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Part 4: Dinner for Two
The days before her dinner date seemed to drag by with agonizing slowness. To Kristen it seemed as though time had slowed to a crawl. She deliberately refrained from wearing any of her rubber items, so as to increase her excitement level on the big day. She started to fantasize about this man - who could he be, how did he know so much about her, what did he look like? Finally, Saturday arrived. She had a made an appointment at the beauty salon for a styling and a manicure. She took a brief shower, figuring that she'd have a long bath later in the day.
The beauty salon was in a local strip mall, about 5 minutes from her condo. The weather, for a change, was dry and bright - a welcome break from the dreary drizzle that the Puget Sound was famous for. As she drove to the salon, Kristen thought about her upcoming date. La Pigalle was downtown - about a thirty minute drive, provided the bridges were clear. She was little worried about the valet parking - her tired old Subaru would look a little out of its element at such a fancy restaurant. Oh what the fuck, she thought, I'll smile nicely at the valet and he wont care.
The salon was busy and she had to wait for her appointment. Her stylist was in a chatty mood, but Kristen was too wrapped up in her thoughts to really pay much attention. She had her hair washed, cut and styled and was very pleased with the results. Her jet black hair was trimmed into a slightly retro looking bob and shone with a luster that she hadn't seen in weeks. She moved from the haircutting area to the manicurists chair and had her nails done with a color that she figured was nearly a perfect match with her dress
It took nearly an hour and a half to finish her appointment and as Kristen headed home, she tried to figure out what to that afternoon. It was such a nice day that she decided that, after lunch, she'd head for the park and take a walk. The fall colors would be at their peak she reckoned and the exercise would do her good. Her job didn't give her much chance for regular exercise and any time she could get some fresh air was welcome. There was a deli near the park and she stopped in for a bowl of soup and a sandwich. The park was crowded with folks taking advantage of the rare sunshine - walking their dogs, playing frisbee, couples strolling together holding hands. As she walked, Kristen thought back to the days when she and her Steve had done the same thing - it had seemed so good then.
She arrived back at her condo around 3:30, feeling refreshed and invigorated by the brisk walk. She had planned on leaving for dinner at 7:15 which meant that she would start her preparations around five. She read the newspaper and skimmed a few magazines for a while, then went to the bedroom to lay out her clothes. She hung the dress up on the back of the door, the panties, corset and stockings she placed on the bed. She found the red shoes he had asked her to wear and saw that they indeed were a very good match for the dress.. She was still mystified by how he knew so much about her - had he been spying on her? Anyway all would be revealed tonight.
She went to the bathroom and started her bath, adding some scented bath oils to the tub. Soon the bath was full and she undressed, throwing her clothes into the laundry hamper. Kristen stepped into the tub and settled down into the hot, fragrant water. The heat was very relaxing and soon she was dozing lightly, daydreaming about the upcoming night. As she thought about what she would be wearing in a short while, her excitement grew and she started getting aroused all over again. Stop it, she said to herself, wait 'til tonight. You'll have plenty of time to get all worked up.
As the bath started to cool she stood up and grabbed the big fluffy bath towel off the rail and wrapped herself in it. Her skin felt soft and smooth as she toweled herself dry. Once again she applied a generous layer of lightly scented anti-perspirant to her body. She brushed her teeth for a couple of minutes, then gargled with mouthwash, enjoying the minty aftertaste in her mouth. She stepped out of the bathroom into the bedroom and picked up the rubber panties. Once well lubricated, she slipped the phallus and butt-plug into place and pulled the panties tight over her buttocks. Then came the corset, the lower portion smoothed over her stomach and neatly tucked under the top of the panties. As usual, the stimulation of the bra and panties started to arouse her and she felt her nipples harden.
