As I dressed for my date with Staci I felt butterflies in the pit of my stomach, even though she and I had shared several intense fuck sessions this was to be our first date since she'd agreed to continue seeing me. "Come on Allen, you're forty-one, you shouldn't have butterflies about a first date," I thought to myself. I was fairly certain that since she had told me about a special outfit she'd bought for our date that was adding to my anticipation of taking her out. I'd chosen a gray pinstripe three-piece suit, a white shirt and a light gray striped neck tie hoping it compliment her dress for the evening.
I rang her doorbell a fashionable five minutes late and waited several minutes before she opened the door. I was floored by my first look at her outfit, it was a black leather mini dress with a high neckline, sleeveless and very form fitting. The mini dress ended at about mid-thigh. Around her waist, she wore a black leather belt with two large gold buckles. The neckline of this awesome dress was the same as the waistline giving her a choker style accent around her neck. A third belt connected the belt around her waist with the belt around her neckline, running vertically up her chest. It also featured a gold chain that ran around her neck. She'd decided to pull her hair tightly against her head and into a bun at the back. Her wrist was adorned with several gold bracelets and every finger featured a gold ring as well as gold stud earrings.
She smiled widely at me and invited me in saying, "Sorry it took me so long to answer the door I was tying my heels when you rang the bell."
For the first time, I let my eyes drop along her sleek slender legs to look at her shoes, a pair of black stilettos that laced up above her ankles in an open toe design.
I smiled and said, "It was well worth the wait."
Her makeup as always fit the outfit, dark eyeshadow, extended eyelashes and a lovely pale lip gloss.
"I hope you're as excited as I am about tonight," Staci said as she turned and walked away from the door.
I didn't reply immediately because I was enjoying the snug fit of her dress over her sexy ass. "I am very much looking forward to spending the night with you." I finally replied.
My use of the word night apparently didn't go un-noticed because when she turned around to again face me Staci was smiling widely and to my complete enjoyment her tiny erect nipples appeared as just a hint through the leather dress.
"Are you ready to go?" I asked.
She picked up her small black leather purse which of course had a gold chain to hold onto and said, "I'm more than ready."
I reached for her hand and escorted her to the elevator then into the parking lot to my car. After opening the passenger door, I stepped back to watch as she slid into the seat, her dress rode up exposing even more of her shapely legs.
As I exited the lot Staci asked, "So you haven't told me if you like my outfit."
"It's incredible, I've never seen you look sexier, and to be completely honest I can hardly wait to get my fingers on all those belt buckles," I answered.
She giggled, then said, "But this is our first date, what makes you think I'll let you undo my belts?"
"Wishful thinking?" I replied.
She laughed again, then said, "Well if you do, you'll be happy to know there's nothing under this dress."
In her own way, Staci was letting me know that she was braless and apparently hadn't bothered with a thong.
It didn't take long for us to arrive at the gallery where the art show was being held, and after finding a parking space I went around to the passenger door to assist her getting out. She swiveled in the seat and let her legs slide apart giving me a very nice view of her naked pussy, confirming at least that she wasn't wearing any panties. She smiled at me and said, "I hope you enjoyed the preview." Taking her hand in mine, I escorted her to the entrance while saying, "You're such a tease, I'll probably have a hard-on while we're here just thinking about tasting that sweet pussy and more."
The other attendees were all dressed in avant-garde attire, many of which looked like they were from another planet. I'd never seen such exotic clothing and styles of make-up which appeared to be applied by professional make-up artists.
I commented, "Looks like the art show is not only on the walls but walking around the gallery."
"It's a lifestyle for most of these people," Staci replied.
I kinda felt a little out of place with my conservative gray pinstripe, three-piece suit.
As Staci and I began making our way through the gallery I got the impression that this style of art could be something a five-year-old would create, but I didn't mention that to her. I actually enjoyed looking at the others in attendance more than the paintings displayed on the walls.
Staci and I were viewing one painting when I heard a voice from behind called "Allen".
I turned around to find Stephanie Peters headed in our direction.
I instantly got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, worried about what this chance encounter with another of my sex partners would bring about.
As she approached I acknowledged her, "Stephanie, how are you?"
She smiled widely and opened her arms and wrapped them around me, giving me an unusually tight hug, crushing her big tits into my chest. Stephanie gave me a quick kiss on the mouth, then whispered in my ear, "I need to feel your big, hard cock inside me again and this time I want you to spend the night."
Staci stood beside us smiling at the tall, older woman who'd warmly greeted me. Stephanie was dressed in a form-fitting, light blue knit sweater dress that highlighted her enhanced 36DD tits, while completely hiding her sensual deep cleavage, it fit snuggly over her wide hips. The hemline was right at her knees, and below she wore black stockings and as usual a pair of matching leather stilettoes.
Once I'd extricated myself from her hug, I looked at Staci and said, "Staci Van Holden I'd like you to meet Stephanie Peters."
Staci extended her delicate hand and Stephanie took it in hers, both women smiling politely at one another.
Staci was the first to speak, "I think Ms. Peters helped me when I leased my apartment."
Her use of the name Ms. Peters was the first salvo in what would become an undeclared war of words between the two.
"I do seem to recall you, Staci, I believe I thought at the time you were far too young to be leasing such an exclusive unit. Was it your first since moving out of your parents' house?" Stephanie shot back.
Staci wasted no time in replying. "Actually, it was, but since I had just started my own company I felt the unit was quite appropriate."
Stephanie turned her attention to me asking, "Allen, aren't you kind of robbing the cradle tonight?"
I didn't reply since Staci took the opportunity to get in another dig saying, "I happen to like older men, and apparently you have a thing for younger men."
I couldn't tell how Staci had already figured out that I've been fucking Stephanie. Perhaps it was from the way she'd greeted me, the kiss on the lips and whispering in my ear, either way, both women apparently assumed that I've been fucking the other.
Stephanie addressed me again, "I had no idea you had a thing for such dainty ladies, Allen." She shifted her weight from hip to hip and arched her back a little showing off her awesome tits.
Staci replied, "That's strange, I didn't know Allen enjoys full figured, mature women."
