My name is Sophie. I'm 28, gay, and madly in love with my Miss, Alison. Ally introduced me not all that long ago to the glory of a woman loving another woman. Being the scamp that she is, she accidentally, intentionally bumped into me as I was walking, lapping at an ice cream cone. She apologized profusely, of course, and led me by the hand to the ladies, where she made a rather futile attempt to clean me up in a stall. She looked me dead in the eye and told me to take off my blouse, as most of the ice cream had fallen (somehow) into it. I stared in shock and amazement; she repeated the "request" again in a tone that brooked no nonsense. Her eyes never left mine as I undid the buttons -- and I blushed furiously from her gaze and from baring myself to a stranger and a woman. She bent and licked the ice cream as it lay between my breasts. I felt faint; my heart was pounding in my chest and roaring in my ears ... and, umm, down there. I think I may have a spend just from writing of it -- and the remembering.
We spent the entire weekend together.
Some time later I sought and found employment at the same company as Ally. She sits in an office in a fashion that I can see her and she me -- this was intentional on her part, as was her placement of me at my desk. Our days are often long, and our bus ride home takes an hour, on good days. There is a company that has people clean at night. Sadly we see them more often than not. It was about a month ago that a new lady came on the floor. She is absolutely glorious. Her name is Cristina, she has the most gorgeous hazel eyes, a mop of curls on her head, a slender figure, and breasts that --oh my -- they, umm, I'm having a flood thinking of it as I write. My face burns with embarrassment and I'm glad of it. When she bends to take my waste basket -- oh dear, I can't take my eyes off her.
My Miss knows of how I fancy her. She teases me of course. I hear her cough as Cristina comes near me. She talks of her after our lovemaking as we lay in our bed. Just the other night as I was bathing her toes with my mouth and tongue (I love doing it more than she enjoys my doing it, I think) Ally beckoned me to the bed. She had me sit opposite her. I could see from the smirk and the twinkle in her eye that she was up to something. She spoke softly to me about Cristina, asking me to describe how I would make love to her if given the chance. I spoke haltingly and softly. She slithered toward me and bade me to spread my legs wide. I was frigging myself, at her bidding, and speech became a bit of a challenge in my growing excitement. She slithered further, her eyes eating me up, further building the heat that was building in my ... umm ... you know where. She slid a bit more and, in a soft voice, told me to hold my lips (yes!
those
lips) apart. My mouth gaped.
