, looking delectable holding the dress I had purchased. She was also donning a different outfit from the burgundy number this morning. She was wearing a pale pink skintight mini dress, with a scalloped neckline that dipped to about three inches above her navel. Each side of the V hugged her firm breasts with her nipples protruding proudly. On her legs she wore white stockings, finished off with six-inch pumps. It was so tight that I couldn?t help but notice that it was obvious that she was not wearing any panties. I could see the fluffiness of her bush showing through her dress. Her silky curls were teased and natural. Her make-up accentuated her facial features perfectly. Had I underestimated this tasty bit? Oh, so classy and sweet. A dessert that made my juices run and my mouth water. Smiling, I said, ?Well, hello dear!?

Handing me my dress she replied with a wink and grin, ?Hello, Darlene!? She slowly turned around showing me her entire ensemble. ?Do you approve?? She asked. ? I picked out something I thought you might like.?
?Very sexy, Melissa!? I said. Lowering my voice I continued, ?As well as captivating. And in one piece too, I won?t have much to remove!?

Nary a blush this time as she said with an evil smirk, ?Yours won?t take anytime at all. One quick move and that blouse will come off easily.? Watching her eyes move down my body she continued, ?But, that tight skirt may take some time!?
Grabbing my dress from her I said, ?Come, dear. Dinner is waiting. You?ll simply love the pasta my housekeeper is preparing!?
Walking out into the mall and nearing the outside door, her shyness seemed to return as she said, ?Does your housekeeper live with you?
Giggling to myself I responded, ?Hilda goes home every evening. I?ve had her for years. In fact I don?t know how I could manage without her! She?ll whip up the dinner I requested and she will probably be gone by the time we get there. And by the way, I hope you like hot tubs. I have a partially enclosed one on my back deck. It?s supposed to be a clear evening. My house is very remote with very few lights around. How do you feel about counting some stars??

Her eyes lit up as she said, ?Really, a hot tub? WOW, the only time I?ve ever been in a hot tub was at my friends apartment and we had to dodge all the little kids bouncing around!? Glancing down looking worried she continued, ?But, I, I don?t have a suit.?
As I opened the mall door I turned around, grinned and said, ?Who needs a suit? As I said, my house is remote. The nearest house is well over a half of a mile away!?

As we reached my car, the sun was brightly shining and making it?s way towards the horizon. Although it was spring, the air still had a chill. By the time sunset rolled around and clear skies, it would be evident that winter wasn?t going to give up easily. Disengaging the alarm system in my BMW and opening the doors, I hung my new purchase on the hook in my backseat. ?Go ahead my dear, the passenger side is open? I said. ?Slip on in and make yourself comfortable.? Still leaning in to hang my dress, I watched as Melissa daintily slid into the front seat. Her tight dress edged up ever so slowly. Oh, how I wished I was on the floorboard to catch the view of that sensational pussy.

I took my seat behind the wheel and placed my hand on her left thigh, and,as if by instinct, she spread her legs even further, tilting her head back against the headrest letting out a subtle sigh. I gently began to run my hand up and down the silky nylons, inching closer to her groin with each stroke. Instinctively she reached up and began to massage her taut nipples. I finally reached the goal, her moist pussy. Raising her hips and squirming in the seat as I held my hand still, she moved her pussy onto my fingers. Grabbing her lovely locks, turning her head towards me I placed my lips on her full cherry lips while slowly pumping her lustful pussy.

She moved her hands from her breasts to mine. With such talented hands, she knew exactly what moves to make. Teasing my nipples with a gentle twist. Lost in each other and oblivious to the outside world, voices from outside broke my concentration. Remembering where we were, I pushed her away. Both breathing heavily, she also realized that the people in the car parked next to us were returning to their vehicle.

Catching my breath, as I tasted her sweet juices on my fingers I said, ?Let?s be on our way. Dinner is waiting for us. As well as dessert!? A sweet smile rose to her lips as she too caught her breath and nodded with eagerness.
The traffic was murder. Caught in the rush hour crunch, I was so anxious to reach my home as I was nearly tempted to zip down the right shoulder. Keeping my cool, we finally made it off the expressway and onto the long winding road up the hill.

The nature and wilderness surrounding us intrigued Melissa. ?This is beautiful. Doesn?t the solitude and lack of neighbors make you lonely?? She asked. ?Not at all, dear. Distance lends enchantment most of the time. I?m in the city five, sometimes six days a week. My home is my escape.? I answered.

Pulling into my garage, her eyes widened without a word. ?Well, home sweet home. Shall we go in?? I asked.