Next came the rubber stockings, well powdered, and they slid up her legs with ease. The sculpted upper section fit comfortably over her panties and she straightened the rear seams. With her undergarments on and nicely fitted with no wrinkles, she took the dress off its hanger. Just like the first time she tried it on, she was able to get into it without any problems and within a few minutes it was zipped up. She smoothed out the wrinkles, straightened the sleeves and made some minor adjustments to the bust line. Kristen went over to the dresser, trying to decide what jewelry to wear with her outfit. She tried on several necklaces before deciding on a faux pearl choker with 4 strands of medium size pearls. Finally she slipped her feet into the red leather high-heeled pumps, to see how they looked; she was going to drive to the restaurant in sneakers, then change into her dress shoes when she got there.
Kristen went back to the bathroom and pulled the latex polish out from under the sink. Using a damp cloth and a little polish she buffed up her dress to a deep shine and cleaned up the remnants of powder on her stockings. She massaged her breasts with the cool cloth and her nipples responded. The final step was to apply some make-up - eye shadow ,mascara and lip-stick, a deep lustrous red that complimented her dress and shoes. A quick check in the mirror to see the results of her work - she smiled at the reflection in the glass. She was pleased with what she saw; I think he'll be happy with the way I look, she thought. She checked her watch - it was a little before 7 PM. Right on time.
She strode back into the living room, picking up her shoes from the bedroom as she passed. Her long leather coat was hanging from the hat rack in the hallway. It felt cool against her rubber dress as she put it on. With the coat buttoned up, it was nearly impossible to tell what she was wearing underneath it. Closer inspection of her legs might reveal that her stockings were not the usual nylon, but from a distance and in the dark no one would be the wiser.
She stepped out of her condo, pulled the door shut and headed for the elevators. The hall was quiet and deserted while she waited for the lift to arrive. She rode the elevator down to the parking garage and walked to her car, once again wishing that she could afford a nicer vehicle. Well at least it's paid for, she thought, and reasonably reliable. She had bought it mainly for the all-wheel drive feature, which came in handy on the few snowy days and if she wanted to go into the mountains. She backed out of her stall, turned on the headlights and headed for the exit. The evening was still dry and clear, the sky full of stars under a bright moon - all in all a very pleasant evening to be going downtown. She drove the well lit back streets to the ramp that let to the bridge. The floating bridge, one of two that connected the city to its eastern suburbs was busy but moving at freeway speeds and she had no trouble in merging into traffic.
On Friday, Kristen had downloaded a map of the restaurant's location from the Web. She had studied it before leaving and was confident that she would have no trouble finding it. The traffic slowed as the highway merged with the freeway that ran north-south through the city, and she started to move across to the right lane to exit. The city looked beautiful under the clear night sky, the Space Needle glowing like a beacon. As she made her way off the freeway and on to the city streets, she saw that the city was still fairly quiet for a Saturday evening.
She arrived at La Pigalle at ten minutes to eight and as she had guessed, the restaurant had valets outside the entrance waiting to park her car. She pulled up to the curb and lowered the passenger window. As the valet approached the car, she lent over and told him to hold on for a minute while she changed shoes. He nodded and went around to the drivers side, ready to open the door for her when she was done. She slipped off the sneakers, threw them on to the floor on the passenger side and picked her dress shoes off the seat next to her.
The valet opened the door for her and as she got out of her she gave him a big smile, which had the desired effect. The young man blushed a little as he handed her the claim ticket.
As she walked under the long blue canopy into the restaurant, Kristen started getting a little nervous. I don't even know this guys name. What if people can see what I'm wearing? Oh well, too late now. she thought. The restaurant was crowded and a number of people were waiting for their tables, mostly dressed fairly formally, which was unusual for the normally casual Seattlites. Men in suits and tuxedos, women in formal gowns and evening wear. As she approached the maitre d'hotel's station, she felt even more uncomfortable about her clothing. The maitre'd smiled at her as she neared his desk
"Ah bonjour, Madamoiselle Spencer, and welcome to La Pigalle. Your dinner guest is waiting for you at his table. May I take your coat?"
