Wine Bar Date

[Author’s note: This is continued from a previous story, and will probably make more sense if you read that one first. For anyone that enjoyed the previous one, I of course hope you enjoy this follow-up.]

Miranda walked down the street in a daze, trying to ignore the lingering wetness between her legs. After her surprising, yet incredibly rewarding experience at the coffee shop, she could hardly wait for dinner later with the mysterious Heather. Even if nothing sexual happened, she still wanted to know more about the woman who was brazen enough to take control like that...and with a complete stranger no less.

Knowing that Heather was likely still busy, Miranda held off on calling about dinner plans. Not that this was a conventional dating situation by any means; the old rules about not calling too soon were still fairly ingrained. Upon reaching her apartment, she took a quick shower to rinse off the thin layer of sweat that seemed to be clinging to every inch of her body, particularly under her ample breasts, much to her annoyance.

She retrieved a pair of dark blue, low-cut panties and slipped them on, set the matching bra aside for later, and returned to her living room to air dry in front of a fan. Upon flopping down on the couch, she was surprised to see the notification light on her phone flashing to indicate a voicemail. She unlocked the phone and checked the recent calls, even more surprised to see the call was from Heather. That was fast! She thought. Her stomach fluttered from excitement. I'm being ridiculous!

The message was benign, a simple request to call back when she had a chance. Miranda dialed back immediately, consciously throwing the stupid "rules" out the window. Heather answered on the first ring.

"Hello?"

"Heather?

"Oh, hey you. Didn't look at my phone before I answered. So glad you called back. Still interested in dinner?"

"Of course!"

"Great! There's a wine bar that just opened up near me. Seems popular, but not too crowded most nights. You do like wine right?"

"Sounds perfect. Are there people that don't like wine?" Miranda giggled, partially at her weak joke, and partially from excitement.

Over the next few minutes, details of the rendezvous were worked out, with the women planning to meet an hour and a half later.

"One last thing," Heather said as they were about to hang up, "what are you wearing?"

"Oh, just some dark blue lacy panties...too hot for much else right now," Miranda responded playfully.

Heather chuckled. "Sounds delightful...I'd quite like to see that. Actually though, I meant what are you wearing out tonight? You're so adorable, and I'm sure you have a wardrobe to match, and I just want to make sure I don't clash."

After a few minutes of wardrobe discussion, Heather and Miranda hung up and set about getting ready for their “date.”

The next 90 minutes passed painfully slowly as Miranda got ready and took a train across town. The air-conditioned car was a godsend after her sweltering apartment, and she took the opportunity to touch up the small amount of makeup she wore. A few minutes later, she found herself standing outside the small but neat little wine bar, looking around for her new friend, and wondering what the night would bring.

A light touch on her elbow sent a small shock through her body and jolted her out of her reverie. Miranda turned to find Heather standing next to her, looking strikingly gorgeous in a narrow black skirt that fell just below her knees, slit almost to mid-thigh, stiletto heels, and a sheer blouse barely revealing hints of skin underneath. Miranda nearly swooned at the sight. The stares from people milling about outside were not lost on Miranda, and she felt genuinely privileged to be seen with such a beautiful creature.

Miranda was dressed in lightweight pants that clung to her curves, but were loose around the ankles, with a nice pair of wedge heels. On top, she wore a blue sleeveless blouse that served to emphasize her intensely blue eyes. Her red hair, which turned an even deeper red in the evening light, cascaded loosely over her bare shoulders.

Miranda stared, grinning, at Heather. "Wow, you look absolutely smashing! Are you sure I'm qualified to be seen with you?"

Heather simply smiled and leaned forward to place a light, wet, kiss on the corner of Miranda's mouth. "Shall we?"

The host seated the women in a U-shaped booth against the wall towards the back of the dining area. It was secluded enough to be private, but exposed enough that its occupants were well aware of being in a room full of people. The bar was busy without be loud or crowded; quiet enough to carry on a conversation but loud enough to keep it private.

