Written by request
Dena lay in her bed, pondering the day. Today was 'her' day. Her responsibilities taken care of, her calendar clear. The satin sheets might have seemed a little extravagant but she liked how they made her naked body feel when she slept. She arched her back in a morning stretch and her nipples grazed the fine fabric immediately bringing them to attention. She had wonderful breasts – and she knew it. They were not oversized or undersized or anything like that, they were a large C, maybe a D, but were the text book perfect shape with silver dollar sized areolas and long delectable nipples. They suited her frame very well.
Dena glanced down to her nipples as she stretched. She smiled to herself as the fingertip sized buds easily made their presence known through the flimsy bed covering. She knew there were lots of people – both men and women – that would be happy to sample her offerings if she was to appease. But that wasn't her way. She mostly stayed to herself, was happy to be single, and except for a temporary diversion or two, Dena was happy not having a permanent relationship in her life.
But there were days when she needed something other than her battery powered companion. Days when the touch or feel of a real person was something that called to her. Something that consumed her thoughts. Today was one of those days.
But today was different in some ways from the other days that she sought companionship. She could have a man over in a second. In fact she wouldn't even need to get out of bed. Her cell phone was in easy reach – speed dial numbers of her favourite fellows easily accessible. No, today she wanted something different.
Her morning stretch completed, her gaze remained on her erect nipples. She brought her hands up her side and playfully flicked then pinched both nipples and fondled her breasts. She loved the way the felt beneath her hands.
Her thoughts drifted back to specific sexual moment in her life. She fast-forwarded over the "normal" encounters and preferred to linger her daydreams on the more exotic daring episodes she had experienced. She thought of the time she had two men at once. Both of them experienced lovers. Filling her mouth and her vagina at the same time. She thought back to the largest penis she ever had in her mouth, and then to the fucking she took from that immense cock until she was so sore that she walked bowlegged the next day.
A smile crept to her face. She thought back to the only time in her life that she had a lesbian encounter. The other woman was a tall blonde. Leggy with a small tight ass. A great hourglass figure and a perfect set of enhanced breasts. That girl had been very shy, but the alcohol of the evening and the risqué environment had presented them both an opportunity. One that they both did not deny. She remembered the hot tub where they were left when everyone else went inside because it had started to rain. She remembered the sounds from the ongoing party, everyone seemingly had forgotten about the two girls in the hot tub. How the blonde had sat up from deep in the steaming water, one breast protruding from her forlorn bikini top. She had casually pointed it out – after a long stare. The blonde seemed nonchalant about it. She had asked the blonde if her breasts were augmented and was surprised when the blonde removed her top and offered Dena a look at the doctors flawless efforts. She was more surprised when the blonde offered Dena to feel them.
She was unsure for a moment, perhaps an instant of time would be a better description of how long it took Dena to reach out and touch those fabulous breasts. She fondled them. She squeezed and rolled the blondes breasts. Then the blonde said that she didn't remember what a "real" set felt like. It was to obvious of an offer to turn down, so Dena removed her top. Each girl's eyes were glued to the other girls breasts. Each of their hands exploring another woman's body. She was almost as hot now as she was that day when the blonde whispered "suck them". Even now Dena was unsure whether or not her head had already been in motion when that magic phrase was whispered to her, but nonetheless, her tongue touched another woman's nipple for the first time that night.
There were more memories of that night that Dena's mind replayed. She remembered the feel of the blonde's mouth on her nipple- as if it were happening right now. She also remembered in vivid detail the first touch. When the blonde's hand caressed her bikini bottoms, and then pulled the tiny material to the side. She could still smell the scent of her hair when she leaned in close to feel Dena's pussy.
She shuddered involuntarily while she relived her experience. Dena's hands then slipped between her legs. The heat emanating from her vagina nearly brought her out of her trace, but instead she simply cupped her warm pussy in the same way the blonde did that night and returned to her memory.
They had stopped then, that night in the hot tub, as some drunken guest had stumbled his way out to the hot tub and made some crude remark or other. But this only fuelled her fantasy. She thought of how things might have been if that jerk had not interrupted them. She could still feel – longed to feel again – the touch of the blonde's hand on her cunt. If only she'd had a few more minutes, if only the blonde had been a little faster...
She penetrated herself with two fingers. On the bed she arched once more. It was not her fingers that were inside her – it was not even the blonde's. It was a woman – any woman. Today, she needed to feel what only a woman could give her. Her nameless faceless lover continued to finger fuck Dena while she lay there writhing on the bed.
In an instant she came. It was more a prelude of things to come then a full blown earth shattering orgasm. But any orgasm on a woman's hands, even if they were really her own, was enough to confirm to Dena what she needed today.
As she rode down the back side of her orgasm she fondled her clit. It was engorged now. The size of the tip of her little finger. Oh how she wished that a woman would enter her bedroom right now and suck her clit. She wished she could reach her own clit to suck it. She wanted to taste a woman.
As her plateau levelled out, Dena begrudgingly removed her fingers from her now sopping wet pussy. And in a moment of pure deviance, brought them to her mouth to taste them. Still with her eyes closed she imagined that is was another woman she was tasting. Her mind spun with the fantasy. She sucked her fingers deep into her mouth, tasting the sweet nectar that was her imaginary lover. She licked her fingers clean.
Dena slept through most of the day.
After a time, Dena reluctantly committed to leaving the bedroom, all the while planning how she would make her fantasy a reality. She thought of going to a strip club. Why not? It's not for men only! Then she came to the reluctant conclusion that the men there would simply try to pick her up and she'd spend the night frustrated, fighting off pricks when she really wanted a cunt.
She thought of cruising the bars, but she didn't want some butch lesbian and most likely the other women that she would find desirable, would be accompanied.
She showered. She resisted the urge to touch herself again, but trimmed herself neatly and made certain that all was in order because one way or another her dripping pussy would be on display tonight.
After her shower she spent extra time on herself. I seldom enjoyed past time of plucking this and pruning that, that ended with her looking extravagant. She selected a tight black lycra bodysuit with nothing on underneath. No panty lines would spoil this evening. And she wanted to advertise what she had. She wore her best set of black fuckme boots, that rode clear past her knees and much like a neon sign, point directly and her puffy crotch. The body suit had a zipper down the front, and as she carefully rolled it up past her pussy, she looked in the mirror and decided to leave the suit open to navel level. Her perfect breasts were only accented by the tight outfit and virtually spilled out the front of the suit.
"Perfect" she thought.
Then she laughed at herself in the mirror – "All dressed up with no place to go, eh Dena?" But she felt hot. She WAS hot. She donned a set of evening gloves that matched her boots and lit a cigarette. Then she sat down at her computer to see what the town had to offer for tonight's entertainment.
Offered was the typical big city entertainment for a weekend evening. This band playing at that bar, this movie showing at that theatre... She briefly thought about a blue move, or perhaps even an adult bookstore! But she didn't want to get arrested for prostitution and she reluctantly admitted to herself that if she was to enter either of those establishments dressed like this, the outcome would most likely not be pleasant.
She could feel the lycra rubbing her pussy while she surfed on her computer. Looking down at her crotch she realized there would be nothing to hide. Every fold, every crease, in fact even the total lack of pussy hair was blatantly obvious. There was a part of her that liked that. A lot. It was like being naked without actually doing it.
She rubbed her crotch through her jumpsuit with one hand while she surfed with the other. She could feel the heat from her pussy. She was on fire. She could come right now, but she would not be denied her future.