Kristen was a little surprised that he knew her name, but her date must have described her in some detail. "No, I think I'll keep it with me", she replied, praying to herself that the table would be in a secluded part of the room
He led her through the bustling restaurant to the rear of the room; all the way Kristen was sure all eyes were on her. She was enormously relieved to see that they had a darkened booth - the other diners would be able to see a very pretty woman dressed in a striking red dress, but should be unable to tell she was dressed from head to foot in rubber. Finally she would get to meet her blind date.
The man sitting in the shadows got up out of his seat and extended his hand in greeting.
"Hi, I'm Richard", he said giving her hand a firm and confident shake." Thanks so much for coming"
"Hello Richard, I'm Kristen", realizing as she said it that of course he already knew her name. "Thanks for inviting me"
In the few seconds of their greeting, Kristen was able to make a quick assessment of her date. He was a little over six feet tall, slim - maybe 185 to 190 pounds - wavy light brown hair, somewhere in his mid-thirties. He had a rugged outdoorsy look to him, fairly athletic, she guessed, not particularly handsome, but certainly not unattractive. He smiled broadly at her.
" I see your wearing the coat and shoes I recommended. Would you like to take that coat off - you must be getting a little warm by now?"
She replied a little hesitantly "I'm not sure I'm ready. I feel very self conscious in this dress. Could you give me a couple of minutes.?
"Of course, I understand. But really there's nothing to worry about. Nobody will be able to tell what your wearing in this light, as if they really would care anyway. Take your time"
As he spoke, she thought she detected a slight accent - British maybe. She felt a little awkward standing there next to their table. The other guests around them were deep in conversation or busy eating, not noticing them at all. "OK then , here goes nothing", she said nervously
She unbuttoned her coat and he stepped behind her to help her with it. As the coat slid off her shoulders, she suddenly felt much cooler. She felt his gaze upon her and his smile widened.
"You look absolutely stunning, Kristen, as I knew you would. Please take a seat"
"Thanks, Richard", she replied as she slid into the leather seated booth, "I guess I have a lot to thank you for"
He took his seat across the table from her and there was a few seconds of awkward silence. "Can I order you a cocktail?", he said finally
"Sure, that would be nice. A gin and tonic on the rocks please"
He motioned to the waiter and ordered two gin and tonics over ice. "I'm sure you must have a thousand questions to ask me", he said as the waiter left with their order
"You bet I do. I want to know who you are, how you know so much about me and why you're sending me all that rubber stuff, which I love by the way"
"Okay, a brief personal history. My name is Richard Palmer. I was originally born in London, but my parents emigrated to the States when I was five, so I've spent nearly all my life here - first in L.A., then in Seattle. I'm in software - well actually I have my own software company, we make educational games for kids."
"So did you work for Microsoft at some time - were you one of the Borg?"
He smiled at her reference. "Yes, I was one of Bill's minions for a while. Then I cashed in my stock options and started my own company"
So, I was right about the money, she thought, He's probably worth several million.. I may just grow to like this guy. Their drinks arrived and they clinked glasses. She took a long sip of her cocktail and settled back against her seat.
"OK, you're an ex-Brit with a lot of spare cash. But how do you know so much about me - and why all the rubber gear", she asked
"Good questions and they deserve good answers. First off, let me assure you I'm not some weirdo creep who's been spying on you. I actually don't know all that much about you. I do know that your name is Kristen Spencer, that you work at the library and that you've been divorced about two years now. I got your address from the phone book"
"But I've never met you before - how do you know where I work", she asked
"Well actually, we have met several times - at the library in fact. I bought a new house in the area recently and I came in to get a library card. Since then I've been in many times - not that you helped me every time"
As she studied him, she realized that indeed he did seem a little familiar. But in her job she saw hundreds of people every day and it was hard to remember all those faces. The head waiter came over to their table and asked if they were ready to order. Neither had even picked up the menu yet, so Richard asked for ten minutes grace.
