The Date, Hannah Wells [easy books to read in english .txt] 📗

As I walk through the mall, I am filled with a sense of adventure.  I’m here shopping for clothes for a special date tomorrow night.  I walk into Morgan’s, a store that caters to upscale professional women, not the usual destination for a college girl.  I catch the attention of a younger, friendly looking salesclerk and explain to her that I am looking for a business suit to wear on my first day as an intern at a big financial firm downtown. She takes me over to the section for business attire and she studies me as I search for a suit in one of my best colors.  Ostensibly she is helping me to select the right size, but I get a strong sense that she has more than a casual interest in my measurements.  Does she know that I like girls?  Does she like girls?  I suspect that she does.  It’s uncanny how the slightest gesture, a knowing look, a subtle smile can communicate so much in lieu of words.  I select two suits to try on and she helps me choose several blouses.  On the way to the dressing room, she asks me who I will be reporting to at the company.  I describe a handsome middle-aged man in such effusive detail that she seems surprised but then is amused.  While I try on the first suit, she returns to the sales floor.  When I leave the changing booth to look at myself in the mirrors, she returns with several lacy bras and panties.  I pretend to be puzzled and she laughs and says, “I thought you might need something to complete your new outfit.” She holds up a pair of tiny, nearly see-through panties and says, “I imagine that you will look quite nice in these.”  I could see from the way she was looking at me that she would enjoy helping me try on the panties.  I blushed as I took the panties and bras from her.  Don’t be embarrassed dear; it’s not unusual at all for a young girl like you to come into Morgan’s to find a special outfit just right for an evening with an older man.  I look at her and almost relax completely now that I don’t have to pretend about my purpose for coming to the store.  She smiles and says, “How long have you known him?”   Without thinking, I blurt out, “Oh, all my life, he’s really great!”  To my extreme horror, I realize what I just said, and I try to change direction but I just babble.  She just laughs kindly and reaches out to pat me gently on my shoulder.  “Don’t worry dear; your secret is safe with me.  Is this your first special evening with your dad?” I couldn’t look her in the eye so I looked at the floor and nodded.  She stepped closer to me and said, “It wasn’t too many years ago that I spent a special evening with my father.  I remember every moment as if it happened only yesterday.  He shared everything with me and it is an experience that I will never forget.”  She smiled at me.  “You’re a lucky girl.”  As she packed up my purchases, she handed me her business car and said, “Call me if you would like to have lunch next week and tell me about your evening.”  I left the store in a blur of arousal!

The restaurant in the exclusive hotel was crowded but I was able to find a small table in a secluded corner.  I ordered a drink and scanned the menu.  Before long, he appeared quietly at the table.  “Excuse me young lady, apparently there are no available tables.  May I join you?”  I smiled shyly and nodded yes and gestured to the empty chair at my table.  We chat about the business meeting that brought him to town and I tell him nervously too much about the conference that has brought me to the city.  I wonder briefly if anyone knows.  Can anyone around us tell that this is not some casual meeting between two strangers?  Then I simply relax and enjoy being with him.  I savor his easy laugh and his good humor.  I marvel at how well informed his is about so many things.  I put aside any apprehension I had leading up to this evening and let the warm feeling of excitement and arousal wash over me.

He offers to pay for my meal as a thank you for sharing my table but I demure.  “Well then, will you join me in my room for a drink?”  I smile and say that I would like that.  The elevator is crowded.  The arms of our suit coats brush together as we ride up to his floor.  We’re the only ones to exit and we walk silently down the corridor.  He unlocks the door with a swipe of the card and holds the door for me to enter.  We are alone at last.  He looks at me and says, “Clare, are you sure you want to do this?”  Inside I feel like a little girl again, but my words are spoken with the confidence of a young woman.  “I’ve waited so long for this.  I’ve waited years for this, lying in my bed dreaming of this moment.  Every night, I watched you come through the door, this handsome man with his crisp suit and his briefcase.  I watched and I waited.  I come up to him as I slip off my jacket.  I look deeply in his eyes as I begin unbuttoning my blouse.  “Oh Daddy, please hug me!”

Publication Date: 03-12-2022

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Dedication:
Ostensibly she is helping me to select the right size, but I get a strong sense that she has more than a casual interest in my measurements. Does she know that I like girls? Does she like girls? I suspect that she does. It’s uncanny how the slightest gesture, a knowing look, a subtle smile can communicate so much in lieu of words.