Andrea And Stix Ch 03 The Encounter

Andrea had just agreed to meet Stix and immediately felt something. Regret? Excitement? She wasn't sure but there was something there.

The week dragged on and on Thursday Andrea texted Stix to ask where they should meet. Stix said she'd meet her in front of Anna's Place at 7:30. Andrea agreed and went about her day's chores and at 6:00 she jumped in the shower. She knew she was just going out for drinks but she felt that she wanted to look her best for Stix. Who know who she might meet? She got her make-up on, nothing overboard but pretty, dressed in a nice pair of jeans, a tight fitting t-shirt and boots and checked herself out in the mirror. Not bad for pushing 40. She thought for a minute and was disappointed that it wouldn't be a meat market. Sometimes she missed that kind of attention.

It was about a 20 minute drive to the bar and it was just getting dark. As she drove past she saw Stix standing in front of the bar chatting with another woman. She pulled into the parking lot, gave a quick glance in the mirror for good measure, got out and walked over to Stix.

"Hey, girl. You look so pretty tonight," Stix said as she gave Andrea a big hug and kiss on the cheek. Andrea replied back that Stix looked good, too. She was also wearing jeans, a button-up fitted blouse and black Chuck Taylors.

"Andrea, this is Jo," Stix said pointing to the tough-looking woman standing at the door. "Jo makes sure no one cause or gets into trouble. Jo, this is my friend, Andrea."

Andrea reached out and shook Jo's hand. You could tell from the handshake that Jo was not to be messed with.

"Nice to meet you, Andrea. Any friend of Stix is a friend of mine. Enjoy your evening, girls." With that Jo opened the door for them and they went inside.

Stix led them past the DJ, dance floor, numerous filled tables them to a corner table... her favorite table, she explained to Andrea. It was cozy, out of the way and gave a good view of the place. It wasn't long until two ladies walked by.

"Hey Stix," one of them said.

"Hey. What's up," Stix replied.

They chatted for a minute. Apparently their mutual friend, whom Stix had mentored as a drummer years ago, had signed with a group that had just been picked up by a record label.

"They're doing a concert over at Beacon Park next week. You should come." With that they said good-bye and walked off.

"I'm happy for her," Stix said. "Shitty family life, drugs, booze... she pulled herself up. I gave her some lessons and now look where she is." Just then a waitress came over.

"Hi Stix. The usual?" she asked.

"Sure," Then turning to Andrea "and my friend will have...?"

Andrea paused for a minute then asked "What kind of white wine do you have?"

Stix chuckled. "They have the white kind." Then turning to the waitress she said "Give her what I'm having." The waitress smiled and walked away.

"What are you having?" Andrea asked.

"Whisky," Stix replied. "We're going to have a fun night."

The two of them chatted for a while, trying to avoid work topics. All the while Andrea took in the atmosphere. Stix had been right. This wasn't the meat market type of bar. Everyone seemed very relaxed, the music was pretty good. You could dance to it if you were so inclined. But the more Andrea looked around, the more something became obvious.

"Stix, there's no guys here," she commented with a puzzled look on her face.

"That's right. Thursdays are 'no guys' night.

Andrea nodded and continued to look around. And then it hit her. She saw two woman walk by holding hands. A couple more across the room were kissing. Most couples seemed more than just friend. She leaned over to Stix and whispered.

"This is a lesbian bar?"

"I can't pull anything over you, can I?" Stix replied.

"Stix...you took me to a lesbian bar?"

"Yeah. Is that a problem?" Stix replied.

Andrea thought a moment.

"No. I just, well, I didn't know..."

"Don't worry," Stix said, smiling at Andrea and patting her hand. "I won't let any of them take you away from me."

Just then the waitress brought their drinks and Stix slipped her a couple of bills. With that she lifted her glass towards Andrea.

"To lesbians," she said with a smile.

Andreas lifted hers and replied.

"To lesbians."

Andrea wasn't used to drinking whiskey so she sipped the drink carefully. Stix, on the other hand, seemed to be more used to the drink and was ordering another way before Andrea had downed half of hers. The night continued with some laughing, people watching and chat about work and life. And then, out of nowhere, Stix asked Andrea to dance.