Before long, a waitress stopped by to take orders - Chianti for Heather, pinot grigio for Miranda, and a cheese plate to share. Avoiding the elephant in the room, the two women chatted about the city, hobbies, and work. Miranda was amazed at Heather's ability to keep the focus on her, while revealing very little about herself. After 45 minutes of conversation, Heather still seemed a mystery to her. Quiet, polite, always listening and observing intently, but simultaneously a little intimidating and just a tiny bit...aloof (although not in an arrogant way). Heather's mystique made her seem more significantly older than Miranda, even though they were only four or five years apart in age.

As the wine continued to work its magic on Miranda, she failed to notice Heather discreetly scooting closer to her in the booth until their thighs were practically touching. Miranda giggled when she felt a light touch just above her knee, and demurely sipped her wine.

"You snuck up on me."

"Mmmm-hmmmm," was all Heather replied.

The two women hesitated for a moment, enjoying the tension...that tingly feeling that comes right before stepping over a precipice.

"Will you do something for me?" Heather whispered, her voice soft and sultry in Miranda's ear.

Miranda turned slightly and brushed her cheek against Heather's. "Maybe...what is it?"

"I want you to slide your pants down your thighs, so I can see those pretty blue panties you mentioned earlier."

Miranda blushed deeply. "You...you can't be..."

"I'm being completely serious my dear. No one's paying any attention to us." She paused and stroked Miranda's delicate jawline softly. "Please?"

The skin on Miranda's arms and scalp goosebumped as Heather's light touch caused her senses to work overtime. Heather's hair and warm breath tickled her ear as she waited expectantly for her request to be followed. The wine certainly helped loosen her inhibitions, but it Heather's scent, touch, proximity, and silky voice that were absolutely intoxicating. She sighed softly, dropped her hands to her lap, and slowly released the button on her pants, and drew the zipper downwards. The release of pressure around her waist caused her to blush even more, and she was acutely aware of everyone around her.

Cautiously, she raised her butt slightly up from the booth and slid her pants quickly over her butt and down around her knees. Heather drew back to take in the sight of Miranda's milky white skin contrasting with the dark booth and blue panties.

"You were so daring at the coffee shop today, walking around with a vibrator in your cunt, I'm surprised you're so hesitant," Heather said, sternly.

Miranda looked at Heather in surprise, "no...that...was sort of spur of the moment."

Heather kept a serious face for a few more seconds, then broke into a smile and gave the younger woman a small kiss on the cheek. "I know, sweetie...just giving you a hard time. Now, let me see those...ooh, they ARE sexy."

Heather sipped her wine with one hand, and lightly ran her finger tips up the silky smooth inside of Miranda's thigh. She smiled to herself as Miranda instinctively spread her legs slightly as Heather dragged her fingers gently toward the subtle heat emanating from between her legs. The fingers stopped just as they bumped into the lace, and Heather quickly played them over the now soaked fabric covering Miranda's pussy, then pulled them away. Miranda moaned quietly.

"You are soaked!" Heather said, and then grinned deviously. "May I have those panties please?"

"That might be a bit tough..."

"You can do it. Like I said, no one's paying any attention right now. We're just two old friends out for a drink."

Miranda sighed, and her almost overwhelming desire to be touched by her new friend won out. She quickly wiggled the panties down, along with the pants, and worked both over her feet. She handed the damp fabric to Heather, then quickly put her feet back through her pant legs so they would at least be around her ankles if she needed to put them back on in a hurry.

Heather passed the panties under her nose and inhaled deeply. "Mmmm...My god, you smell fantastic." She turned back to Miranda, now playing nervously with the hem of the table cloth. "Tell me, how do you feel right now?"

"Exposed. I feel like everyone knows I'm half naked under this table. I'm afraid the fire alarm will go off or something. I feel tingly...the air's a bit cold...and, I feel like I'm sitting in a puddle right now."

"Let me see."

Miranda scooted back in the seat slightly and drew her right leg up under her left, opening herself up for Heather. The slightly puffy, light pink lips of her pussy were framed by a neatly trimmed bush that matched the hair on her head.

