Only my secret, well hidden corrupted the girl I knew that Iwas. I headed for the shower to get ready.I wore my brand new Pushemup bra with a pair of ...ight panties,everything folded well out of the way, leaving me with a clean line.Then my padded pantybrief and the pantyhose. I did my makeup, onlyslightly more dramatic than usual, and walked to the closet to get theonly dress I had brought along. It was a sleeveless sheath dress, palegreen with a square cut neckline, and was one of my. So what can I say?I’m a little proud of myself. Last night at the dinner, I intentionally set with my back to the rest of the diners when I could have set with my back to a wall. I stood there for several moments and made a conscious choice to trust. I didn’t know about half the people there. To most of you that is no big thing. I get that. To someone who has spent their life paranoid with decent reasons for their paranoia it’s a little bit of something. Will I make a habit of it? I don’t know.. She was going to the city to do some business and connect with a girlfriend of hers for an over night visit. I picked a lounge for us to meet at. I told her what I'd be wearing. She told me she'd wear a low cut top so I could see her tattoo of a little devil above her left breast. She also told me how horny she was and how much she wanted to see me.We had never seen one another, but we both were driven crazy with a desire to fuck the other. I had no idea what she looked like, and told myself. I was in Flora's bed.I don't sleep with Flora very often, but I am always thrilled when she invites me to join her. We do all sorts of lovely sex things but what I like is that it's not primarily about orgasms. She just 'enjoys' me. It's hard to find the right words because they all sound so pornified. I don't feel I am her 'plaything' or 'fuck-toy'; it's much more mutual than that. It's mostly kissing and cuddling and gentle touches. Flora loves it when I suckle her breasts while she strokes.