The music was some combination of rock and techno, fast but not so fast that you couldn't dance to it. Stix grabbed Andrea's hand and pulled her out to the dance floor and started moving. Andrea was no slouch when it came to dancing. She enjoyed dancing when she was younger and incorporated dancing in her workouts. Stix held her own, too. The dancing was energetic and sometimes sultry and sexy, some grinding, some bumping. They both had a good time on the dance floor, surrounded by other couples enjoying themselves. The song lasted about five minutes and when it ended Stix gave a clap for Andrea, who took a little bow. As the song changed to something slower Andrea turned to head back to their table but Stix grabbed her hand.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Back to the table," Andrea replied.

"But the music hasn't stopped," Stix answered, looking Andrea right in the eyes.

It took Andrea a second or two to comprehend what Stix was telling her but when she felt Stix pull on her hand and pull her closer, she got it. Stix put her hand around Andrea's waist, pulled her tight and started slow dancing with Andrea.

Andrea had to admit to herself that it felt nice. It had been a long time since Mike had danced with her. She remembers early in their marriage that the only time they ever danced was at other people's weddings. She loved that closeness with Mike, that intimacy. She remembered the last time they danced like this Mike took her out to their car and they had sex. That closeness with Mike was long gone now.

But with Stix it was different. Andrea felt close to Stix emotionally and now she was close physically. Her head was pressed against the crook between Stix's neck and shoulder. She could smell Stix, a nice combination of her perfume, some sweat from dancing and... pheromones? What was it? She didn't know but out of nowhere she turned and pressed her lips against Sitix's neck and gently kissed. Stix responded by pulling her in even tighter.

Stix's hand stroked up and down Andrea's back, sometimes falling to Andrea's butt and pulling her in close. Andrea responded by tightening her grip on Stix. She couldn't help but to kiss Stix's neck again, then a little higher until she slipped her earlobe into her mouth.

Stix could feel Andrea's breath, first on her neck and then her ear. She could feel the heat on Andrea's breasts pressed against her own and the firm roundness of Andrea's butt when she grabbed it. When Andrea kissed her again, Stix grabbed her head and pressed it tight against her neck.

Andrea had that feeling, the same one she had walking back from Canalside that day. Doing something in public she had never done before. But that was tame compared to this. She had never been this intimate with anyone but Mike. A feeling of guilt passed through her. She pulled back a bit and looked at Stix not sure what to say. Did she want to stop this? Was it too intimate? She longed for this in her life but was it at the right time with the right person?

She didn't get a chance to answer herself. Stix leaned forward and placed her lips on Andreas and kissed her, gently at first and then passionately. Andrea felt Stix's tongue slip between her lips and without hesitation Andrea's lips opened and her tongue responded. It was a brief but passionate kiss until Stix broke it off, looked deep into Andrea's eyes and brought her mouth to Andrea's ear.

"Come back to my place," She whispered. Andrea nodded.

Stix took Andrea by the hand and lead her out the front door.

"Have a good night, ladies," Jo called out to them. They didn't stop to respond. Stix led Andrea down the street, never letting go of her hand. They went two blocks, turned onto a side street and turned into the second house on the left. Not a word had been said the entire walk (or run... it was quick). Stix unlocked the front door, held the door for Andrea and then close the door behind them. They were in each other's arms in a second. Stix held Andrea's face in her hands and kissed her passionately, all the while walking and stumbling down the hall towards the bedroom. Once inside Stix grabbed the bottom of Andrea's t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Andrea's hair flowed up with the t-shirt and then cascaded back down over her shoulders. They kissed again while Stix unbuttoned her blouse and with a shrug of her shoulders dropped it to the floor. Once again they pressed together, Andrea's breasts flattening against Stix's smaller breasts.

After a few more minutes of kissing, Stix turned Andrea around and unhooked her bra. Reaching around, her hands grabbed Andrea's breasts from under the bra and let the bra fall to the floor. While holding her breasts Stix kissed Andreas shoulder, neck and finally her ear. Andrea shivered feeling Stix's hot breath, turned around to face her and throwing her arms around Stix's neck, kissed her hard. Stix backed her up and they both fell on the bed with Stix on top. The kissing continued.

Andrea could feel her clitoris begging for attention, even more than that day in her car. She wanted to reach down and touch herself but also wanted to keep her embrace of Stix tight. Stix had other ideas. She grabbed Andrea's hands and held them above her head. Andrea liked the feeling of helplessness, her hands unable to move and Stix could tell. She started kissing Andrea's neck, then slipped lower. Her lips kissed her upper chest, between her breasts and finally reached one of her nipples. Andrea gasped as Stix took the nipple into her mouth and sucked on it gently.

