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A Day With Darlnela
by Amber

It had been a few months since Darlene and I had gone out together. We always enjoyed shopping, or going to the beach, having
lunch. You know, girl things. She left a message on my machine wondering what I was doing Friday and if I was in the mood to
go shopping. Well, I quickly returned her call and set our plans for a day of paling around the mall. She wanted to get "something special, something sexy." How could I resist. Darlene is a few years younger than me. She stands about five foot six inches tall,
with shoulder length, wavy blonde hair. Her real 36C breasts are capped by pert nipples that almost always seem to be hard,
there is not a single tan line on this woman and she's a natural blonde. She really keeps herself in shape. Friday arrived and I was
rather excited. I hadn't seen Darlene in a while and she'd been a star in more than a few finger sessions of mine from time to time,
though we'd never actually had sex. As with all of my friends, she knew very well of my sexual preferences. I'm very happily bi-sexual, leaning more to the lesbian side. Darlene showed up at my house just before 9:00. I wasn't quite ready when she arrived,
I still hadn't figured out what to wear on this shopping spree. This is very important, you know. Clothes to shop in are almost as
important as the clothes one is shopping for. The doorbell rang. I answered the door nude. At some people's houses that might seem
a bit odd. Not at mine. The pizza boy really likes it. Darlene is wearing a long skirt and a halter top. "Just throw something on," she smiled. "You're not going to be wearing it long, anyway." She followed me into my bedroom and sat on the edge of my
bed. I picked out clothes to get in and out of easily, a skirt and a t-shirt, and was looking for a pair of panties. "Don't worry about
those, I'm not wearing any." She stood up and raised her skirt so that I could see her beautiful blonde patch. "No bra, either,
Sweetie," she said, dropping her skirt and unbuttoning her top. I wasn't sure, but I thought she was trying to seduce me. Her
tanned breasts popped out as if anxious to be free. It took a lot of will power to keep from walking over to her and helping her all the
way out of her clothes and say to hell with shopping. I put my clothes on, brushed my hair and we were ready to go. We took
her car, a sporty little convertible. It was a wonderful day, so we had the top down. "I shouldn't have worn this skirt," she said,
pullingit up to almost around her waist, revealing her tanned thighs all the way up to her pubes. "I can't work the clutch in it."
Right then, I knew something was going on in that deviant little mind of her's. I'd seen her drive this car in evening wear and
heels. She was trying to show herself off. That's fine by me, I'll play along.