So ages and ages ago I promised to tell you what happened the night after my dream of The Teacher (see Of Dreams and Things). Here it is...
I woke up the day after my dream feeling wretched, totally revolting and full of cold. I was a mess and very un Kept Womanish - in need of a wax, facial etc. Well nothing drags me out of sicksville faster than a pamper so I ran off to the salon and was waxed, facial-ed, manicured, pedicured, hair cut and blow dried and I felt like a new woman. Or rather like a Kept Woman.
Totally out of the blue as I used Alpha's credit card to pay my bill I received a phone call from, you guessed it, the Teacher himself inviting Alpha and I to dinner with his hissy girlfriend and a few others. Alpha was out of town so I politely declined on his behalf but accepted for myself. I could feel myself blushing as I did so. I was surprised at my reaction, breathless and excited, as I found out where we were supposed to be meeting.
I raced off home, all blahness forgotten, and wiled away the time til dinner by idly bringing myself to lazy orgasm by pretending that I was being watched by unknown men and women. More specifically I imagined myself at a party naked apart from a pair of gold heals, laying on an ornate dining table and I filling myself with a vibrator as ignoring yet excited and watchful guests wondered past.
This was probably what put me on such good form for the evening. I felt like I glowed (which was probably the orgasm or 3) and like a benevolent goddess I was pleased with and by everyone. The dinner was a success apart from the Teacher and his little Euro having a discrete but bitter fight half way through. She left and he shrugged her off like a wet coat. I teased and flirted with the rest of the table, making him laugh until he the quarrel was forgotten.
Dinner ended and we tipsily all headed towards D Lounge. We piled into cabs and I breathlessly made sure that the Teacher and I were in the same one. Without realising that it had happened the Teacher, myself and another friend who shared the cab were the only ones who made it to D Lounge. Our friend piked at the front door once we realised we were all that was left of the party but the teacher and I shrugged to each other and smiling shyly decided to go get one drink to see where the night would take us.
I couldn't tell you how it happened. I couldn't tell you how one minute we were sitting there as friends and the next he was sitting next to me in a large chair trying to wriggle his fingers into my knickers.
