July Rain

I sat down at my desk, switched on my 'out of office', and powered off my computer. My feet hurt and I was a little screen lagged, but nothing could dampen my excitement about my trip. Grabbing my bag and laptop, I switched off the lamp and headed across the aisle, stopping at my Manager's cube to say goodbye. I gave the usual nods and smiles as I made my way down the hall and out the side door of the building. I didn't have to be back here for two weeks! I slipped behind the wheel of my Audi and turned out of the parking lot, feeling great.

At 30 years old and the first female in my family with a degree, I was happy with my career and place in life, although I missed having a special someone. With shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin, a cute face, and what I'd call a 'mom bod', (creating my own female equivalent to 'dad bod') I get my share of attention and flirty looks. I have curves and soft spots, but I'm not overweight for my frame, and I have a classic bubble butt that literally seems to have it's own life and circle of admirers. I take very good care of my hair, skin, feet, and nails, and I like to feel sexy.

I've worked as a Corporate Accountant for the last eight years, and make enough to live comfortably on my own. I'm an attractive, independent woman, trying to live my best life. My sex life, however, was non existent lately, or should I say, self-service only. I've had two short relationships and dated a few other men, but never clicked with any of them well enough for anything long term. I've only had actual intercourse with two guys, and didn't particularly like it, but enjoyed sucking and jerking their cocks on occasion when I got horny. Or maybe I just enjoyed the intimacy and not the cocks themselves.

Cocks are just too big. The notion that women prefer big dicks is one of the biggest ongoing falsehoods in history, at least for me. Of the ones I've been around, the one I actually liked the most was the smallest. He was around four inches and not too thick. He wasn't very experienced, but I liked him and figured out how to ride him and get myself off without any pain or discomfort. The other one felt painful and uncomfortable inside me, and the other men I've dated were as big or bigger, so I haven't had intercourse with anyone in about five years, and I haven't dated for almost a year, so yeah, I do miss having someone to spend time and be intimate with.

At some point, I'd finally realized that I like men, but I don't LOVE men. In fact, I'd been far more attracted to women, but had never acted on any of those feelings. I've always been a girly girl. I love being a girl and being feminine, which is the same type of girl I'm attracted to, but most of the girls who fit that description are straight. I tried going to a lesbian bar once in college, but found that the girls I was drawn to were looking for butch or more masculine girls, not girls like me. I didn't have a problem with butch girls, but I wasn't attracted to them.

I wanted a sexy, soft, sensitive, girly girl with glossy, kissable lips and emotional eyes. I also was attracted to thicker body types like myself, rather thin or athletic. I liked curvy figures with just a little jiggle in all the right spots, and pretty feet with sexy manicured toes. My fantasy girl is soft, not muscular, and smells good. I didn't find anyone like that at the time, and I guess I decided I wasn't cut out for being gay or bi and didn't really like labels, so I just settled for dating men, although it didn't stop me from still being attracted to feminine women.

Part of the reason I was so excited about my trip is that I'd finally decided to let myself be open to romance and sex with a woman, if I met the right one and didn't chicken out. I wasn't getting any younger and I'd been having a lot more fantasies about it lately. Maybe because I decided I'd at least be open to trying sex with a woman.....or maybe just making out, or, who knows? I wanted to following my feelings with no predetermined boundaries.

I had no idea how I was going to meet someone I was attracted to nor find out if they wanted to get naked with a stranger who doesn't fit the typical lesbian profile. No one's 'gaydar' got alerted when I was near, so I probably wouldn't get hit on by women and would have to be the aggressor in the equation, which I wasn't quite sure how to do.

Unless, I could find someone to seduce into throwing themselves at me: subtly teasing them until they couldn't resist?

Yeah. Right. Most of the women I'd be attracted to were either straight or looking for a butch girl. As I thought about that, I decided to look online, maybe craigslist, to see if any other women posted ads about meeting someone special for friendship and more. Maybe I'd post an ad explaining what I was looking for. It was anonymous unless I decided to meet someone, so what could it hurt?

I had all evening to kill except for a few minutes needed to pack up my bathroom stuff and load up the car. I wanted to leave at 9am to avoid some of the heaviest traffic and make sure I arrived before dark. After browsing for a while, I decided against posting an ad. Dream girls don't post personal ads on craigslist, I'd concluded. Instead, I went and had a bath and sipped a glass of wine, then packed up and loaded up the car, and went to bed. I was excited, but exhausted. Sleep came easy.

