E is for Erica

He'd changed, yes, but not into the sort of male clothing I'd expected. 'Erica' was wearing a short black dress. A very simple but very short black dress. This wasn't an lbd, it was a tbd - tiny black dress. Almost indecently short, just an inch or two below the crotch, tight, god it was tight, and exotic, certainly. Oh how I'd dreamed over the years about having the chance to go out with a girl dressed like that. Any man would have been thrilled, the whole ensemble was designed to arouse. The makeup - Erica had re-done it in some way, I didn't really see how but it was definitely different, gorgeous long coal-black lashes, glossy-red lips, I was smitten.

And the dress. Streuth, it looked sensational and so did she. That's right. SHE. Very few girls could wear a dress like that and make it look so good. Her hair was different too, obviously she'd changed wigs. Her hair was now the same length really but no longer 'big', it just hung down beside her exquisitely made-up face. As she sat and picked up her gin-and-tonic she took a small sip.

"I'm glad you stayed, Ben. I thought you might leave. Most men are rather shy about being seen in public with a woman like me."

"Oh, no Erica. It's just that - when you said you were going to get changed, I thought you meant..."

I left it like that. Just couldn't finish the sentence. I really was in awe of the total sex-pot I was sitting with. Whatever gender, I was still amazed that anyone could so totally personify the word 'sex'.

"Oh, I see. Well, even if I'm not in a shirt and a suit, do you approve?"

She leaned back to show off her figure, and crossed her legs to flash her thighs once more, this time right in front of me.

"Erica, I mean it, you look totally gorgeous. Really ..."

And this sentence I wasn't allowed to finish. Erica leaned over and kissed me! On the cheek, admittedly, but there it was. And she shuffled closer, looking coquettishly though those gorgeous long eyelashes.