A mysterious stranger enters the lavatory

I was nearly finished with my preparations and ready to pay Balthazar my surprise viste as a dark haired woman entered who was dignified as well as breathtaking at the same time.

I heard her high heeled boots on the tiles while I followed her by looking in the mirror. Her body was similar to my own yet she may have had some pounds less. Her age was hard to tell as she could be early 30s as well as a very fit early 40s. In the end it did not matter as she sure would be in a position to make other women get green with envy easily regardless of her age.

Stopping aside of me she got some makeup from her handbag and made some minor corrections to her styling, which was very tasteful which told me that she clearly was "one of us". Don´t get me wrong yet sometimes you can clearly tell by the way people dress and style themselves whether they are upper-, middle or working class....or even if they haven´t got any class at all....

Making eye contact via the mirror she smiled and said:

"Well you do not look as if you work here either, am I right?"

I had to congratulate her for being a very keen observer as my current outfit was clearly elegant yet more suited for a lady in her spare time. So I replied honestly:

"You are right, I am here to pay a visit to my husband."

"Your husband? Well he must be a lucky guy...." she now was clearly examining me without timidity. Potentially you could have regarded the way she assessed me kind of rude. Yet I was too much into women myself so I took a woman eyeballing me like this rather as a compliment.

Without that she said or did anything I felt a crackling tension building up...