What a difference it was for Andrea. For years her breasts had been treated like bags of sand, something to be manhandled and groped. Now they were being pleasured, caressed, played with gently. And it was nice. Stix went from one nipple to the other, but when her mouth was on one her fingers played with the other.

Stix moved down a little further, kissing Andrea's navel, which was just about the waist line of her jeans. While she kissed, Stix undid the button on the jeans and then slid the zipper down. Andrea held her breath in anticipation of what was coming. As Stix moved lower she slid Andrea's jeans lower. Andrea accommodated Stix by lifting her butt and let her slide the jeans down to her knees. Stix moved lower until she was at Andrea's panties. She stopped and looked up at Andrea as if to say "now is the time to tell me to stop." But the look on Andrea's face told her not to stop.

Stix took Andrea's panties, pulled them down and then took both the jeans and panties and pulled them both off Andrea in one movement leaving Andrea naked in front of her. Stix liked what she saw. She bent down and kissed Andrea's foot and then slowly started working up her leg. She kissed Andrea's knee, got to her inner thigh, kissed higher and just before reaching her labia Stix jumped up to her belly.

Andrea was frustrated. She wanted to grab Andrea's head and force her between her legs but before she could, Stix started back down. She kissed lower and then off to the side kissing Andrea's hip, then other inner thigh and then the leg. She got to Andrea's foot and kissed it gently before working her way back up. Andrea was squirming. She watched Stix's thatch of black hair coming up her leg and wanted to grab it and bury her face in her crotch. And when it looked like Stix was going to bypass it again, Andrea did just that.

The feeling was unbelievable, a warm tingling that made Andrea feel like she should spread her legs further apart to accommodate Stix. She didn't have to since Stix did it for her. She pushed further into Andrea, using her tongue to probe between Andrea's labial lips, into her vagina and then out and up to her clitoris. That aching, that need to be satisfied was just heightened the more Stix performed her oral magic on her and when Stix made a move upwards towards her belly Andrea put both hands on Stix's head and pushed her back down.

Andrea couldn't remember the last time she felt like this. It wasn't like the other day in the car. There was something about another human being touching you sexually that can't be substituted by self-pleasuring. She didn't need to fantasize about her mailman or even visualize Stix holding her underwear up and smiling at her. Stix was right there, between her legs, delivering a level of intimacy that Andrea had long since, maybe never, had in her life.

Stix spent the next few minutes performing oral and then slowly started the climb back up Andrea's body. Andrea didn't mind this time since she actually wanted to embrace Stix and feel Stix's body on top of hers. Stix worked her way up, her lips never leaving Andrea's body. She kissed her stomach, licked her nipples, kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear until finally planting her lips on Andrea's. Andrea could taste herself on Stix. It wasn't unpleasant. Certainly if Stix didn't mind the taste, why should she? Their tongues played with each other until, finally, Stix pulled away and looked at Andrea.

"Are you OK with this?" she asked.

Andrea's eyes watered a bit. It had been a long time since anyone had been concerned about how she felt or if she was sexually pleased. The best she could do is just nod. With that Stix started back down Andrea's body and was soon buried between her legs. This time, as she used her mouth on Andrea, she slid two fingers inside her. Between Stix's saliva and her own juices she was easily wet enough to let them slid in with no effort. Stix curled her fingers upward and gently stroked Andrea's g-spot while working on her clitoris.

In a matter of minutes Andrea felt her orgasm starting to rise. First there was the warmth radiating from her mid-section and rapidly covering her. And then the orgasm itself hit. It caused Andrea to bend in the middle and slam her legs shut, trapping Stix's fingers inside her. Her body shook as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her. She grabbed Stix and held her tight to her chest and moaned softly. Then she came down from her sexual high and slowly loosened her grip on Stix. They lay like that on the bed for a few minutes until Stix picked her head up and looked at Andrea.

"How are you doing?" she asked.

"Pretty damn good to be honest with you," Andrea replied.

Stix extracted her fingers from Andrea but let them linger around Andrea's labia and clitoris. After a few minutes Stix stopped but Andrea insisted she keep going.

"It feels so nice," she told Stix.

