Hi Rosie Webster here again.
Remember last time? I had just had an incredible threesome with Carla and Trevor. Well we had another shortly after, but I felt Carla wanted me, but didn't seem to want Trevor to have me, a little over protective, so we never got round to arranging another and it just fizzled out.
So my sex life was back to zero.
I was keen to get back into action. As much as I love a big stiff cock, either in my pussy or my mouth, I did miss the pure sensuality of lesbian sex. A woman's kisses were more tender, to feel a nipple become instantly erect at the merest touch of my finger or tongue, or to comb my fingers through pubic hair on route to the silken purse of another woman's vagina, just thrills me.
Thinking of it now, my hand is down my panties and I am gently rubbing my clitoris.
Well that was a nice little orgasm, but back to the story.
I lay in bed one night and ran through the list of possible lesbian partners.
I had been with both my mother and sister, and while we don't talk about those events, I would never say never again. There is Sophie's friend Sian, a threesome with those two would be nice, but they are so into one another, that possibility seems remote.
Carla was an obvious one, but I needed a change. Mollie was a new mother, possibly to my nephew, if my dad was the father. Tina was loved up with dorky Graham, god what she sees in him I will never know. Sunita was a possible, I have had a black girl, but never an Indian, I added Sunita to the list I was preparing mentally. That left Leanne and Claire, both possible and added to my list. Fizz I discounted.
Liz? If I wanted to try a mature, it would be Liz McDonald, on the list as a possible. Thinking of Liz, led me to the Rovers, Becky, no doubt had a bit of girl on girl with her cell mate when she was inside, so a possible, but Michelle Conner, now there was a definite favourite. I made Michelle my target.
The following Friday, I had been trawling around agencies in town looking for work, when I called in the Rovers. Michelle was behind the bar, looking very attractive. She was wearing one of those sweaters with a big neckline that caused the top to slip, revealing a black bra strap, which I found incredibly sexy.
"Hi Rosie, what can I get you?" she said cheerfully.
I replied "Hi, a large glass of white wine please."
It was early and I was the only customer
Michelle asked, "Been job hunting? Any luck?"
I took a large drink of my wine and said "Yea, I got a lingerie shoot for a new guy, just half a day next week, but it pays ok and who knows it might get me noticed."
I then had a thought, "why don't you come with me? You don't work Wednesday's do you?
She replied, "I don't think so, but thanks for asking."
I tried to persuade her, "you can do my hair and make-up, please come, it will be a laugh with you there, plus it is always nice to have another person there, you never know with some blokes."
"Ok, I will if I can, I'll let you know.
I finished my wine and gave Michelle the low down on the shoot, she seemed quite excited.
That night I had trouble getting to sleep. My head was spinning with images of Michelle. My mind racing with possible scenarios in which I could lure her into my clutches.
My hand undid the top couple of buttons of my pyjama jacket and slid round my breast. My finger slowly circled the nipple, which instantly became hard. As this was happening, my mind was filled with a mind blowing fantasy.
It was Friday night, I walked into the "Rovers," the place was packed with regulars. Michelle was behind the bar, looking gorgeous, she was wearing the same outfit as earlier.
"Hi Rosie, the usual? Asks Michelle.
I do not answer. I simply reach over the bar, pull her head towards mine and kiss her very sexily.
The strange thing is nobody in the pub reacts, they just carry on drinking. Michelle pulls away from me and slowly leaves the bar and walks over to me.
Without saying a word she kisses me, he tongue thrusting into my mouth, seeking its mate. I respond, my lips moving against hers, my hands cupping her buttocks as our two bodies crush together.
Meanwhile, back in the real world, my left hand has worked its way into my pants and is stroking the thick pubic hair, before two or more fingers find their way into my, by now soaking pussy.
Back in my fantasy. I am kissing Michelle's neck, it is soft and smooth under my lips, she smells wonderful her hand pressing my head lower.
I kiss down her neck onto her shoulder before sliding my lips down onto the top of her breast. I pull down her bra and begin to chew on her nipple, while the others carry on as if the barmaid having he breasts sucked is an every day occurrence.
My hand and fingers are now frantically bringing me to orgasm. Which erupts, and the effects take with it the mental images of Michelle, as I drift off to sleep.
Over the weekend I met up with Michelle in the pub, but to my disappointment, all we shared was a drink and went over details for my photo shoot the following week.
Wednesday morning we took a taxi into town and soon found the studio. The photographer was a guy in his thirties called Steve. He explained the shoot was for a shopping catalogue and featured every day not very sexy underwear.
He showed us to the dressing room which was quite small, but adequate. I had deliberately worn very sexy underwear as I knew Michelle would see me in it.
As I begun to undress Michelle said "Oh I will wait outside."
"Don't be silly" I responded, "All girls together."
With that I stripped off my tee shirt to reveal a low cut bra that showed of my cleavage to its best advantage. Quickly stepping out of my jeans, I stood before her in a matching pair of panties.
"Wow , Rosie I knew you had a body, but you are fantastic, just perfect."
As I unclipped my bra and slid out of my panties, I Said "What about now?" as I stood naked.
She just shook her head and repeated "just perfect"
After putting on the first really boring set, Michelle fixed my hair and make up and we went back into the studio.