"So what made you think I'd even be even remotely interested in wearing rubber clothing, let alone something as wicked as those panties you sent me?"
Richard blushed. "Well it's kind of a long story. You see when I first saw you I was struck by the remarkable resemblance you had to my wife - my ex-wife I should say"
"Are you divorced?", she interrupted
"No, my wife died in a car accident about three years ago", he said wistfully ,"Some drunken bastard - excuse me - ran a red light and smashed into her. At least it was quick. He didn't even get a scratch"
She stretched out her hand to hold his across the table. "I'm so sorry Richard. You must have been devastated"
"Thank you. Yes, I was. I was a wreck for a year. I just threw myself into my business
- you know working 12, 14 hours a day, like my early days at Microsoft. It helped a little and of course my company flourished. Eventually I was able to cut back to an easier pace and relax a little. I still miss her.
"Richard, do you have a picture of your wife - I'd like to see it if you don't mind", Kristen asked, feeling a little forward asking for such a personal thing. But she wanted to make sure he wasn't feeding her a line just to get in her pants.
"Sure. Let me find it", he replied, fishing for his wallet in the inside pocket of his jacket. "Here, this is one taken at our five year wedding anniversary, shortly before she died"
He handed her a photograph protected by a clear plastic sleeve. It showed Richard and his wife clinking champagne glasses at a restaurant, smiling broadly at the camera. The woman did look very much like her - hair a little lighter maybe - but a very close resemblance indeed.
"What was your wife's name - she was very pretty", Kristen said after studying the picture for a few seconds
"Sharon. And yes she was - and so are you. Have I told you just how stunning you look in that dress?"
Kristen smiled at the compliment. "Talking of the dress, you haven't explained the rubber gifts"
They were interrupted by the waiter again and they finally got down to studying the menu. Kristen gasped at the prices on the menu, but she figured a multi-millionaire would have no problem picking up the tab. She eventually settled on steak Diane with a tossed green salad to start. Richard went with rack of lamb with steamed mussels as an appetizer. He ordered a bottle of vintage claret. After they had given their orders to the waiter, they settled back in their seats and looked at each other for several seconds. I'm really starting to like this guy, she thought. I hope he likes me. Which really was a stupid question - he had invited her out, hadn't he?
Richard broke the silence. "All right let me try to explain the rubber thing. My wife developed a strong attraction for latex early in our marriage. Later as our income increased she was able to build up quite a collection. She just loved wearing the stuff and of course - as any red-bloodied male would - I loved seeing her in it. I started to enjoy wearing it myself and soon we were spending a lot of our free time all dressed up in it - a happy rubber couple you might say. After her death I couldn't bear to wear it any more - it seemed so empty without her there to share it with me.
He paused for a sip of his drink. "Then I saw you at the library about six months ago and was blown away by how much you looked like Sharon. Then I started picturing you wearing some of her outfits. So I took a gamble and sent you those panties. I knew it was long shot, but the worst that would happen is that you throw them in the trash in disgust. You would never know who sent them, so I was safe. Of course I always hoped you try them on and enjoy them. I know my wife loved them"
Kristen smiled, "Well, at first they did go in the trash - I was disgusted by them. But then curiosity got the better of me and I fished them out of the garbage and tried them on. I had never really had anything up my butt before and that took some getting used to. But as you know, I ended up liking them, then loving them and I wore them nearly every day to work. It made me feel so naughty, wearing those panties under my everyday clothes and nobody could tell.
