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I saw her and turned around to leave. She was beautiful, naturally so with confidence oozing from her. I felt like a fumbling fool and was spinning around to run when she moved in front of me.
“You came! You’re already on my good side.” I smiled hesitantly and shook her offered hand which was warm with long elegant fingers. She steered me to a booth at the back and sat next to me, baring any escape at all. With out asking, she ordered two latte’s with a smile, using the waiter’s name. He blushed a little when she added a “sweetie” to the end.
Her eyes were a deep brown, with golden flecks and I couldn’t help but be drawn into them when she looked at me. She had an air about her that was so compelling that I jumped when I felt her finger running down my arm from elbow to finger tips and back again.
“Tell me about yourself, Jenny, the real you, not the cyber you.” It was a demand and usually I would prickle at being told what to do but I found myself pouring out everything to her. About my job and my frustrations at selling art created by others artists to people who knew nothing about it, and neglecting my own. About failed relationship and how I pushed men away and about clingy parents who wouldn’t let go. I closed my mouth, horrified that I had just spewed out every thing that I never told anyone. I felt like I had spent an hour in therapy. She was smiling where I had expected her to be sound asleep.
“You’ve never met anyone from online before, have you?” I shook my head. I was obviously doing this all wrong.
“You are refreshing; I was attracted to you from the start.” God, I was in over my head.
“But, I’m umm…. I’m not ummm-"
“Gay?” She prompted. I nodded and began to squirm in my seat.
“Good,” she said. “Neither am I.” “I’m sorry?” I was becoming a victim to confusion the longer the day went on.
“I’m bi, Jenny and so are you.”
“Oh no, I’ve never been with a woman, I’ve never even thought about it.”
“Haven’t you?” One of her eyebrows rose up questioningly. I was beet red by now. Her finger moved in longer arches, reaching up to my shoulder and sliding along my neck. She was turning me on. I couldn’t deny it. I could feel it in my belly, twisting like a snake till my pussy was tingling with arousal. Easily, too easily she turned my face towards hers and kissed me lightly, brushing her lips over mine till I sighed.
“Yes you have, Jenny, you thought about me doing this to you.” Her other hand slid up my thigh, under the hem of my skirt and rested there. I thought I was going insane. It was warm, with long fingers, and it didn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.
She didn’t say a word when the waiter placed the coffees on the table, she didn’t turn her face from mine, lips just moments away, and she didn’t move her hand. He had a full view, he couldn’t have missed it. I had never made out in public let alone with a woman. I couldn’t stand it any longer and opened my thighs in a visual copulation.
“Good girl.” She smiled against my mouth and swept her tongue over my lips as her fingers eased up to touch my panties. I was whimpering, really whimpering with sexual frustration and want. My world was turning upside down at the hands of this stranger. Talk about home run. With in twenty minutes of meeting she was sliding a finger inside my panties and rubbing against my pussy. And I was letting her. I was parting my thighs in a busy café and letting her.
Slowly she slid her finger free and brought it to my lips, painting me with my own intimate lipstick. “Yes, Jenny. You’re bi.”
She sipped her coffee but I couldn’t lift mine for fear of slipping it in my shaking hands.
“I’m going to a private party tonight, and I want you to accompany me.” It wasn’t a question, it was statement. “Nothing will be expected of you, but it will allow you to see what you really desire. To get an inside view of what you fantasize about.”
How did she know what I fantasized about? I had no doubt she knew intimately what I dreamed and day dreamed, but how? “What kind of party,” I asked.
She gathered a dollop of froth from the coffee and pressed it against my lips till I opened my mouth and sucked on it, the creamy caffeine exploding on my tongue. “A play party, where you will see all manner of debauched behavior.” She looked over her cup at me. “I will pick you up at ten.”
I finally took a sip of my coffee hoping it settled my nerves while her hand returned to my thigh and stroked from knee to panties and back again. The owner of the café smiled as he approached, leaning across to talk intimately with her, laughing at something she said with no embracement when his eyes followed her hand. Instead he looked like he would like to join her and have a stroke himself. When his hand brushed through my hair I was speechless.
“She’s lovely,” he said before walking off.
“You have never viewed yourself as an object of desire before. Tonight you will see more of it.” Three of her fingers scratched against the crouch of my panties lightly before travelling slowly up my body to wrap in my hair. She used it to pull me close to her face. “Wear something black and short.” She kissed me then, her mouth full on mine, demanding and hard. It was the kind of kiss I dreamed of a man giving me instead of those weak tentative things that only frustrated me. She kissed like she lived life. Fully, deeply, with no regret. Her tongue took control of mine and showed it what to do. Her hand held the back of my neck and told it she was in charge.
The room receded and I moaned when she pulled away, wanting more. “Till tonight, Jenny.” She rose and paid for the coffees, striding out of the café with hellos to various people. The place was duller for her absence. When I turned around I saw most of the people looking at me. God, I had just kissed a woman in front of all of them and most of them looked like they wanted to change places with me.
I stumbled back to work and uselessly made it through the rest of the day, thinking of nothing else but her mouth on mine and her fingers stroking. What would happen tonight? Would I feel those fingers again?
I had to know. I left work early and spent six hours getting ready. I bathed, shaved everything, and I mean everything, below my neck and tossed everything I owned on the bed, foraging for just the right thing. Eventually I settled on a short tight leather skirt and a silk singlet top that clung to my body. In a daring move I left the bra off.
When the door bell rang I was flustered and nervous, almost running to the door. On the other side of it was a man in black, wearing a hat and gloves.
“Ma’am is waiting in the car.”
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