The story of our second first meeting is funny and worth telling. Jean worked for an international US-based travel agency. They wanted to open a branch in Cologne, and Jean was chosen to organize it because she had taken German in High School. After she had organized the basics (finding a space to rent and employees) she needed some brochures translated. Friede worked as a free-lance translator back then, and Jean chose her from an ad in the local paper (this was 1993; ads were still being placed in newspapers back then). We talked with each other on phone, and it was decided that we meet at a restaurant to discuss the details.

We had immediately liked each others voices on the phone and had the vague feeling we had heard them before (which of course we had at these meetings) but couldn't place them. So we decided to dress up for each other, and we each chose very daring dresses. The meeting took place on Jun 14^th 1993, which was the 24^th birthday of Steffi Graf (who we were and still are great fans of). We were both 24 too.

Friede chose a blood red dress with LOTS of cleavage back and front. The cleavage in front went all the way down to the crotch in a V. In the back it ran all the way down to the crack of ass. She didn't wear any underwear. Since the dress was rather loose around the top occasionally her pussy, a nipple or her ass flashed. She also wore 8 inch high heels in the same color as the dress. She wore a black wig which reached halfway down her back and also false eyebrows and eyelashes. She had also put on a lot of bright red lipstick.

Jean wore a skintight semi-transparent poison green dress that had a metallic sheen and also no underwear. The dress looked as if it was painted on; everything contoured beneath - her breasts, nipples. navel and ass, and she had a pronounced camel toe. She wore 8 inch heels in the color of her dress too which made her a giantess because she is 6'0'' without heels already. She had put on a strawberry blonde wig of the same length as Friede's and also false eyebrows and eyelashes. She had put on a lot of bright red lipstick too.

And now we come to the special feature of the dresses: Both were extremely narrow around the legs and ankles; we could only take 6 inch steps in them. Both dresses were incredibly hot. No, hot is not enough; they were sizzling.

We both arrived by taxi. Jean was the first to arrive and hobbled towards the entrance. She was still a few feet away when Friede arrived. She saw a hot woman in green hobbling towards the entrance and hopefully called out: “Excuse me, are you Miss Tolleson”?

Jean stopped, turned around and replied “Yes. You must be Miss Greifswald then”.

“Yes”. Friede hobbled over to her, and we both looked at each other for a long time. And we both thought: “Wow, this is an incredibly hot woman”! And we both developed embarrassing wet spots on our dresses.

Jean finally said: “Let's get in”! We both hobbled in and set down at our table (Jean had booked one for us). A lot of eyes in the restaurant were on us, especially male ones.

We will spare you the details of what we ate though we both remember very well; this day was burned into our brains as if with a branding iron. We will just tell you that we stared at each other all the time. We discussed business before and between courses. And all the time we had the feeling that we had heard the other's voice before but just could not place it.

Jean finally called for the waiter and asked for the check. Friede offered to pay her share but Jean said she could put it on expenses. While Jean scrambled for her purse in her handbag Friede said in German: “I noticed you ate me with your eyes all the time. Are you by any chance a lesbian”? Jean blushed for a moment but said “ja”. Friede continued: “Well, I am too, and we could make out tonight. But first you should know something about me”. With that she removed her wig and her false eyebrows and eyelashes.

Jean stared at her for a moment. Then she started to laugh and removed her wig and false eyebrows and eyelashes as well, and then we both laughed. Of course we now realized where we had heard the other's voice before. The whole restaurant stared in disbelief at these two hot women who suddenly had turned bald, and the waiter's jaw dropped open.

Jean paid, and we left the restaurant arm in arm as fast as we could in our dresses. Our breasts and asses must have wobbled a lot because of the many quick little steps; we must have been quite a sight to behold.

The rest is history; we have been a couple ever since.

Well, that's the story of our first meeting. We hope you like it.