"But I could tell", Richard laughed quietly, "There was a change about you - you looked a little happier or something - it was a look I saw a lot on my wife when she wore them. So after a few weeks I thought I'd try again and sent you the corset. You seemed to adopt that with no problems"
"Hey, by then I was hooked. I started doing some research on the computer to see where I could buy some more. But latex is so damn expensive and with my pitiful librarian's salary, I just couldn't afford anything nice. Then this dress arrived along with your invitation and I couldn't resist. Your so generous, Richard, thank you"
"Just seeing you in that dress is all the thanks I need. I can afford it. I may not be in Bill's league, but I'm still a wealthy man and I can spend my money on things that give me pleasure. And believe me, seeing you happy is very pleasurable to me."
"I still don't understand ". Kristen replied. "Yes, I do remind you of your wife I admit , you have a lot of money and apparently your a very generous man. But why all this special attention on me? There must be any number of lovely women who would go out with you?"
They were interrupted by the arrival of their starters. Richard's bowl of mussels smelled wonderful and Kristen was impressed by the variety of greens in her salad. Her first bite of her salad confirmed what her eyes had told her - the dressing was sublime. Richard was also obviously enjoying his steamed shellfish. Both sat and ate in silence for a few minutes, relishing their respective meals.
Richard eventually put down his fork and swallowed a mouthful of mussels. "Yes, I suppose I could have dated any one of many women, but there was something about you - not just the similarity to my wife - that attracted me. You were so pretty, yet sad and somewhat lonely, sort of just going through the motions at the library. Besides my dating skills had lapsed over the years and I'm basically a fairly shy person - the British reserve and all that. So I decided to see if I could help cheer you up a bit and maybe get a date at the same time. I hope you don't mind?"
Kristen considered what he had said for a few seconds as she wiped her mouth with her napkin. "It's true - I have been in a sort of funk since my marriage broke up. I was very down on myself, thinking I was at fault for the divorce. But I didn't realize it was that obvious to other people. I actually thought I was covering up pretty well. I enjoy my job at the library and I like meeting people; but you're right, I could use a little excitement in my life now and then. Hey, and you've certainly done that for me, with bells on!"
Richard smiled warmly, "We only serve to please. Seriously though, I don't want you to think that just because I've bought you these expensive gifts that you are in any way indebted to me for anything. If after tonight, you decide you never want to see me again, then fine. I admit I'll be sorely disappointed, but I'll live with your decision. I may have to change libraries again, but that's a minor inconvenience. So after tonight is over, the next step is yours"
Kristen smiled in return, "I don't think you need to worry on that score. I'd love for us to go out again - but maybe something less formal, like a movie and a burger afterwards. Wearing all this rubber is fun, but a girl needs to relax once in a while. I'm even scared to go the ladies room here. What if someone in the john sees me in this dress?'
"Look if you need to take a leak, I know the Maitre'd pretty well. There's an executive bathroom that you can use which is totally private and no one will see you in that dress. Just say the word and I'll call him over."
"Oh, I'm okay for now, but an hour from now with a few glasses of wine in me could be a different story. I make well take you up on that offer. You must dine here a lot to be so well in with the management."
"Actually I do eat here pretty regularly and they usually try and keep this booth for me. One of the advantages of money I suppose"
The waiter reappeared to clear away their plates and several minutes later another waiter arrived with their main courses. The steak Diane was prepared on a little cart next to the table and Kristen admired the skill of the waiter as he prepared the flaming sauce. The wine steward came over with the vintage claret and showed the bottle to Richard, who peered at the label, nodded his approval and waited for the waiter to uncork it. He poured a small taster into the wine glass and Richard swilled it, sniffed and drank down the maroon liquid. He smiled in pleasure, nodded to the wine captain who poured two glasses.
"Cheers". said Richard, raising his glass, "To a long and rewarding relationship"
"Cheers", Kristen echoed and she took a large mouthful of wine, relishing it's smooth mellow taste. Richard knew his wines, evidently.
They talked animatedly throughout their meal over a wide range of subjects, including the local sports teams (they discovered they were both basketball fans). movies, politics and of course, the weather. Eventually the conversation came around to work.
