I reach the wine bar exactly on time at 6.30. Karen is already here and seems to glow among the other patrons, in a simple black knee-length dress and black stockings with a silver diamond pattern down the sides. The dress has quite a deep V neckline which shows a bit of pale cleavage. As I approach she stands and gives me a warm smile and a tight hug. I feel her breath on my cheek as she says I looked lovely. We share a bottle of white wine and chat about our Christmases – she spent the time with her sister's family. Neither of us mentions the office party.
When we finish the wine Karen asks if I'm hungry, and suggests a nearby Greek restaurant. As we walk the short distance she casually slips her arm through mine, drawing me closer to her. The meal is light and delicious, and despite my protests Karen refuses to let me pay. Over liqueurs she reaches across the table, takes one of my hands in hers and murmurs, "I thought about you a lot over the holiday period Lorraine." I feel my face flush and all I can do is give her a daft smile. I certainly can't bring myself to tell her I've thought about her every day too – and most nights! As she helps me into my denim jacket she leans close to my ear and asks "Would you like to come back to my place for a nightcap?"
Immediately my heart starts to race. Almost to my disbelief, this is the moment of truth. All my fantasies over the past couple of weeks could be about to become reality. I wasn't just daydreaming, or reading too much into too little: I can tell from the tone of Karen's voice, the closeness of her body to mine, the subtle look of appeal in her beautiful eyes, that if I say yes it will be a damned sight more than a drink I'll be enjoying. I swallow nervously, an image of my husband passing fleetingly across my mind; then, half-turning to face her, bringing my face to within inches of hers, I hear my voice, surprisingly husky, reply, "Thanks Karen, I'd love that."
Arm in arm we walk, barely speaking, not glancing at each other, the fifteen minutes or so to her apartment – "my city place". Our heels click against the pavement in the almost deserted street, the sound of my blood rushing in my ears. Our breath steams in the cold night air; I breathe deeply, the chill stinging my lungs, trying to convince myself that this is really happening, trying to come to terms with what I am committing to. We enter a cul-de-sac, stop outside a modern steel and glass apartment block. Karen keys a code into the entry pad and the door swings open. Walking across a highly polished marble floor we enter a lift and she presses a button for the fourth floor. A few steps along a plush-carpeted corridor, her key turns in a lock, and a moment later the door of Karen's apartment closes behind us.
She makes no pretence of why we're here, or that I might not be compliant in that knowledge.
She places her coat on a hook on the wall of the entry hall, eases my jacket from my shoulders and hangs that alongside her own. She kicks off her shoes, then kneels, unzips my boots and draws them from my socked feet. She stands and, still wordlessly, takes my hand and leads me into a large lounge – the lights turn on automatically as we enter. We stand before an enormous fabric-covered sofa. Then Karen places her hands on my shoulders, leans in and kisses me softly but lingeringly on the lips. I melt into her arms and kiss her back. Holding each other tightly now, we kiss deeply, our tongues playing a game of tag, I sucking on hers then my own chasing it back into her mouth. My entire body feels as if it is about to burst into flame, I feel my knees ready to buckle and, drawing her with me, out lips still fused together, I sink onto the sofa.
As we continue to kiss Karen's hands squeeze between us. Her hands flutter at the buttons of my blouse, undoing them easily, then I gasp into her mouth as her fingers touch my bare flesh, between my bra and the waistband of my trousers. Her arms slip around me, under the blouse, and in moments my bra is unfastened and hanging loose. Karen breaks the kiss and we cling tightly to each other, cheek to cheek. I hear her whisper "I hope you don't mind Lorraine, but I think I've fallen in love with you". Before I can respond her lips close over one of my breasts, her teeth gently chewing on the erect nipple. God, my nipples are almost painfully erect. I groan with pleasure at the sensation of her teeth and tongue on me, and cup her head in my hands, my fingers lightly massaging her scalp. I've slipped down on the sofa and we're now lying side by side. Her hands move again, unfastening my trousers, and without a moment's hesitation I lift my bum to allow her to pull them down, taking my thong panties with them. Jesus, we've been her less than ten minutes and she already has me all but naked.
I feel myself starting to pant in anticipation as Karen's tongue trails down my ribcage and tickles at my navel, but then she seems to change her mind. She rises to her feet and helps me to stand. She removes my blouse and bra and I clumsily kick off the trousers and pants pooling around my feet. She pulls me to her and we kiss hungrily, her hands caressing my back and cupping around my bum cheeks. Then she takes my hand and, dressed only in pink ankle socks, I follow her into her bedroom. I briefly feel between my legs – Jesus, I'm wetter than I can ever remember without someone actually touching me there. I sit on the side of the largest double bed I have ever seen and remove my socks then lay back quite unself-consciously, legs apart, and watch Karen.
