Monday lunch had become a regular time to meet up with the colleague and friend, who, as I'd said, was excited by the idea of flashing and had heard that I liked similar things. Although she'd not yet acted on her desires, I suspected she was experiencing the thrill vicariously through my first-time stories, seeming to enjoy the mutual masturbation, and teasing ones the best, because she asked endless questions about how it felt.
We'd met for lunch in a wine bar the afternoon, a week after I'd told her about the two guys who had cum on me on the patio. Fun I'd had the day before I'd lost my 'virginity' to the stranger I'd met in the library.
When I said how exciting it had been to be fully naked and exposed, with them staring at me, she asked, 'do you think it would be the same if a woman was looking at you?'
She blushed a little, then added. 'I was changing in the gym, and a woman was watching me, not staring, just casually as she was packing her things in her bag.'
I smiled. 'Although I have predominantly had relationships with men, I have always found some women attractive. I've had a few flirtations and invitations from girls, but it never went any further than a few sneaky light touches of a friend when she, an ex and I were having fun together. She tilted her head and said, 'wow, really?'
'There was an incident in an elevator you might like.' I told her the story and was surprised that it was getting to her. She flicked her tongue over her lips, face slightly flushed, eyes never leaving mine as she took in every detail.
When I finished, she said. 'I found it flattering the woman was watching me, and it was sort of in public in front of a stranger, so it excited me a bit too.'
'Imagine what it will feel like when you pluck up the courage to fully explore that side of yourself.' I said.
Again she reddened, then said, 'so it wasn't strange to feel a little thrill then? Even though it was a woman looking at me.'
Before I could answer, she added, 'is the elevator the most intimate thing that happened?'
I was going to tell her about Jenny and the party, but instead just said.
'There have been a couple of encounters since, but not very often, but when they have happened, it's been exciting and a delight because it was so different. A few months after the elevator lady, who most definitely is a lesbian, I met up with a friend for drinks. He was a colleague from previous employment who knew of a few rumours of late-night fun I'd had with another employee.
Although most staff would never believe the 'professional lady from accounts' had sex in the office with a junior clerk, rumours spread. The junior had never confirmed it, however much they tried to bribe him, and I think the story came out through a security guard.'
(see the story titled...Office Fun, after elevator story for details)
Anyway, I told her the story of my fun with Kate and James...
My friend's girlfriend was super-chilled, and we hit it off, chatting and drinking. James was excited to catch up as we shared the same sense of humour and enjoyed working together.
Although attracted, we had never taken things further than a little jokey flirting, as he had been in a relationship, and I could see why as his girlfriend, Kate was extremely pretty.
My career had taken off, and I was in demand as a freelance financial consultant. He quizzed me about the work, then earnt a dig in the ribs from Kate when he cheekily asked.
'So, have you worked many late nights with office juniors since leaving?'
I just laughed and said, 'that would be telling.'
Kate smiled and added, 'but you're not denying it did happen..' adding 'interesting.' She leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek before fetching us another drink.
It surprised me, but she had been tactile, touching my arm or hand when talking, and I guessed she was just a very friendly, 'touchy' type. James had just smiled and said, 'she likes you.'
We moved from the bar and took a booth, and I ended up sitting next to Kate, with James sitting on the opposite side in the middle. Kate was easy to talk to, and we drank a good half a bottle of wine in a very short time and found that we had plenty in common. Not just James and work, but a love of the outdoors (although I suspected for different reasons and that she wore less revealing clothing than I did in nature), university, and a similar taste in clothes. Again surprising me by revealing a liking for shorter dresses and skirts. As she put it, she worked hard on her legs in the gym and wasn't going to hide them in what she called 'granny skirts'. She was slim and pretty with mid-length blond hair, simply but expensively styled, wearing fashionable skinny blue jeans, ripped at the knee to reveal a little skin below. I was getting glimpses of her small-toned waist as her loose sleeveless blouse lifted each time she absent-mindedly brushed her hair behind her ear. I wasn't sure why my gaze lingered, but she was pretty and fun to be with.
Whenever she looked my way in conversation, she would lightly touch my arm, and I was shocked that it was sending tingles through my body. There was definitely chemistry between us and I realised she was feeling it, too, as she casually shuffled a little closer until our thighs were pressed together and I could feel her hip against mine.
James had been distracted with his mates waving from the bar and didn't notice the shift at first, then grinned and, with a naughty twinkle in his eye, said, 'You two have certainly hit it off, though you might.'
I turned to Kate, and we smiled at each other awkwardly, for a moment, both looking into each other's eyes as I wondered what was going on and then glanced at James, then back at Kate as James said, 'you want to kiss her.'
I looked at him, shocked and said, 'I want to what?'
His smile widened, 'I was talking to Kate.'