"Tell me more about your software firm, Richard, maybe I've heard of them. We do carry some kid's software in the library"
"Well we make educational software for children, from about 3 to 16 years old. We have a number of learning games with characters like 'Tommy the Turtle', .........
"What's the company called?", Kristen asked
"Xetal Inc" Spelled X E T A L. It was a name my wife and I came up with - a sort of inside joke between us"
It took Kristen a couple of seconds to figure out what he meant. "Oh clever", she said eventually. "I get it - latex spelt backwards"
Richard grinned " Yeah, I know it's corny but you have to call your company something. We have a good bunch of people - very loyal and talented. It helps that I pay them well. We're a private company, so there are no stock options., but I compensate them in other ways. We had gross sales of nearly 20 million dollars last year. We're small enough not to attract the attention of the big guys, especially Microsoft, who could kill us if we got too successful".
Kristen nodded in agreement, "I know what you mean. Microsoft will absorb anything that threatens them - just like the Borg".
Their conversation continued through dessert (creme brule for Kristen and Baked Alaska for Richard which they ended up sharing anyway) and coffee. Kristen stole a quick look at her watch - she was surprised to see it was already after eleven. Finally the head waiter arrived with the check. Richard laid his credit card down on top of the leather pouch without even looking at the bill. Kristen did some quick math in her head. That meal must have cost over two hundred dollars, she figured, but it's like pocket change to him. The waiter left with the card an returned quickly with the credit card slip for Richard to sign. He signed the receipt and Kristen noticed he added a generous tip. No wonder they like him here, she thought.
As Kristen slid out of the booth (her dress sticking a little to the leather seat), Richard got out before her and collected her coat. He stepped behind her and helped her get the coat on. He donned his own coat and together they walked to the restaurant entrance. Richard exchanged a few words with the maitre d'hotel, who smiled and wished them a good evening. As they exited the lobby, Richard held Kristen's hand an squeezed it lightly. He took Kristen's valet ticket and handed it along with his and a ten dollar bill to the valet.
"Are you going to be alright driving home, Kristen?", he asked. "I can call you a cab and have your car driven over tomorrow morning if you like"
"No' I'll be fine. I started drinking coffee about an hour ago and my head is clear. Plus it's a nice dry night for driving for a change"
Richard was quiet for a couple of seconds. " Look Kristen, I had a great time tonight - probably the best night I've had since my wife died. I'd really like to see you again. I have some business meetings out of town next week, but I'll be back by the weekend. Maybe we could go see a movie together?"
Kristen agreed almost immediately. "Yes, it was a lot of fun for me to. Why don't you give me a call when you get back to town to finalize times etc. But Saturday night is good for
me too. Actually any night is good for me - I don't have much of a social life anyway."
"OK, Saturday it is. I'll call you on Friday evening"
The two cars arrived, a study in contrasts. Kristen's rather beat-up Subaru and Richard's brand-new looking Lexus SUV. Richard escorted her around to the driver's door of her and opened it for her.. As they stood by the open door, Richard leant over and kissed her on the lips - more than a quick peck, but not a full blown deep kiss either. Kristen responded by kissing him back with a little more passion.
"Thank you for a great evening, Richard", she said breathlessly as she broke their embrace, " and thank you again for all the wonderful gifts"
"My pleasure, Kristen, and enjoy them while I'm away", he replied as he helped her into the car. She slid into the seat and reached over for her sneakers, taking of her dress shoes before she shut the door. As she drove away from the restaurant , she gave him a big smile and a wave. He waved back as he slid into the seat of his car. She saw him pull away from the curb in her rearview mirror. What a night, she thought, maybe we're on to to something special here.
She drove home without incident, the floating bridges being fairly quiet at that time of night. It took her only twenty minutes to reach her parking garage. As she stepped into her condo, she reflected on the evenings events and smiled to her self. How was she going to wait until next Saturday before seeing him again?
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