I rolled over and grabbed my phone again. 6:47. Only 12 minutes since the last time I looked. Big sigh. I decided to get up and grab a shower since it was so early and I obviously wasn't going to sleep any more. I had already packed my shower stuff so I fumbled through the bathroom drawers and cabinets for my backup supplies. There, in the bottom of one my my drawers, was my waterproof bullet vibrator. I arched an eyebrow and decided instantly that we were showering together.

I brought myself to two hard orgasms over the next 10 minutes, one while leaning back against the wall and pinching my left nipple while I used the bullet on my clit, and a second while squatting down and using the bullet to tease my asshole while I fingered my pussy and rubbed my clit. I was too sensitive to go for a third so I finished up my shower and went to drop the bullet back in the drawer, but caught myself thinking for a second, and dropped it in my purse instead with a content smirk and a nod to it for another job well done.

I milled around the house for a couple of hours, then threw on a pair of yoga pants, a faded David Bowie t-shirt, and a pair of flip flops, and soon traveled to the edge of town and up the entrance ramp onto the freeway. Today was the first day of the rest of my life!

I typed the address into the navigation system and set the cruise control to 4mph over the speed limit. I'm not sure why, but I think I heard somewhere that cops will leave you alone if you're speeding by less than 5mph on the freeway. I have no idea if it's true, but it's worked out for me so far. I reached into my bag and felt around, grabbing the bottle of water and a SlimJim that I had picked up at the gas station. I only eat SlimJims and beef jerky when I'm alone, because, feminine dignity.

My mind was imagining a mystery unknown woman that I hadn't met yet, but would take my breath and sweep me off my feet and steal my heart. My imaginary lover was beautiful, in a natural 'girl next door' kind of way.

She has sexy feet with smooth skin and painted toes, with a toe ring and maybe a tattoo. She definitely loves jewelry. She smells like a tropical fruit, and is playful and fun. She has a great smile and a thick sexy body, and isn't shy in bed. She also has pretty nipples, a lovely pussy and asshole that smell and taste amazing, and is an eager lover who gives as well as she receives. And, hopefully, we're both super hot for each other and have the best sex of our lives.

I had a slight feeling I might be setting myself up for disappointment, so I switched my train of thought to maybe just kissing and feeling up another woman. It was still very exciting to imagine passionately kissing a sexy girl with sweet lips, and maybe feeling her tits and letting her feel mine. I shivered hard.

I had only been on the road for two hours, but my pussy was wet and I needed to pee, and decided to make a stop at the next exit to find a bathroom and freshen up. I found a gas station with attached restaurant that looked clean. I walked in past the counter and around the corner, and found the ladies room. To my delight, it was sparkling clean and smelled fresh, and appeared to be empty.

There were three stalls across from three sinks, and a small area to the side with a changing table. I chose the middle stall and stepped in and turned around, latching the stall door. I pulled my yoga pants and panties down to just above my knees, and thought I heard something. I quieted my breathing and listened intently.

Yes, there was heavy, uneven breathing coming from the stall between me and the wall. Then a small gasp. I heard wet sounds, rhythmic sounds, more gasps, and a faint moan. My heart raced and my eyes widened. Someone was masturbating in the stall right next to me!

My pussy twitched and I sat down to urinate. My neighbor chose that moment to lean into her task and let out a couple of audible moans, trying to use the sound of me urinating to cover her own sounds. I finished and went to wipe myself and let out a tiny involuntary squeak as the tissue rubbed across my swollen clit.

As if given a green light when she heard that, the woman in the next stall began loudly masturbating her obviously soaking wet pussy and moaning without concern for anyone listening. She knew I had heard her, and that I was feeling my own pleasure of some kind after my squeak.

I was on fire and soon rubbing my clit with dedication and purpose. My friend mumbled something about wishing she was licking my pussy and I lost all coherence. I announced to her (and the rest of the world) that I was cumming, and stiffened my body as the agonizing pleasure rolled over me and my pussy set off on a series of equally spaced contractions, a half second apart, as I came and came.

And came.

Somewhere near the end of my convulsions, I heard my friend hit her goal as well. After a long minute of post orgasm recovery, I grabbed a couple wet wipes out of my bag and handed them under the partition into her stall, then used a couple to clean myself up. She thanked me and said that she had never done anything like this before but that it was hot. She stayed in the stall while she spoke.

