Birthday Celebration

"That was a long minute," Amanda said, as I returned to the table. "What you been up to?"

"Nothing," I answered quickly, looking around for Amy. "Where's Amy got to?"

"She went to the bar for something, just after you left," Amanda replied.

"What for?" I asked, eyeing her bottle. She'd only taken a few sips from it, so she hadn't gone to get another drink. I looked over towards the bar, which was so busy I couldn't see anyone at the front of the queue, and then glanced over at the entrance to the ladies. It was only a few feet from the bar, it would have taken Amy only a moment to sneak from there over to the toilets if Amanda hadn't been looking. As I continued to scan that part of the first floor balcony, I caught sight of the young girl in the black, transparent outfit who had been watching me outside. As I watched, she lifted a bottle to her lips and took a mouthful, and I saw that she was wearing what looked like a black handkerchief tied round her wrist. Looking at her other wrist, I saw that it was bare. With a gasp, I opened my bag and looked at the handkerchief that was in there. I couldn't be sure because of the distance between us, but it looked almost exactly the same as the one the girl in black had tied round her wrist.

Who had been my mystery lover for the past half hour, giving me the most intense orgasms I had ever had? Was it a woman, as I suspected, and if so who had it been? One of my closest friends, who had left the table just after me and hadn't yet returned, or the incredibly young looking girl in the see-through outfit who had apparently lost a black velvet handkerchief identical to the one now in my handbag? The incident was almost four years ago, and I still have no idea.