As I walked up the stairs to Jessi's apartment, I had no idea what to expect. I had spent much of the day wondering what our 'normal' date was going to be like. My initial plan was to take her to dinner then see a movie, which seemed as normal as a date could be. The problem was that we had done those things before without them being all that normal. I wanted to show Jessi that we could enjoy ourselves being out together, so I decided to see if there might be something different we could try.
In the course of searching for things to do, I found that the university's philharmonic had a performance of Bach violin concertos scheduled for that night. Luckily, there were tickets left to the performance, although the seats were not very good. I purchased the tickets then managed to land a reservation at a small but elegant restaurant down on the river.
After making all the arrangements, I texted Jessi and let her know that she needed to dress up for our evening.
"Like my angel costume?" she sent back, followed by a winking face.
"A nice dress," I clarified. "Or a skirt and a nice blouse."
"What R U wearing?"
"A coat and tie."
"Like a suit?"
"No. Sports coat & slacks."
"So dress 4 me?"
"Or skirt and nice blouse."
"Dress."
"Ok. I will see you at 6:00. We have reservations for 6:30."
Jessi texted back a smiley face, and while I was pleased she seemed to be going along with everything, I was also somewhat apprehensive that she seemed to be taking it all so well. I wondered whether I should have clarified the type of dress, or at least the length. I had never seen her in a dress, so I was not sure what my young lover might consider appropriate.
***
When Jessi opened her door, I was taken aback by the sight that met me. Styled hair, elegantly restrained makeup, and a formfitting red dress combined to make her look older than her twenty years. If I had not known better, I would have guessed her age to be twenty-five or twenty-six. She still looked significantly younger than I was, but I did not think anyone would mistake her for my daughter.
"You look stunning," I told her as my eyes traveled from her head to feet then back up, lingering on the way the dress clung to and defined her bosom.
"Not really demure," she smiled. "But I thought you'd like it."
"It is quite elegant," I said.
"Thanks. I thought about going the slutty route just to annoy you. I'd even picked out a super short black dress with a low neckline that I thought would work with that white bra that pushes my tits up, but then I saw this one. I liked it so much I changed my plans."
"I would say you probably made the right choice," I told her, although I did wonder what she would look like in the dress she had described.
"Yeah, no reason to start the night with you pissed at me, especially when this one looks better."
"I would not have been angry," I replied.
"Oh, yes you would've. Wait 'til you see it."
"You bought two dresses?" I asked, the reality of what she had said about picking out the dresses finally filtering through my head. "I thought you might just have one you could wear. I certainly did not want you to have to buy one."
"Well, that was gonna be a problem. The two dresses I bought today bring the grand total of dresses I own up to two," the blonde said, a slight blush on her cheeks. "I just don't wear them."
"Did you have to buy shoes too?" I asked, looking at her red pumps.
"Maybe," she shrugged. "But I got everything on sale. Promise."
"Still, I was being thoughtless," I sighed. "Do you need me to help pay for..."
"No," she interrupted me. "I'm fine. Really."
"Okay," I nodded, although my worry was not really alleviated, especially after she set a small red purse on her bed next to her black coat.
"I had that one already," she groaned when she saw where I was looking. "And I did not have to buy any new underwear either."
"You had some that worked with the dress?" I asked even as it occurred to me that the dress was so tight that I should have been able to see the outlines of her bra and panties.
"I'm not wearing any," she laughed, then she kissed me lightly before turning to retrieve her coat and purse from the bed.
The dress, which had a relatively modest front save that it was form fitting, presented a very different view from the back. From the neck to the top of her buttocks was completely open, revealing her bare back as well as the fact she was wearing no underwear.
"I take it the gasp was for the back?" Jessi asked after she had donned her coat and turned around to face me again.
"It was, well, unexpected," I said, shaking my head.
"Told you it wasn't demure, Mr. Warner," she grinned, placing her hand on my cheek before kissing me.
"That it is not," I agreed. "But it is amazing."
"So, are we going to go or what?" the blonde asked, still smiling.
***
When we arrived at the restaurant, a couple about my age passed us on the way out. Jessi was looking at something on the wall, so she was mostly turned away from me when they were even with us. The man's eyes lingered on Jessi's bare back, which earned first him and then me a glare from his companion. Unfortunately, the young blonde picked that time to turn back toward me, which meant she became encompassed in that same glare.
The woman shook her head and made a disapproving sound, then they were gone. Jessi looked at me, and for a moment I saw panic on her face. But then her jaw set, and with blazing eyes, she turned and took a step in the direction the couple had disappeared. I lightly took hold of her arm, which caused her to turn and fix me with one of her intense stares.
"It is not worth it, honey," I told her, shaking my head.
"What business is it of hers how I dress and who I'm with?" she snarled.
"I suspect she was more upset that the man she was with was ogling your back and bottom," I pointed out, which led to a small smile and slight blush on Jessi's face.
"Well, jealous I can understand," the blonde said, her body relaxing. "It felt like she was judging me."
I returned her smile while deciding it was probably best not to tell her that I was quite sure that the woman, in addition to being upset her companion had been staring, had been judging both Jessi and me.
"Mr. Warner, you're table is ready," the hostess said, approaching us with two menus in her hand.
Jessi looked at me, then turned, smiled, and thanked the hostess before I could say anything. I nodded, then followed her and Jessi as she took us to our table. I noticed a few glances our way as we passed by other tables, although I think Jessi's dress was probably the main attraction. And if my young lover saw people looking, it did not seem to bother her.
