Book Store Meeting
I was relatively new in town. Dreadfully depressed after leaving the Washington, DC area after many years. Stuck in the dull midwest I kept thinking to myself with no where to go.
Finally, one day, things started to change. I went to the local Border's books and was browsing through the gay and lesbian section. I was looking at a few books when I heard a voice ask, "Oh, that's a good one, if you haven't read it, you should."
I turned and saw a very fit athletic woman. There was something unique about her. She had a very femmine look at the same time had very muscular features. Not my usual type but for some reason I was instantly drawn to her look.
"I haven't read it, but it does look interesting and its been way too long since I've read some good lesbian fiction," I told her. "I'm new in town and I was surprised to see Border's even had a gay/lesbian section. I'm use to a really great bookstore in Washington."
The conversation continued as our eyes were clearly given each other the up and down look. I could tell she noticed my wedding ring and sure enough, she asked if I why a married woman was so "well read" in lesbian fiction.
I think I blushed a bit and admitted I was a married woman who wasn't straight. She laughed and the flirting was in full swing. By the time we left the bookstore, we traded numbers and email addresses and talked about getting lunch someday. She promissed she would take me to a cool gay hangout in town.
I waited a day and then emailed her suggesting a few days the folloowing week that might work for lunch. She had to check her schedule because she was working mostly days at a local department store. We settled upon next Tuesday.
That Tuesday morning, after the kids were off to school and hubby onto work, I could feel my whole body tingle with anticipation. I treated myself to a long bubble bath and slowly got ready for my lunch date. We had traded a few emails back and forth but I still knew little about this woman and she probably knew even less about me.
We met at the resturant. A nice place with a bar and a small dining room. There was another room off to the side with a dance floor. It reminded me a bit of a gay bar in Washington that was always very friendly and laid back. I felt comfortable right away. "J" arrived just a few seconds after I did. She was dressed totally different. Instead of jeans and a sweatshirt like in the bookstore, she had on this killer dress. It clung to her fit body. I had to wonder if she was a fitness instructor and not a department store salesperson.
We were seating and the conversation was a bit slow at first. Not awkward at all, just seemed to be a while before the words just started flowing. The waiter who came to take our order seemed to know her well. He teased us about being such a cute couple. That seemed to break the ice. She asked if that made me feel odd, being refered to as a "couple" with someone other than my husband.
That's when I told her about my very intense relationships with other women since I began exploring my lesbian side about four years earlier. She admitted she had a few flings with a couple married women, like many other lesbians had. More just experimental things with the other women, nothing as serious as what I described. She had many questions about why I was staying married. I told her it wouldn't be permanent, just until the kids were in high school and better prepared to deal with a divorce.
After the bottle of wine was gone, she asked if I had to get home or had time for another drink. I told her I had made arrangements so I wouldn't have to be home until almost 5:00 p.m. She smiled and said, "Well, we could have a few more bottles by then."
I knew she was testing me for my reaction and what I would say next. I didn't miss a beat and said, "I noticed a wine store next door, I could pick out a bottle and we could finish it at your place."
She smiled and said that sounded like a plan. I could tell she was a bit surprised and wasn't fully sure how comfortable I was with things. As we stood up, I took her hand and moved closer to her and thanked her for lunch and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek. She smiled and moved her shoulder closer to mine as we walked next door to pick out the wine.
As I paid for the wine she turned and kissed me on the lips and said, "Thank you for the wine."
I kissed her back passionatly as we were leaving the store and said, "Thank you for the my first kiss."
Her apartment was just a couple blocks away. She had me sit on the sofa while she poured the wine. We made a little toaste took a sip and soon our lips were locked. I can't even remember if we said anything else before our lips and tounges were all over each other like two hungry, playful kittens. Her dress had one hook and a zipper in back that didn't take me long to undo. At about the time, she was feeling up my stockings and making her way to the edge of my thong. We were kicking off each other's shoes and squirming to get our clothes off as fast as we could.
Kissing and licking became more frantic as we struggled out of our undies. She took me by the hand into her bedroom. A nice king size bed that we quickly fell onto. Side-by-side we kept kissing as our hands started to explore each other's bodies. I had never slept with a woman so firm and athletic before. She reminded me of Jamie Lee Curtis in her prime. Her body was perfect. She kept flattering me and tellinig my how pretty I was. But I was in awe of her physical beauty.
Our bodies turned and soon enough she was on top of me in a delightful "69" position. With the move and everything, I was about six months since I had been with a woman. My longest time in four years. She was very aggressive as she moved her mouth into me. She went right for my clit with her lips. She engulfed me as I could feel my body start to quiver. I wanted to taste her, but she was only teasing my nose and my lips with her pussy. She would bring herself closer to me and I would reach her with the tip of my tounge then she would raise herself up. Each time she did this, she more aggressively worked my clit. I was in a wet frenzy as I just layed back and came like I hadn't in months. After my body stopped shaking, she put her pussy into my face.
Finally, I thought. Now my turn to return the pleasure she had just given me. The more I was pleasing her, the more she started moving her hips up and down my face. My hands strapped her butt as she did this. So firm, so strong. Stronger than my husband's body in fact. She gave told me to suck her clit harder, like it was a mini penis. I complied with delight. She thanked me by releasing a wonderful multi-orgasm.
