[M4F] Familiar Strangers in the Dark, Femdom and mature

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The darkness was absolute, broken only by the rhythmic click-clack of heels on polished floors and the bitter taste of beer on my tongue. For the past ten minutes, those sounds had been distant, ambient, part of the restaurant's strange blind-date experience. Now they were approaching, each step echoing closer until they stopped directly across from me. Instinct took over. I pushed my chair back, found the edge of the table with my fingertips, and rose to my feet, extending my hand in what I hoped was a smooth, confident gesture. "Hello! I'm Tom, Jeanie and Mark's friend." The voice that answered was female, smooth, and vaguely familiar. As my hand hung awkwardly in the darkness, I slowly lowered it and sank back into my chair, thanking whatever gods watched over fools that you couldn't see me blushing at my own foolishness.

This whole disaster had started two weeks ago, four shots of tequila deep at Mark and Jeanie's kitchen table. After years apart, them chasing careers, me chasing a degree, we were finally back in our hometown, ready to be proper adults. The alcohol had loosened my tongue, and I'd confessed my weakness for older women, a predilection that traced back to Mrs. Henderson, my old math teacher, and had since been reinforced by professors, bosses, and countless other women who carried themselves with the confidence I found irresistible.

Jeanie, bless her meddling heart, had taken this as a personal challenge. The email confirming my reservation at "Le Noir", the city's most exclusive blind-date restaurant, had arrived last week, followed immediately by her text "You're welcome. And don't you dare cancel." And now here you were, introducing yourself in that voice I couldn't quite place, making me wonder if my friends had set me up with someone from my past, or if this was just another one of life's cruel little jokes.