Ladies who Lunch - At the Gloryhole

Ladies who Lunch - At the Gloryhole
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's Note: Hi, just a quick little story to make us all wet and squishy. Three mature crosssdressers have a little more excitement than they are used to after lunch. I hope YOU like it...

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The Boynton Tavern


So we did lunch, it was a thing we did. I had to admit it was one of the things I did that I liked the best.

"Hi ladies, what will it be today? Sabrina?"

"Ceasar salad please." That was my go-to, I was easy, I needed something light. I was wearing the tightest corset, I couldn't eat much anyway. Lunch wasn't about eating for me.

"The Cowboy cut with roasted potatoes, you can give me some vegetables if you like, give some color to my plate." Brenda went for steak, she said she never had it at home, never even turned on her grill anymore, ever.

"And for you Sarah?"

"Mmm, I'll have, um," Sarah was always last, she would change her mind a couple of times, she would read the menu like a Jane Austen novel. "How about the salmon?"

"Are you sure?" We would giggle, I loved watching Sarah decide anything. Her fingers would tap on her chin, her long nails would be glowing.

"Ooh no, the catfish, yes, and lots of vegetables. Ooh and lemon on the side, or lime, no lemon." She checked with us, we all gave her a high approval rating. "Thank you." She was eating healthier, she was worried about her cholesterol levels. She really wanted a hamburger. "Ooh, no give me the avocado toast." She made an embarrassed grimace. "Whew."

"Of course. Okay, ladies, I will bring some sangria, lunch will be ready in no time." She winked, she smiled, Trudi was our favorite waitress. Three times we took her on our traipses after lunch, we once invited her and her boyfriend out to dinner for Brenda's birthday. Well, before she broke up with him. Sangria was always on the house.

Once the pitcher came, we poured, we drank. The other two said they needed a little alcohol to take the edge off. I didn't really know what they meant, I never felt an edge, I only liked the taste, the fruit. Actually, I would drink whatever Trudi brought us, whatever they were making special that day, sometimes the owner would come over and buy us a round of drinks. He also called us ladies, it was nice.