Alexandra Redding, American History and Social Studies Teacher stretched as much as she was able to, given the space limitations of overseas coach flight. The big jet had begun it's slow banking descent into the Glasgow airport. It was her first trip to Scotland and she planned on spending every possible moment touring, looking for evidence of her family's history among the lochs and glens. She allowed a hint of a smile to cross her usually solemn face at her poetic license and stifled a last yawn. Her seatmate was beginning to stir as well so, deciding it was safe now, she pulled her backpack from under her seat and headed for the bathroom to freshen up.
Minutes later, teeth and hair brushed, clothing changed where possible and straightened otherwise, she de-planed. She headed for baggage claim first and then vehicle rental. Making sure she had all her necessary paperwork, from passport and car rental agreement to the maps and trip itinerary she loaded the car, she was careful to put her backpack in the front left seat - getting in to drive on the right. She felt a pang of loneliness, missing her live-in partner, Cliff Montclair fiercely. He was always the more organized of the two of them where she tended to be more impetuous and adventurous.
She checked the car dash carefully, making certain she knew where lights, signals and other important features were located. She made sure the mirrors and seat were comfortably located and glanced again at the exit signs before turning the ignition key. This wasn't her first experience at 'wrong-side' driving but it still made her feel awkward and anxious and the fatigue of the long flight added to her feeling of fuzziness. She knew she wouldn't be able to drive for long but the maps and tour information assured her that the first leg of her trip wasn't far.
She was an experienced enough traveler that she'd planned her arrival time for early in the day and she was fortunate to arrive on a sunny, fair day. Checking in to the small hotel she unpacked the necessaries, calling home and leaving a voice message announcing her safe arrival for Cliff. Showering in the coolest water she could stand she dressed lightly in slacks and sweater, heading out to the patio to sit in the sun to have tea and plan her next several days' scouting.
Despite the time difference, and her fatigue, when evening came she found herself sleepless. Thinking it was probably due in large part to the strange bed and room, she still felt restless and irritable and found herself missing the comfort of Cliff's warm presence in bed, as well as longing for his touch. After trying a warm bath, reading for a while and even watching the BBC news she gave up, getting dressed again and heading down to the hotel bar for a glass of wine or hopefully a beer, thinking that the hops might have a soporific effect.
There were few travelers in the bar, a young couple who looked to be on their honeymoon, and a couple of businessmen were hitting on the young female bartender. Seeing Lexi sitting down at the end of the bar, the young woman moved to get her order. She was a stunning little thing, Lexi thought. Goth-like raven hair framed an elfin face with huge blue eyes. Dressed in a white, peasant-style top under a black, lace up the front, waist cincher, with black jeans and boots she looked like an extra for a pirate movie, and Lexi was somewhat bemused to realize she was being as carefully examined and wondered if she passed muster.
The young girl leaned across the bar, "Now then, luvie, what can I do for YOU tonight?", she asked smiling.
Ahhh, so that's how the wind blows, Lexi thought, smiling back warmly. She knew she was older, but still fit, with firm rounded breasts and buttocks, and taller with lean thighs, hardened by horse and motorcycle riding and that the riot of auburn curls, currently tumbling over her shoulders invited touches. She and Cliff had come to several understandings early in their relationship, not least of which, while they were together they were completely monogamous and committed, but during their separate travels, should opportunities for adventures "arise", they might take them if desired as long as they held their stories until they were together again for sharing. They'd had some fairly exciting story-telling events after one or the other would return from a trip, but she knew one of Cliff's favorite stories had always been the one about her trip to Japan and her interlude with her bi-lingual, bisexual tour guide before they'd met. Looking at the bartender's long fingers with her square cut, French manicured nails and imagining them stroking her nipples or clit made her feel suddenly feverish and she hoped she wasn't mistaking simple good salesmanship for the girl's interest.
Letting the tip of her tongue touch her upper lip and leaning forward herself she confided, "I can't sleep and I miss my bed partner fiercely. I don't suppose you have anything that can help me with that?"
She saw the blue eyes get even bigger briefly before they darted to the clock on the wall.
"Aye, Miss, I think I know just the thing to help you sleep, though it'll be a wee bit yet before we close. Would ye like to try a Black and Tan while ye wait?"
Lexi watched as the younger woman's nipples hardened under her gaze, and nodded her agreement to the suggestion, feeling her own nipples making their presence known through the bulk of her sweater. The little raven-haired beauty fixed the drink, bringing it to her and allowing her fingertips to caress the palm of Lexi's hand briefly. Running her own tongue across her teeth let Lexi see the tongue stud piercing it and Lexi felt a rush of moisture between her thighs imagining the feel of the stud against her sex. During the remaining time they chatted and flirted, exchanging names and some information. Lexi learned that the 23 year old, Maggie, had been a student at university until two years ago when she'd had to leave and find a job to help support her elderly mother. She also learned that the young lesbian much preferred the sexual favors of more mature women - usually looking for single, female tourists who, although they might be bi-curious, had never actually experienced a same sex experience.
Surreptitiously running a fingernail across one of Lexi's nipples under cover of passing her another drink the young woman admitted, "It makes me so feckin' wet and hot, knowin' I'm their first time."
"I'm not YOUR first time though, I'm thinkin'," she added thoughtfully.
Ignoring the envious men at the end of the bar who were watching them avidly, Lexi drew one of her own, rounded natural nails around the curve of the lass' breast, ending by thumbing the point pressed hard against the shirtfront across from her.
"No," she admitted. "And probably not my last either." She smiled warmly into the blue eyes, running the tip of her tongue over her top lip again, "But memorable for all that!"
The room seemed to Lexi to be heating up, and glancing around, she noticed briefly that the couple that had been quietly toasting each other and necking in the corner had disappeared, presumably to their own room. She also noted that only one of the suited men was left at the end of the bar, but having made eye contact with him seemed to convince him of something and setting his drink down he smiled their way and started down the bar toward them.