A recent Friday afternoon finds me sitting in the sauna with a few other women, one of whom is familiar from the building in which I live. Leah Kenwood is lying face down across from me. She is bare from the waist up.
Modesty makes me cover myself from above my breasts almost to my knees. Sexual desire makes me want to stare at her upper body. Those boobs are spectacular! Does she even know that a lesbian is checking her out?
Leah and I had crossed paths several times over the year since I took the apartment. We've had coffee together, sometimes in my place, other times in hers. Even so, I can't say that we're super close friends.
At 30 years of age I work in the Human Resources department at Boeing, the job I took right out of college. As a lesbian I am especially concerned about colleague's attitudes toward LGBTQ people as well as LGBTQ people's feelings about how they are treated.
After a few seconds I started chatting with her. I would have avoided saying that I like girls but she revealed something that made me rethink my position.
"My ex girlfriend loves to hike. She could go for miles."
I asked, "did you hike with her."
"A couple of times."
"What was her name?"
"Alicia. We were in sorority together."
"I dated guys all through high school. I came out 5 years ago. In college I didn't date at all. I just kept telling myself that I don't have time for men in my life."
She acknowledged my remark with a nod but indicated that she had to "get going."
As she stood up opening the door I asked, "do you work nights."
"Yes I do, in the Emergency Room at UW."
I followed close behind her to the locker room and watched her getting dressed.
"Stevie I'll see you around."
"Sure." I said it with a nod.
I opted not to follow her through the parking lot. There's always tomorrow.
Back in my apartment much later that evening I opted to listen to a romance novel.
"Alexa read 'The X Ingredient' by Roslyn Sinclair."
"Resuming 'The X Ingredient' by Roslyn Sinclair."
I am engrossed in the tale. In it a youthful "Laurie Holcombe" is hired as the legal assistant to the icy cold attorney "Diana Parker".
Leah's revelation is having an effect on me. I want to kiss her. I really really want to touch those tits. And I'll bet that ass is spectacular as well.
Just like "Laurie Holcombe" wants to be in a relationship with "Diana Parker" I want such with my neighbor Leah Kenwood.
I retired to the bedroom at 9 30. Generally I wear pajamas to bed, usually with buttoned top, lapels and pinstripe white trim.
On this night pajamas remained in the draw and the undies came off. With the blanket covering me to my clavicle, I slid my left hand down to my vulva and the other to a breast.
Muscles went into spasms causing my legs to quiver. My body felt hot. Blood rushed south making my clit hard and swollen. Eventualy my vagina swelled like a balloon.
Leah I want you. Kiss me. Don't ever leave me.
Three orgasms later I had finally decided that enough is enough and turned onto my left side. I was to fall into a deep sleep within minutes.
Days passed before the next encounter with Leah who usually is on her way to work when I'm arriving at home. As for the health club, we're both still members, just not there at the same time.
A chance encounter on a Saturday morning would set things right. I would not let a golden opportunity slip away.
"Leah," I said as we met just outside.
"Hey Stevie."
