Leanne walked through the front door of the apartment and slammed it behind her. She was pissed off because the Friday night date she had been anticipating all week had not gone at all as she had hoped. She expected that her building horniness would find relief with the hot new guy from work. Unfortunately, despite her employing her most successful seductive strategies, he had not responded at all.
He said it was not her - it was him. He claimed he believed in honoring his promises. Leanne had never failed to get a man into her bed, even if he had a serious girlfriend, and found the idea of fidelity more than quaint. She entertained the thought that he might be gay. How else could he resist a shot at her fine ass?
After that rejection, she'd stayed at the bar by herself, downing a shot or two of Tequila more than might have been quite prudent. Despite her anxious desire for a good hard fuck, the few men who had approached her were unappealing. She did not stop to reflect that her own foul mood might have reduced the pool of potential partners. Thank God the ride app on her phone ensured a sober driver for the trip home! What was a few bucks compared to the cost of a DWI?
Leanne was a tall, lithe blonde, blessed with a gorgeous ass. Although she was not conventionally beautiful, she exuded a sexual energy that drew the interest of most guys she ran into. When she set her mind to it, she could have a guy eating out of the palm of her hand in no time. A few smiles and a knowing nod with its promise of something good to come were all it usually took. Manipulating men came naturally to her and she had the kind of body and open attitude towards sex that made it easy.
In any event, far from having a nice evening of hot fucking, she'd come home hornier than ever, just a little bit buzzed, and enormously frustrated. She was unused to being unsuccessful in pursuit of sexual gratification. Most any guy she set her sights on succumbed to her obvious allure. But not tonight and she was not just sexually stymied but personally affronted. She was used to getting what she wanted.
She paused in the living room, catching her breath and listening. She caught the unmistakable sounds of energetic coitus emanating from Denise's room.
Denise was her roommate, an undesired but necessary accommodation to to realities of the rising Bay Area rents. Oh, sure, the two young women got along fine, and even were friends, after a fashion, sharing the casual intimacies that young women did. Nevertheless, as she entered the latter half of her twenties, Leanne had expected to have a place all her own. Sharing it with a woman a couple of years her junior had not been how she imagined her home at this point in her life. It was a little limiting. She, for instance, wanted to be able to bring someone home without having to make any awkward introductions.
Since rooming with Denise, Leanne had hesitated to bring a woman home, had not done so. Not that it would have been a frequent occurrence under any circumstances - her tastes generally inclined her towards men - but she was not above exploring sexuality with any person she found sufficiently intriguing.
She stood by the sofa, listening to her usually quiet roommate moaning and gasping as someone treated her to an extended session of sexual satisfaction. She tossed her head, sending her golden tresses into a halo around a face that was sometimes pretty and sometimes seemed a touch haggard. Tonight, it seemed to hover between the two as her physical frustrations told.
Leanne had never thought of Denise having sex. She seemed so quiet. Denise occasionally made reference to a boyfriend but Leanne had begun to doubt his actual existence outside of Denise's imagination; she had never seen as much as a photograph of him. Denise certainly did not strike Leanne as the sort to bring a man home on short notice, so, if it were a guy she was entertaining, it must be her mysterious boyfriend. Leanne assumed it was a man in there with her roommate, though she supposed it just might be an aggressive woman.
The image of a strong woman fucking Denise with a strap-on occurred to Leanne but she decided Denise's partner was more than likely to be the boyfriend . She listened more intently but the grunts she heard were neither unmistakably masculine nor fully feminine. All she could be sure of is that both parties were into their interaction. For once, she was sorry the apartment was as well-insulated as it was. She wanted to hear more.
As she listened carefully to the clamor of coition, Leanne felt her own sex respond through her pent-up desire. Her cunt clenched in frustration and the stimulating sounds coming through the bedroom door caused the walls of her sex to ooze the lubricant that made sexual intercourse pleasurable to her. Anyone else nearby might have been stuck by a faint aroma from her arousal. The scent of her sexy secretions reached her nose and reinforced her sexual frustration.
A voice cried out, "Oh yessss!" and Leanne wanted to reach an orgasm herself. But it was not just that she wanted to get off. She was quite adept at taking care of that craving herself, should need arise. She craved, more than mere orgasmic pleasure, the physical interaction with a lover - the stimulus and the human contact of tangible flesh. She wanted to kiss a lover and enjoy her lover's kisses in return. She wiggled her fine ass involuntarily.
Her right hand trailed up to her throat and then down to undo the first button on her blousy top. One by one, she unfastened each button, all the way down to the waistband of her designer jeans. She shrugged out of the blouse, writhing sensuously as she worked it down her long arms and off her lovely torso.
Realizing that she was all alone and that there was precious little chance that Denise and her partner would interrupt her, Leanne tossed her blouse over the back of the couch and reached behind to unclasp her bra. Her modest breasts really did not need the support of that feminine undergarment but Leanne loved the feel of the silk lingerie against her skin. She thought that concealing her small breasts, with there unexpectedly prominent nipples, was sexier than going without the benefits of a bra. Besides, she loved the look of the lacy, lime-green silk.
Her long, white fingers worked down to the waistband of her jeans and undid the fly. She slowly rolled the designer denim down over her enticing hips. As the denim descended, her matching lime-green panties came into view. Again, she shimmied and shook through a sensuous removal of her tight jeans from her fine limbs. As sexy as this woman was, her legs were thinner than perfection would dictate but no lover had ever commented on that. Who could take note of such a minor imperfection when those legs were surmounted by one of the Good Lord's most beautiful bottoms. Leanne's ass turned heads - men's and women's.
Most of her lovers liked that. They would have been even more intimidated by her powerful personality had her body been totally perfect. Its minor flaws made her more real and approachable and, therefore, to most of her would-be lovers, they made her more desirable. All she lacked to be stereotypical guy-bait was a pair of oversized tits. Once in a while, some lover would suggest she seek the services of a skilled surgeon but artificial enhancement did not appeal. She would remind herself that her breasts were sensitive (she loved it when a lover suckled them) and that made them sexy enough for Leanne.
