Summer Fun

(Part 2 from 3)

I returned back to the kitchen to straighten up and I couldn't help notice
how excited I had become. The thought of going to the theater seemed like
fun and the events of today were different from my usual routine. Not
surprising, I liked her. Not so much as a mother daughter type attraction
but rather as equals in the friendship. I even visualized her standing on my
pedestal in the sewing room changing and unchanging as I altered her dress.
As short as our visit was, I thought if there was a time to open up a
little, it should be now and it could be with Julie. This possible new
friendship was uplifting to me and for days I had noticed a little more
bounce in my step! Over the next few days I thought about Julie and secretly
hoped that she would call. Finally, after two weeks, I couldn't resist. I
called her. She sounded genuinely pleased to hear from me and apologized for
not calling me sooner. I invited her over for diner the next Saturday night
if she was free to sample my famous roast beef. Julie gladly accepted and
asked if I could take a look at the dress she was working on. Things weren't
going well with her sewing. "Of course you can" I replied and we said our
good byes. I could only imagine what a botched up job she did to that dress
I thought to myself. I hoped I could help. That night, I lay in bed
imagining Julie trying on the dress and me at her side hemming and pinning
to fit. The thought intrigued me.

Saturday night came and I wanted everything to be just right. I fussed with
having a little flower arrangement on the table and the candles in just the
right places, the table was set just perfect for two and I had a couple of
bottles of merlot waiting. I wasn't sure she even drank. I felt as nervous
as teenager on a first date. It was silly of course to feel that way but for
some strange reason it felt almost like a date! I looked around and thought
that maybe I had over done it. Maybe I should stop with my silly notions.
Maybe I should turn up the lights, blow out the candles and stop acting like
a silly idiot. I hardly know this young lady and besides she's hoping to
just get help with her dress and have a nice diner and visit! To late! The
doorbell rang and I greeted Julie at the door. I was surprised when Julie
handed me a dozen carnations and told that she appreciated being invited for
diner. She wasn't sure if she should bring anything and thought she couldn't
go wrong with flowers. I accepted them, gave her a brief hug and told that
the flowers are lovely. I smelled the carnations as we made our way to the
kitchen. "You look so domestic with your apron on Rose" I bet you're a great
cook" she said. "If you can get through to desert, I think you'll live" I
said jokingly. There was some time before I needed to slice the roast, I
removed my apron and asked Julie if she'd like a glass of wine or something
else, a coke, or juice maybe? "Oh yes thanks" she said, "I love wine,
especially red but it doesn't always agree with me. I usually have to watch
how much I drink or I get giddy and act silly" "Well then we'll make sure
you drink a lot" I said laughing. "So what's been going on then?" I
inquired. Julie told about her new job at the hospital and was hoping earn a
little money, and meet some friends. I told her about the yoga classes I
started going to and we talked about her sewing escapades. Diner went well.
We kept talking endlessly about so many topics that by desert, we looked at
each other and both bursts out laughing. "Can you believe we haven't run out
of conversation all night," Julie said. "Can you believe it?" After stacking
the dishes in the dishwasher, we poured each other another glass of wine and
sat on the sofa. I turned on a little Kenny G and thought, how nice and
relaxing this has been. Julie spoke first, "I've been meaning to tell you
how nice you look in that outfit Rose." "Thank you " I replied, "It's really
comfortable and it hides a multitude of old age flaws" "Nonsense Rose, you'
re a classy looking lady!" She said. "How old are you anyway? She asked.
"Under fifty" I lied. She laughed. "How about you? "I'm almost half that, I'
m twenty three!" She said. "My mother turns fifty this year," she said and
we both laughed. "I have to wear this loose fitting stuff nowadays. I'd love
to wear what you have on but it would look ridiculous on me. Your clothes
fit you so perfect. Tonight Julie was wearing a light blue V-neck knit
sweater tucked into a short blue and white plaid skirt and matching light
blue leotards with penny loafer shoes and of course her trademark black
rimmed glasses. "You look very preppy tonight Julie, it's a nice outfit!" I
commented and Julie sat up tugging her skirt down and getting more
comfortable on the sofa. I couldn't help notice how tight her sweater fit
her. It certainly showed off her breasts and figure. Secretly I envied to
have a body like that again. I guess I was staring because the next thing I
know, Julie was waving her hands in front of my face and saying "hey you!"
How embarrassing! God was I that obvious? "Would you like another wine?" I
asked, recovering quickly. "Sure why not" We finished our glass and I said
"hey how about if we take a look at that dress of yours, there may be hope
for it yet!" Julie got up and went to the kitchen to get the dress and as
she got up, "Opps, I think that wine is telling me something" she said.
"That's it, you're cut off kiddo!" I kidded. Julie pulled the dress out of
the bag and I almost broke out laughing. She was right she couldn't sew! I
thought to myself. I took a look at it, examined her stitching, and held it
up to her. "It's just a practice one you know," she said. "Ya I know, but I
need to show you a few things here" I explained.
"Come to my sewing room" I said as I led her down the hall. In there I had
all that a seamstress would want. I even had the dress mannequin. I showed
Julie some of the stitching mistakes and how to fix them. I suggested she
try it on so I could take another look. I motioned her towards the bathroom
but Julie just started removing her top and skirt right there and then. I
was a little surprised but thought to myself that the wine must be shedding
some shyness because she seemed unnerved. I held her arm and steadied her as
she lifted her legs out of the skirt and there she was, standing in front of
me with only her bra, those colored skintight leotards, and penny loafer
shoes. I know I was staring again. I can't remember when I was so close to a
half naked woman. She looked so beautiful, so perfect. Her breasts were high
and firm. Her tummy was perfectly flat and I could see from the reflection
in the mirror that her ass cheeks were well rounded and firm. I was feeling
that familiar tingling in my pussy and hoped that I wasn't wet or obvious.
Julie slipped the gown on and I tried to zip her up but she had sewn the
zipper crooked. She stood in front of the full-length mirror and I made some
markings. "Actually you did pretty good for a first attempt," I said. "Yea I
think so to, thanks for the help" she replied. "No problem, I can show you
how to fix this in no time Julie but not tonight, I never drink and sew at
the same time" I said jokingly. We both giggled at the stupid comment and
she got dressed.

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