She slips her now rumpled dress off her shoulders and it slides to the floor, revealing a peach coloured strapless bra and matching panties,. In a moment they are gone revealing large boobs with huge chestnut nipples, generous hips and a completely shaved pussy, in contrast to my neatly trimmed thatch. Then she joins me on the bed and takes me into her arms. I have never before held a naked woman and as we kiss, our breasts rubbing together, her thigh pushing gently between mine, I get an attack of the shakes. Karen stroked my hair and nuzzles my ear, plucking its lobe with her lips, whispering "it's okay darling, Christ you are so desirable." Her hand finds its way between my legs, and my initial gasp as her fingers enter my sopping pussy turns to a moan of arousal. Gently she presses my head down into one of her breasts and I suck longingly on it, loving the sensation of rolling her nipple across my lips.
After a few moments she detaches her boob from my mouth and her tongue is back in my navel. It slips down, through my pubes, and, flicking my own nipples, I look down on her blonde head slipping between my legs. I shudder as she kisses and nibbles my inner thighs, and of their own accord my hips push at her, urging her mouth upwards. A moment later I am lost in a sea of pure pleasure as her tongue strokes the length of my pussy then slips inside, her fingers parting my putting labia. A finger follows her tongue inside me and I am so turned on that it takes only seconds before my belly and head begin to explode and I am almost screaming with the power of my release, tears streaming down my face, my backside lifting off the bed, my hips grinding my pulsing pussy onto my lover's face and fingers. She continues to pleasure me as I cum again and again until I feel entirely drained of energy and, gasping for breath, sink into the bed.
Then she is there beside me, her tongue in my mouth, and as I suck on it I taste the sweetness of my own cum juices. I feel a sudden desperation to give her the same ecstatic pleasure she has just given me, and with a hand I feel my way between her thighs. She is wet and open to me, and almost my entire hand slips inside her. My thumb finds her clit and I stroke it as my fingers pump her. She sighs into my mouth then her head snaps back and she gasps "Oh fuck yes, that's great baby girl". It takes only seconds before I feel her muscles tighten around my hand and, with a growl deep in her throat, she orgasms, her lower body vibrating in time with my fingers.
I had never touched a woman's cunt before but she is so wet down there that I feel a deep urge to taste her. As she realises where I am going she rolls onto her back and whispers, "Oh God yes, please darling". Her pussy is beautiful – a deep pink with a silver pearl at its head, all slick with her juices and aromatic with her arousal. I touch my tongue to it experimentally and she squeaks. It is warm and wet and tastes spicily sweet. Using my thumbs to part her labia I plunge in. As I lick her, one thumb massaging her clit, she begins to purr like a cat and her hips gyrate around on my tongue, so wildly that I have to grip with both hands to keep my place, my cheeks damp with her juice. Soon a sweeter nectar seeps onto my tongue as she cums again with another growl. Then she scooches around under me and a moment later we are both eating pussy. I groan loudly into her; she is giving me so much pleasure that I have trouble concentrating on returning the favour, but I lick and stroke for all I am worth and before long her thighs clamp around my head and I hear her wail like a banshee, even as she continues to probe me with her beloved tongue and fuck me with her fingers.
We spend half the night making love then, both exhausted, finally fall asleep wrapped around each other. At some point I'm woken up during the night by the tickle of her hair between my thighs, then I fully awake as her tongue starts exploring my pussy again! When I open my eyes in the morning the first thing I see is Karen's beautiful face on the pillow next to me, her lips moving back and forth with her breath as she sleeps. My whole body surges with love for her – Disneyesque bluebirds circle my head twittering away and everything - and I suddenly realise I cannot bear the thought of not spending the rest of my life sleeping with this heavenly goddess.
I phoned in sick this morning, for the first time in three years. Karen and I shared her big round bath – Christ, even her toes can make me cum! – and as I sit in front of her computer, contemplating what to write in my diary she's standing behind me, her breasts pressing against me through her damp bath robe, her hands gently massaging my shoulders, her lips kissing the crown of my head as she tells me how gorgeous I am, and how long she's wanted me. It's barely twelve hours since we became lovers, yet already I know that my marriage is over. When Roger returns from his conference tomorrow I have to tell him that I'm moving in with my lesbian girlfriend, and I have never felt happier about anything in my entire life.
