This story is a work of fiction. The main character and narrator is a real person, but no inference is made as to their bisexuality.
Hi, my name is Christina Travanion and I am an auctioneer and antiques expert on several UK television antique shows. Married with a young family, I am in my early forties and am considered to adding a bit of glamour to the shows.
My story begins during a long road trip filming a series of Antiques Road Trip. We were in a seaside resort on the North East coast. My co expert lived quite locally, so went home after filming, I was booked in a quite nice local hotel for a couple of days. The crew decided on a boys night out, leaving me on my own.
After a meal, I decided to have a walk by the harbour. As I made my way back to the hotel, I passed a small old fashioned pub and was about to walk past when I saw a young lady sat alone at the bar. I still don't know why, but I turned around and stepped into the pub.
Sat alone on a stool at the bar, the girl was texting on her phone. She was in her mid twenties, slim, dark haired and very attractive.
"Good evening, welcome to The Ship, what can I get you?" Said the barman.
I replied, "a large Merlot please." I took my drink and sat at a table by the window, with a direct view of the young lady, who was still sending and receiving texts on her phone.
Another thing I noticed was that under her short skirt, she was wearing stockings, not tights, sexy.
Finally she put it down and smiled at me. Then a look came across her face, a look of recognition.
"Do you know you look just like that woman on the antiques programmes?" She said.
I smiled back and said, "that's because I am,"
"Join me please," she said. I walked over and sat beside her at the bar. She held out her hand, which was soft with really long fingers, "I'm Denice, pleased to meet you."
"Christina" I replied, shaking her hand lightly.
Over the next few minutes, I discovered that she was a local girl, worked in a pharmacy and had just been stood up by her girlfriend, a nurse at the local hospital and was at a loose end.
We had another drink and talked about lots of things for the next hour, Including the fact that she was gay.
"I need the loo, please excuse me," she said and walked to the back of the pub.
I had only had one lesbian experience, a really erotic night with three other antiques experts, but considered myself straight. I loved my husband and our sex life was very good, but I was extremely attracted to this girl. I followed her to the toilets
Stood outside the door marked Women I was still in two minds which way to jump. I heard the toilet flush and the water began flow as she washed her hands. I made my decision.
I knocked on the door. "Just one second please," she said.
The door opened and she stood and looked at me. Instinctively I stepped forward and we kissed. Her lips were soft and were responding, her tongue seeking mine.
We spent a few minutes kissing before I said, "my hotels just around the corner."
She took my hand and we hurried out of the pub towards the hotel.
We kissed in the lift, continued on the corridor to my room and even as I struggled to find my room key in my handbag.
Once in the room, our mouths never broke from each other. I guided her to the bed and I straddled her, our mouths still working furiously in a frenzy of kisses.
I cupped her breast, and discovered she was bra less, the nub of her nipple was rock hard under my fingers.
I had managed to shrug off my jacket, Denice lifted my flimsy top and expertly unclipped my bra, this girl knew what she was doing.
She lifted her head and began to kiss my breasts, sucking hungrily on my nipples, sending ripples of delight through me.
My short skirt was bunched up around my waist as her expert hands removed my panties. All at the same time as sucking my nipples, she was good.
I lifted her red top and revealed a pair of perfect breasts, tipped with deep pink nipples which I quickly attached my lips to, before easing her onto her back and kissed her again, our breasts squeezing together with nipple against nipple, her hands caressing by back and then down across the twin globes of my arse, I was in a wondrous place.