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My Date With Catherine

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It is difficult to try to recall how I felt about Catherine, sometimes I would feel ashamed of my feelings, after all she was more than twice my age, yet I guess I looked forward to seeing her for some reason. I had begun to enjoy her company and our times together, as well as liking her for her generous tips when I waited on her. Now we had this date for the pictures, and I admit I was beginning to believe she was queer. As I said I’d had a bad experience that caused me to move from one part of the city to another, I had no one to blame really, I’d had a mind of my own for some time and was usually determined to get my way. No doubt I was a bit screwed up in those days; an angry young woman would have described me. I did not realize it at the time but I had a very high I.Q., and as a result had little tolerance for most of my peers in school. A bit of a bully really that often got me into trouble with authorities. I was the product of a mother who was often out at cards or bingo, and an alcoholic father who usually spent most evenings in a bar somewhere. When I was younger I had an Aunt who used to babysit me, but as the saying goes I could twist her around my little finger and often got my way with whatever I wanted. Once I entered my teens I was often left to look after myself, I had freedoms few other kids had as I was often left to my own devices. Mother worked as an office cleaner and father was a labourer, both low paying jobs. Mother had the real strength in the family and had a fiery temper; I have inherited a lot of her characteristics. I think when I did leave home my parents didn’t try too hard to stop me, in a way I think they were glad to get rid of me. Even before I got that job in a better class restaurant I was starting to realize I was the product of my own making, and I could do something about it. The patrons there treated me more like a woman should be treated with a little more respect, and I began to see the benefits to be had if I just got rid of my old prejudices and habits. I had begun to dress better, not just for my job but when I went out in the evenings too. I was frequenting a better class of dance halls where the people treated me with a little more respect that I had a hard time adjusting to, but adjust I did, although it was to be some time before I realized that. Of course Catherine had always shown respect for me, was always polite and never rude or complaining. kaçak iddaa As a waitress it wasn’t hard to like people like her, and in turn I tried to do my best to please her. It was true that as she was a generous tipper it was obviously in my best interest to do so. Money had always been a problem for me; or rather the lack of it, living from one week to the next, buying cheap clothes and jewellery and just trying to survive on my own in a big city with no family I could rely on. Here was a woman who was obviously wealthy, after all she had a nice car and not many ordinary people could afford a car in those days. She had taken a liking to me and in our previous outings together she had always paid for everything, lunch, drinks and even buying me cigarettes. I was used to that with some of the men I’d dated, but not a woman. Now for some reason I can’t explain I had agreed to go on dates with her, my instincts were kicking in and I began to wonder about her intentions. I always prided myself on being able to take care of myself so wasn’t really too worried about being with her, after all she was that much older than me and a little on the heavy side. When my shift ended at 4 PM that day, I hurried home to freshen up and change, as Catherine was to pick me up in time to go to the ‘second house’ at the theatre. On occasion I did think she’d been nice and friendly because she was just lonely and wanted a friend, but I felt it was more than that. I felt the anger mounting inside me thinking about it on occasion and finally thought to myself something like, “fuck it” only one way to find out. After a quick bath I put on a nice black ensemble with black nylons, a navy blouse and pleated skirt. (I favoured pleated skirts for the freedom they gave me for shagging and often felt very sexy in them). I can’t explain why I wanted to look good for her, I just did, after brushing my hair and did my make-up then got my coat and waited by the window looking out for her car. When she arrived I went down stairs to meet her, she got out and held the car door for me to get in. We exchanged pleasantries as I got in and she walked round to the other side and slid in behind the wheel, she did smell nice with a lovely perfume. We made small talk on the way to the theatre, and once there had a bit of a wait for the first house to empty. Fortunately it was not too crowded, and we sat close to the back as there kaçak bahis was lots of room with nobody immediately beside us. We took our coats off and placed them over our knees and settled down to watch the picture, in the dim flickering light from the projector that seemed to be over our heads, I could see her eyes shining as she often looked at me. She placed a hand under our coats and moved it over to take hold of mine and give it a friendly squeeze. I squeezed hers in return and we sat there holding hands, and after a while felt her press her knee against mine. I felt a bump under her dress where her stocking top was turned over her garter. I didn’t really resist although I’d never done anything like this before with a woman, I’d often played with a man’s cock in a theatre as he’d give me a feel under coats over our laps, but never with another female. I glanced at her pressing my knee against hers in return and saw her smile as a result, quietly slowly she moved her shoulder close to mine, and brought her other hand over and laid it on my forearm, and started gently to rub it up and down. Out of the corner of my eyes I verified there was no one sitting close enough to see what was going on, and actually enjoyed her light touches. I wasn’t sure what to do and just let her continue she relaxed her hold on the hand under our coats and let hers rest lightly on my thigh, and then moved her fingers enough to let me feel what she was doing. I was enjoying it, and then she got bolder running her finger tips up and down my thigh. Conscious of what she was doing, I glanced around to see if anyone was paying any particular attention to us, but they just seemed to be engrossed in the picture. I admit to getting excited feeling the slight caresses she was giving me on my thigh, but when I felt her start to move her hand around my thigh under my skirt I felt that was enough, and placed my hand over hers and held it. By this time I had lost all interest in the picture, and took her hand to prevent her going further and looked at her, giving it a slight squeeze. Once the picture ended we stood up and gather up our coats and headed for the exit. I thought she looked a little disappointed, I took her hand and she smiled up at me and held my hand as we walked to her car. I didn’t care who would see us, not that there was anybody out that mattered, and she unlocked the passenger door first to let illegal bahis me in, then moved round and got in the car herself. It was starting to get dark and in the dim light she sat there for a minute looking at me, she held my hand again and was smiling at me and nothing was said. It just seemed natural as she lifted my hand to her lips and kissed it, looking at me as she did so as if to gauge my reaction. I didn’t resist or protest just let her kiss me, then she whispered to me, “Will you come home with me?” Hardly able to speak I just sat there looking at her then nodded my acceptance, I was aroused, I found it incredible I was so turned on by what had been happening to me. With all the men I’d been with I’d never felt like this, it was as if deep inside me I knew this is what I needed, so in a way it was a relief when she started the engine and we got going. We got to her house where once inside she hung up our coats and invited me to take a seat. The house was cool and she stoked up the fire, then went into the bedroom and lit a gas fire to warm up the room, and then put the kettle on for tea before joining me on the sofa. Now I’m not going to tell you I remember what she said to me that night or over the weekend, so what I’m telling you now are what I think she might have said to me. When she joined me she got on her knees on the sofa and clasping my hand and kissed it, smiling as she looked into my eyes told me she had fallen in love with me, and said she was aching to please me any way she could. I just sat there enjoying her closeness, the slight whiff of perfume and the warmth and softness of her hands was intoxicating to me that night. She held my head and pressed her cheek against mine, then kissed it and my neck for a few moments before venturing round to kiss my mouth. Not sure how I should react I just let her, she took my face between her hands and continued kissing me, her tongue pressed against my lips I parted them slightly so she could slip it into my mouth, soon I began to kiss her back. Now I was an active participant she was kissing me even harder, her hand starting to caress my upper body, lightly over and around my tits. Her breathing was getting heavier and I sensed her eagerness, she was muttering sweet nothings to me about how she loved me. She started to undo the buttons of my blouse I just let her, I felt a little nervous as I let her undress me, and once it was undone her fingers worked their magic over and around each mound. It was amazing, her touch was so titillating the way she just used her fingertips to lightly caress my skin, hardly using any pressure at all.

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