My girlfriend, Terri, and I were supposed to be meeting another couple at a restaurant for dinner. She had told our friends we could meet them at six and reservations for four were made at a trendy upscale French bistro. I knew my casual everyday attire wouldn’t do for the occasion. This left me with little time to meet Terri at our house and change before we could leave for dinner. Normally, this would have been fine, except I had gotten out of work late, traffic was a mess, and the bistro was on the other side of town. What made things worse was the fact that I was a jeans and t-shirt kind of gal who had no clue what to wear to this sort of an establishment.

I arrived at home in just enough time to change clothes. I raced inside and headed for my closet. I barely even noticed Terri as I went past her in my rush. My closet seemed barren of suitable outfits as I hurriedly riffled through the garments, pulling out half of my clothes and sighing loudly as I discarded my rejects onto the floor.

“Where’s the fire?”

Terri was standing in the doorway of our walk-in closet, grinning at my obvious distress over selecting an outfit for the restaurant.

“You know, well and good, if we are late we’ll hear about it,” I said.

The other couple we were meeting for supper, Debbie and Yvonne, could be pretty rigid when it came to punctuality. Debbie wasn’t the type to say anything, but Yvonne would most likely make a comment about how hard it was to get reservations and make us feel guilty about being late. She really taxed my nerves, but Debbie and Terri had been friends for years so that left me in the position of putting up with Yvonne’s snide comments. I knew Terri agreed with me, but Yvonne didn’t bug her as much as she did me.

“Oh come on now, Yvonne isn’t that bad.”

“The last time we had dinner with them, she made some rude comment about being afraid she’d starve if she had to wait on us any longer.”

“Well, we were late.”

“Three minutes isn’t late, Terri. I don’t hate Yvonne, she just gets on my nerves.”

“Maybe I can do something to help you relax.”

Terri moved towards me, cornering me in the back of the closet. I smiled as her lips met mine. Her kiss immediately took my mind off being behind schedule. I ran my hands up the length of her skirt, enjoying the smooth texture of the satin. Her fingers tugged roughly at my chinos, loosening the buttons before letting the pants fall to the floor. I slipped out of my shoes and kicked the khakis across the floor. Terri removed my shirt and pulled me to her by the straps of my bra.

“You know, we really will be late if we keep this up,” I said.

“Who gives a shit?”

Terri pressed her mouth hard against mine, parting my lips with her tongue. She rubbed my breasts through the fabric of my bra before pulling it down to expose them to the wicked movements of her tongue. I could feel the moistness damping my panties. I reached for her hand and placed it between my legs. She began to massage my clit while she sucked my nipples.

I slumped back on the wall of the closet. Her fingers found their way inside of my waiting pussy. They delved deep inside of me, sliding along my secret places. Her movements sent shocks of pleasure throughout me. I spread my legs wider as her mouth trailed down my chest to my cunt. She looked up at me with a sensual and dreamy expression that told me without words she was enjoying her work.

I cried out loud as her tongue flicked at my clit, causing my juices to drip down my thigh. It plunged inside me, filling my opening with a soft moistness. I grabbed the closet rod to balance myself as she brought her other hand around my back and began to lightly finger my ass.

My knees went weak from the pleasure and I began to pinch my nipples. Without warning she brought her free hand down to my pussy and began to use it in cadence with her tongue. I could feel the nectar dripping from my cunt into Terri’s hungry mouth. She greedily lapped it up and continued to milk me for more.

Her hands working both of my openings while her lips toyed with my clit sent me over the edge. My body shook and I held onto Terri to keep my balance while the orgasm coursed through me. She continued to work my body until I was spent, indulging herself in the cum that flowed from me. When I was done, she stood up and gave me a long heated kiss. I could still taste the sticky liquid on her lips as her mouth met mine.

“Mmmm, that was nice,” I said.

“Yeah, it was. Still stressed about running late.”

“Nah, but I guess I owe you one.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll see that you pay up when we get home.”

Terri laughed as she put her arms around me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek before helping me find something to wear. We were late for our dinner, but thanks to Terri I wasn’t as stressed about it and I had something to look forward to when we got home.