Part One The sky had darkened and the temperature had dropped a good ten degrees, all in the space of forty minutes. A loud crack of thunder and a vivid pulse of lightning heralded the arrival of rain. Heavy rain, each droplet full and heavy slamming into the pavement, quickly changing the pale grey slabs to a dark glistening black. I stood in the doorway of my salon watching the gutters flood and small rivers start to flow across the piazza. Shoppers were covering their heads with bags and newspapers as they ran for cover, slipping and sliding across the walkways. I crossed my arms rubbing my hands against the bare flesh which had pimpled against the cold and started to turn away from the door to seek comfort deeper inside, away from the wind which had swept this summer downpour into town. As I turned a flash of red caught my eye. A woman in a red summer dress was running down my side of the square, her long brown hair streaming behind her and her arms out for balance as she slithered along the slick paving. Just as she passed by my windows her luck ran out, wedge heels may be as sexy as hell but they were never designed for running in. Her legs splayed and her dress rode embarrassingly high up her thighs and down she went. I quickly stepped out of my doorway offering a hand. She was sitting on her ass, legs still splayed and showing her underwear. The rain still flowed now forking around her in solid streams. “Here, take my hand,” I offered crouching toward her as the wind rattled the shutters of my salon. Pulling her up I led her inside closing the door behind us. “Oh my god you’re soaked, ” I remarked, stating the obvious, “Let me get you something dry to put on.” Quickly stepping behind the reception desk I produced a thick white waffle robe and offered it to her. “Just step through the louvre doors and there’s a changing room etimesgut escort on your right,” I said pointing to the far corner. A brief few minutes later and she returned wrapped tightly in the robe. Towelling her hair with one hand she clutched her dress and shoes in the other. A rueful smile on her face she offered her thanks, “I’ve always meant to come in here, just not this way.” “Let me hang your clothes to dry and I will make us a hot drink,” I replied taking the sodden bundle from her arms. We settled in the oasis area, soft comfy recliners around an indoor fountain and leafy green plants. It was softly lit and warmed by hidden led heat lamps. I’d designed it to be a relaxation zone for clients before and after their treatments. Sipping from her liquorice tea she smiled and said, “I’m Julie and I can’t thank you enough for your kindness.” “I’m Sophie and it’s nothing really,” I smiled back at her. “It’s a quiet day and it’s good to have someone to speak to.” Looking around taking in the wall art and niks naks Julie said how much she liked the décor and what a relaxing ambience the place had I proudly explained how I had bought an old bakery, stripped out the fittings and created the spa from scratch, getting art students from the local college to paint the murals on the walls and ceilings in exchange for free treatments and massages. Thirty minutes later and we were chatting like old friends. I can’t recall being so comfortable with someone so quickly. Rising from my seat I checked on Julie’s clothes. “Your dress is dry and not too creased or grubby but your bra and thong are still damp,” I reported back. “Well I guess it will be commando for me then,” she laughed back unfolding her long legs and rising from her lounger to walk over and take the dress. Walking out of the changing eryaman escort area and back in her dress and shoes with her hair pulled back in a scrunchie I was struck by how striking Julie was; high cheek bones and large dark eyes complimented by the dark chestnut hair. “It’s been lovely meeting you Sophie and again I can’t thank you enough for your kindness,” Julie stepped forward and lightly pecked me on either cheek. “As a thank, you would you have dinner with me tomorrow evening, my treat,” she continued “Really there’s no need but yes I would love to,” I replied, noticing how large and erect her nipples had become during our brief embrace, how the thin fabric of her summer dress was stretched tightly over them. Part Two It’s eight o clock the following evening and my cab has dropped me off outside Giuseppe’s in the centre of town. I’m struck by how modern and sleek the exterior is; smoked glass set in gleaming chrome frames, nothing like the usual red and green paintwork with chequered table cloths that I would expect of an Italian restaurant. Upon entering I am approached by the Maître d’ and I explain that I am meeting Miss Julie Haig. He leads me to an intimate corner table. I am the first to arrive. I hand over my coat and accept the offered chair. I‘ve had my hair done and my senior assistant at the spa has buffed, sugared and polished me until I glow. I’m wearing a lightweight summer dress. It’s a very subtle floral pattern with a flowing skirt and I’ve teamed it with tan thigh highs and heels. I’ve always liked to dress up but for some reason it seemed more important than normal to look good for this evening. At this point Julie walked in and over to the table She had already handed her mac to the Maître d’ and was speaking with him about the weather and his family. Somewhere along the sincan escort line, my heart rate had accelerated and my breathing stopped. I reacted to this woman, a woman that I barely knew in a way that I had never reacted to anybody before. I should explain, Julie was wearing a dark ink blue dress with very sheer glossy nylons and tall black spike heels. The dress was silk and hugged and accentuated her tall curvy figure, just brushing her knees. Her long flowing chestnut hair bounced as she moved with feline grace. I rose from my seat and we touched cheeks before we both sat, and again her nipples were taught against the fabric of the dress. I felt a tightness in my stomach, that hit of adrenaline that precedes the unexpected. I don’t remember ever having had such a perfect evening. Our conversation flowed like old friends and the food and drink were amazing. Our waiter was friendly and attentive and it was obvious that Julie was a regular customer. Throughout the meal, I was so conscious of Julie’s beauty, her hair, dark and glossy, her high cheekbones and olive skin, her eyes, so large and dark that I felt that I could dive into them, Oh and those nipples, so full and hard the entire time. Eventually, the meal was over; three courses with coffee, liqueurs and mints. There was nothing more to be had and yet I wanted the evening to carry on. As if sensing my thoughts or maybe just giving voice to her own desires Julie suggested taking a cab back to her apartment, “I only live five minutes away, why don’t you come back and we can have another drink and chat some more.” Trying hard not to gush I replied, ”Mmm yes, I would love that.” We stood to get our coats, my eyes lingering on a flash of nylon thigh and I got another hit of adrenaline this time accompanied by a distinct moistening of my pussy, and I could feel my cheeks redden. Part Three True to her word a five-minute drive saw us back at her apartment block; a small converted warehouse in the old riverside part of town. As we exited the cab our hands brushed and I caught a sudden breath of her perfume, deep and warm with hints of jasmine and oriental nights.