Girl Talk 16: Julie 2
This series is based on interviews I did quite a few years back with women who had modelled for me, or were private clients when I worked as a photographer. Their words have been, 'edited' but only to remove features of continuous speech such as, 'um, ah, eh,' and repetitions of partial phrases which is common in everyday speech.
The Confession Club: Hi, Julie, thanks for coming b ack to give to give us the next part of your wild and wicked adventures. I don't know about the readers, but I'm looking forward to it.
Julie: It's my pleasure - or it was the last time - so I hope it will be just as exciting telling you this as it was before. I just hope you think it was worth the wait.
CC: Oh, I'm sure it will be, if it's anything like the last time.
Julie: Yes... well, after all the action last time with horny tradesmen and salesmen, I thought this one would be a change. I know it was for me, because I'd never had any sexual contact with another woman until this happened.
CC: So... it's a lesbian story - I wondered why you were being so secretive about it.
Julie, you don't have anything to be ashamed about as far as were concerned. Most of my models and private clients are at the very least curious about trying some girl/girl fun, and some are absolutely desperate to give it a try.
Julie: Okay. I kinda thought that would be your attitude, and that's why I don't mind telling you my story.
CC: Thanks for putting your trust in me Julie - that's very nice of you.
Julie: Right, let's get started the. It all began when I went to have my hair done at the local salon. I hadn't been there before, because as you know, I had just moved into the area after my divorce. I needed a trim, so I went in, and was lucky enough to get an appointment for later that day.
The girl who was doing my hair was extremely attractive, and also very friendly. She was about thirty years old, so a wee bit younger than me, and during our conversation I said something about being recently divorced. She told me that she would never have that sort of problem, and when I asked why she was so sure, she informed me quite openly that she was a lesbian.
I had always thought of lesbians as being a bit masculine, the normal stereotypical attitude I suppose, but she was very feminine and very pretty. I said to her that I thought a lot of women were curious about the subject, but never took it any further. She asked me if I was curious, and I probably hesitated for a significant length of time, before answering that I had thought about it, but hadn't actually had any experience with another woman, adding.
'I wouldn't actually run screaming from the room, if I found her attractive, otherwise how would I find out what it was like.' Before she could take it any further the phone rang, and she went to answer it. By the time she came back, it seemed to have slipped her mind and we started talking about other things.
Towards the end of my appointment I asked what other services they offered apart from hair, and she went through the usual list, sun beds, beautician, nails, etc. Then she added that she was also a qualified masseuse, but only offered that service as an evening appointment in the client's own home, as she was too busy in the salon during the day. I said I had never had a massage, and as one thing leads to another, my doorbell rang that same evening and Kirsty, the hairdresser, was at my door, complete with folding massage table.
She set up the table while I went through to the bathroom to undress. I wasn't wearing much, as I'd had a shower in preparation for her arrival, just a loose top and tracksuit bottoms. With just a large bath towel covering my modesty, I came back, and she asked me to get up on the table, face down, which I did. Without any further preamble she removed the towel that was preserving my modesty and set to work, rubbing me all over with some fragrant, sweet smelling oil, and it really felt good.
In no time at all I was totally relaxed as she worked on my shoulders, arms and even fingers, then worked methodically lower down my back, bottom, legs and feet. I had heard that there were certain pressure points in your feet that could make you feel very horny - a bit like acupuncture I suppose. It seems that Kirsty knew them all, and as she worked on my feet, my excitement grew with each passing moment. I was already feeling pretty excited with just the idea of a beautiful woman giving me a massage, but now, with the aid of her foot massage, I slipped into a higher gear.
I was most definitely horny, no doubt, but that foot massage had me squirming for it. When she began to work on my legs, moving ever higher towards my bottom and pussy, I was quivering with excitement. My legs were slightly parted, despite my good intentions of being modest and keeping them tightly closed. I was sure she must be able to see how wet I was, but by now I just didn't care. She was a lesbian after all, I reasoned, she's seen lots of wet cunts. I realised at one point that I'd unconsciously opened my legs wider and lifted the lower part of my tensed body off the table, 'presenting,' my bottom and pussy to her. Embarrassed, I let myself sink slowly back onto the table, and that was when she asked me, very quietly, to turn over.
I lay on my back, eyes closed, quite relaxed despite the sexual tension in the air. At first, she concentrated on my neck and shoulders before she slowly started to work down towards my breasts. I have nice boobs, (I've been told a few times) two of my better assets, and very responsive to stimulation of any kind. She worked round them and between them until I was silently begging her to 'do,' them properly. She gradually worked around them in ever decreasing circles, massaging deeply, but leaving the nipples untouched.