Stix smiled and just said "Just wait." She got up and walked over to her bureau.

"I brought someone home today," she said to Andrea.

Andrea felt her heart drop. Was it jealousy? Disappointment? Was she going to pull out a picture of some guy she picked up at a bar? Had he been in the other room listening, maybe even watching? But Stix opened a drawer and pulled out... Mr. Pink.

"I was going to try it for myself but I think this is a much better opportunity," she said looking at Andrea. Andrea's body reacted to the sight of the large pink dildo in Stix's hand. It was like she went from totally sexually satisfied to hungry for pleasure in seconds. She watched anxiously as Stix slipped the dildo into a harness and then strapped the harness on to her waist. When it was ready she walked over to the bed, the dildo swaying side to side. Stix opened a drawer on the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube.

"Can't be too lubricated," she said with a smile as she coated the dildo in lube. Andrea watched every movement, hypnotized by Stix's hand stroking up and down the pink phallus. She thought to herself that even at his horniest, Mike's penis wasn't nearly as big.

Once Mr. Pink was evenly coated and shining with wetness, Stix climbed on the bed and on top of Andrea, who spread her legs to accommodate her. Stix lowered herself until the tip of the dildo was at the opening of Andrea's vagina.

"You tell me to stop if it's too much," she warned Andrea. She stared into Andrea's eye as she pushed slowly and let Andrea's labia wrap around the phallus' head. She stopped for a second and waited. Andrea just nodded. Stix pushed further and Andrea gasped. She had never felt herself get spread open like this before. She grimaced, anticipating the pain, but the lube worked its magic and Stix pushed into her with little effort.

Every inch of Andrea's skin was alive at this point. As Stix lowered her further her nipples slid across Andrea's breasts and it felt like electricity flowing from one body to another. Stix's thighs settled in between Andrea's and both created a sensation that warmed both of them. Within a minutes Stix had buried the dildo deep inside Andrea and was resting on top of her.

"OK?" she asked.

Andrea nodded. She was better than OK. She was experiencing something she had never felt before... the closeness, the eroticism. She had felt a need for sexual satisfaction before but even with the sexual highs from Canalside and just moments ago, she was once again craving for sexual fulfillment. And she got it.

Stix started rocking back and forth, sliding the toy out until just the head remained inside Andrea and then sliding it back in. Andrea felt every ridge and bump on the phallus and her labia gripped it tightly in both directions. At some point Andrea wrapped her legs around Stix's waist and tightened them as if to pull Stix deeper inside her. They both rocked in unison as Stix picked up speed.

Meanwhile, Stix was paying close attention to Andrea's neck and ears remembering how passionately Andrea had reacted when she played with these erogenous areas and she was right. Andrea gripped Stix even harder, her arms wrapped around Stix's neck. She sighed, grunted and moaned into Stix's ear and at one point begged Stix to go faster. She was close. She knew her orgasm was moments away. But she didn't want this to end.

"Can you stop and kiss me for a minute?" she pleaded to Stix. Stix stopped for a second and looked deep into Andrea's eyes.

"Whatever you want babe," she said and pressed her lips onto Andrea's. Their lips opened and their tongues darted at each other. With the moving stopped, they could feel each other's hearts racing, their breathing quickened and their skin burning. The movement may have stopped but the passion continued to rise. Their kissing became deeper, more intense and more desperate until Andrea pulled away and looked at Stix.

"Now," is all she said.

Stix started pumping in and out of her with fervor. It was no longer making love. It was fucking, that primal need for sexual satisfaction that is a base instinct of humans. Andrea wanted it and Stix wanted to deliver it. She pushed the dildo hard and fast into Andrea knowing that hard and fast is what Andrea needed. It wasn't a clitoral orgasm Stix was going for. No, she had already delivered that. She was raking the dildo across Andrea's g-spot in a constant even pressure. The kind Stix had often used on herself and now wanted to give to Andrea. She kept it up and within minutes Andrea let out a sharp cry, held Stix in a death grip and experienced an orgasm as she had never experienced in the past.

Andrea's body flushed. The sensitivity she had felt earlier was magnified. Her pelvic floor muscled twitched rapidly and her vagina felt wetter than it had ever felt before. She rode the orgasm wave as long as she could and every time she though it was subsiding it would wash over her again. Time after time she experienced this feeling until, finally she was spent.