"Lovely...more please," said Heather quietly.

Miranda obliged, and used two fingers to spread her outer labia, exposing herself as much as possible. Her juices left small dewy drops in her pubic hair, and Heather could see that her entire slit was slick with girl cum, which was gathering on the seat under her.

The women turned their attention to the wine list upon noticing their waiter headed back toward their table, and Miranda slid forward to cover herself with the long tablecloth. They ordered additional wine, and waited patiently while he took the order and returned with two more glasses.

"Now that he's gone," Heather began as she sipped her fresh glass of wine, "I want to watch you play with yourself. But...no cumming until I say so."

"O-OK," Miranda responded. The expressions on her face clearly illustrated her inner conflict between wanton lust and fear of discovery.

Cautiously, she dropped one hand to her lap, spread her legs just slightly, and slipped two fingers downward toward her engorged clitoris which had emerged from hiding. Then, without taking her eyes off her new friend, she began to stroke herself slowly and deliberately. A small gasp escaped her lips as she found just the right spot at the slightly awkward angle.

Heather remained silent, taking in the deliciously erotic sight of the younger woman's incognito self-pleasure. She continued to sip her wine, and lightly stroked Miranda's leg, delighted by the occasional muscle twitches.

"How does that feel? What are you thinking about?" Heather asked.

"Oh god, amazing. Naughty. I hope you don't expect me to hold out for long," Miranda responded with a hitch in her voice. "I'm just thinking about...mmm...you...your lips, and how I want to lick them. And how I just want to curl up in your lap and do this all night. I want you to hold me while I cum, and then..." another hitch, "I want to return the favor."

Heather smiled and clasped Miranda's free hand in her own.

"Keep going sweetie."

Miranda moved her fingers with more urgency, balancing her desire to get herself off with Heather's instructions to wait until she was told. The result was that she sat just on the brink of orgasm, willing herself not to fall over too soon. Her legs began to quiver slightly, and she fought to keep her breathing under control.

"Are you ready?"

Miranda nodded with a pleading look in her eyes.

"Just a moment," she said. "Here, look at this menu with me." Heather unfolded the conveniently oversized menu and held it up with one hand, blocking the view of anyone who happened to be looking in their general direction.

Heather leaned in, then stopped, just millimeters from Miranda's slightly parted lips. Her breath tickled, and smelled pleasantly of wine. "Now, darling," she whispered, then pressed her soft lips to Miranda's.

The instant their tongues met, Miranda gave up the control she'd been holding onto. She held the kiss, whimpering into Miranda's mouth, as her orgasm built. Finally, she broke it as her orgasm hit, and wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Heather watched intently as Miranda's eyelids fluttered and she bit her lower lip to keep from crying out in the crowded restaurant. Her entire body quivered, shaking the table slightly, and her thighs clamped down on her hand as she continued stroking herself, trying to eke out everything she could from her overstimulated body.

"That was beautiful," Heather said after Miranda's body finally relaxed and her eyes seemed to refocus on the room around her.

Miranda leaned forward and buried her head in Heather's neck. "That. Was. Wonderful," she breathed.

Heather gently stroked her hair and back. "It absolutely was...I love watching your face while you cum." She paused and looked around, "I hate to say it, but we're starting to get some funny looks. Why don't you run to the ladies room and freshen up for a minute while I take care of the bill. I'll meet you just outside."

Miranda giggled and quickly gathered her pants from around her ankles and slipped them back into place. "OK," she said, and gave Heather a quick peck on the cheek.

Five minutes later, they stood outside under the restaurant's awning as a light rain swept over the area, immediately cooling the air. Miranda shivered as a gust of wind passed through the people milling about on the sidewalk. Heather pulled her close and kissed her tenderly on the forehead.

"You mentioned some things earlier that I think I'd quite enjoy," she said.

"Mmm-hmm...go on..." Miranda responded dreamily, still slightly lost in her afterglow.

"May I take you home with me?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

With that, Heather gently steered Miranda out of the crowd waiting to get out of the rain. Fingers intertwined, they strolled quietly into the night.