After we kept going that afternoon, I knew this would be more than a one time thing. Little did I know, it would be the start of relationship that would change my life.
Finally, one day, things started to change. I went to the local Border's books and was browsing through the gay and lesbian section. I was looking at a few books when I heard a voice ask, "Oh, that's a good one, if you haven't read it, you should."
I turned and saw a very fit athletic woman. There was something unique about her. She had a very femmine look at the same time had very muscular features. Not my usual type but for some reason I was instantly drawn to her look.
"I haven't read it, but it does look interesting and its been way too long since I've read some good lesbian fiction," I told her. "I'm new in town and I was surprised to see Border's even had a gay/lesbian section. I'm use to a really great bookstore in Washington."
The conversation continued as our eyes were clearly given each other the up and down look. I could tell she noticed my wedding ring and sure enough, she asked if I why a married woman was so "well read" in lesbian fiction.
I think I blushed a bit and admitted I was a married woman who wasn't straight. She laughed and the flirting was in full swing. By the time we left the bookstore, we traded numbers and email addresses and talked about getting lunch someday. She promissed she would take me to a cool gay hangout in town.
I waited a day and then emailed her suggesting a few days the folloowing week that might work for lunch. She had to check her schedule because she was working mostly days at a local department store. We settled upon next Tuesday.
That Tuesday morning, after the kids were off to school and hubby onto work, I could feel my whole body tingle with anticipation. I treated myself to a long bubble bath and slowly got ready for my lunch date. We had traded a few emails back and forth but I still knew little about this woman and she probably knew even less about me.
We met at the resturant. A nice place with a bar and a small dining room. There was another room off to the side with a dance floor. It reminded me a bit of a gay bar in Washington that was always very friendly and laid back. I felt comfortable right away. "J" arrived just a few seconds after I did. She was dressed totally different. Instead of jeans and a sweatshirt like in the bookstore, she had on this killer dress. It clung to her fit body. I had to wonder if she was a fitness instructor and not a department store salesperson.
We were seating and the conversation was a bit slow at first. Not awkward at all, just seemed to be a while before the words just started flowing. The waiter who came to take our order seemed to know her well. He teased us about being such a cute couple. That seemed to break the ice. She asked if that made me feel odd, being refered to as a "couple" with someone other than my husband.
That's when I told her about my very intense relationships with other women since I began exploring my lesbian side about four years earlier. She admitted she had a few flings with a couple married women, like many other lesbians had. More just experimental things with the other women, nothing as serious as what I described. She had many questions about why I was staying married. I told her it wouldn't be permanent, just until the kids were in high school and better prepared to deal with a divorce.
After the bottle of wine was gone, she asked if I had to get home or had time for another drink. I told her I had made arrangements so I wouldn't have to be home until almost 5:00 p.m. She smiled and said, "Well, we could have a few more bottles by then."
I knew she was testing me for my reaction and what I would say next. I didn't miss a beat and said, "I noticed a wine store next door, I could pick out a bottle and we could finish it at your place."
She smiled and said that sounded like a plan. I could tell she was a bit surprised and wasn't fully sure how comfortable I was with things. As we stood up, I took her hand and moved closer to her and thanked her for lunch and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek. She smiled and moved her shoulder closer to mine as we walked next door to pick out the wine.
As I paid for the wine she turned and kissed me on the lips and said, "Thank you for the wine."
I kissed her back passionatly as we were leaving the store and said, "Thank you for the my first kiss."
Her apartment was just a couple blocks away. She had me sit on the sofa while she poured the wine. We made a little toaste took a sip and soon our lips were locked. I can't even remember if we said anything else before our lips and tounges were all over each other like two hungry, playful kittens. Her dress had one hook and a zipper in back that didn't take me long to undo. At about the time, she was feeling up my stockings and making her way to the edge of my thong. We were kicking off each other's shoes and squirming to get our clothes off as fast as we could.
Kissing and licking became more frantic as we struggled out of our undies. She took me by the hand into her bedroom. A nice king size bed that we quickly fell onto. Side-by-side we kept kissing as our hands started to explore each other's bodies. I had never slept with a woman so firm and athletic before. She reminded me of Jamie Lee Curtis in her prime. Her body was perfect. She kept flattering me and tellinig my how pretty I was. But I was in awe of her physical beauty.
Our bodies turned and soon enough she was on top of me in a delightful "69" position. With the move and everything, I was about six months since I had been with a woman. My longest time in four years. She was very aggressive as she moved her mouth into me. She went right for my clit with her lips. She engulfed me as I could feel my body start to quiver. I wanted to taste her, but she was only teasing my nose and my lips with her pussy. She would bring herself closer to me and I would reach her with the tip of my tounge then she would raise herself up. Each time she did this, she more aggressively worked my clit. I was in a wet frenzy as I just layed back and came like I hadn't in months. After my body stopped shaking, she put her pussy into my face.
Finally, I thought. Now my turn to return the pleasure she had just given me. The more I was pleasing her, the more she started moving her hips up and down my face. My hands strapped her butt as she did this. So firm, so strong. Stronger than my husband's body in fact. She gave told me to suck her clit harder, like it was a mini penis. I complied with delight. She thanked me by releasing a wonderful multi-orgasm.
After we kept going that afternoon, I knew this would be more than a one time thing. Little did I know, it would be the start of relationship that would change my life.