She was on her way to college and had just stopped to call her boyfriend and he had made her horny. She didn't want to try to pleasure herself while she drove, so she decided to wait in the bathroom until she was alone. She said she knew I was in there, but couldn't wait any longer and was so horny she had to touch herself, taking the risk that I wouldn't be offended and report her.

I had washed my hands and just finished drying them and told her that it was a first and pretty hot for me too, and I was glad it was me who stumbled upon her instead of someone that might not have appreciated her company as much as I did. I wished her well and headed back to the Audi.

Within minutes I was back on the freeway, my bare left foot up on the dash by the window, and a John Mayer playlist providing a gentle driving soundtrack for the last five hours of the journey. I was still in stunned disbelief as I thought about the fact that I'd just masturbated, sort of, with another woman who I never saw, in a public restroom at a gas station off the freeway. Even if nothing else sexual happened on my trip, that was the most excited I'd ever been and I'll never forget it. I will be masturbating to that memory for the rest of my sexual life.

Familiar scenery began rolling past my windows as I rounded the final curve before my turn off. It was just before 5pm so I still had a few hours of daylight left to hit the beach. I rolled up to the gate and stopped. The old Security Guard saw me, smiled and waved, and opened the gate.

My parents bought the condo years ago and we came here often while I was growing up. Dad chose it for it's location and unique design. It was built into a sharp hillside at the back edge of the beach.

The eight individual 2-story units were built in a straight line and in a stair step fashion where each one's main floor was ten feet lower than the previous one, from the top of the hill down to just above beach level. All of them had rear decks with wooden stairs that led down to the sand. The beach itself also sloped gradually about 40 yards down to the surf. The front side had covered parking and connecting breezeways over all the sidewalks. There were three identical structures on the community property grounds, and several outdoor and sporting amenities.

Dad stopped coming after mom died, and I had learned after he passed away four years ago, that he'd had it completely remodeled and updated just before he died, so it would be like brand new when it became mine. I haven't been here since then, but I know that the property manager still cleans and does regular maintenance on all of the units, even when they're unoccupied for a long time.

I made my way past the playground and tennis courts, past the swimming pool and putting greens, over the wooden bridge and down the slope towards the beach. I pulled in the driveway and hit the garage door opener, parked the Audi and headed inside.

Passing through the kitchen and across the open room, I bumped into something at knee level just before I reached the curtains at the back of the room. I reached up and drew the curtains open and gasped at the beach and ocean view through the all-glass rear wall of the condo.

No matter how many times I'd seen it, it still took my breath away. I turned around and gasped again. The old vinyl flooring had been replaced with marble tile. There was brand new track lighting, a large sectional sofa, a wet bar, a huge flat screen tv, and the kitchen was updated with granite and stainless steel.

The rest of the house was just as nice, and I sat on the sofa and shed some tears thinking about how much I missed dad, and mom. I discovered a wine fridge behind the wet bar, fully stocked with chilled reds and whites. I toasted dad and gulped the first glass like it was a shot. Hey, that was pretty good. Two glasses later, I decided to walk down to the beach.

I threw my suitcase up on the sofa and dug out my blue and white bikini. I wasn't ashamed of my body and even felt sexy when I could show more skin in public. This suit was semi-sexy, not a micro thong, but sexy. I slipped into it then grabbed one of the joints I brought and stepped out onto the deck. The water was a perfect blue green color and the ocean air smelled clean. I lit the joint and sat down and leaned back on a chase lounge, taking in the view. I took another hit and felt a little tickle in my throat, causing me to cough for a brief second.

"I can smell that" I heard a female voice say, from somewhere to my left.

I crept over to the edge of my deck and looked over the wall and down on the neighbor's deck. I gasped. Loudly. I was looking at the sexiest pair of bare feet that I had ever seen!

I'd seen a few others in person and some online, but these were the hottest I'd ever seen. Perfectly shaped, unblemished pale skin, the sexiest toes you can imagine with red sparkling polish that shimmered in the sun. Her left foot had an ankle bracelet and toe ring on the second toe, and the top of her right foot was completely covered with a colorful butterfly tattoo.

My fantasy dream girl feet!

I was staring for too long when I realized my shadow was being cast down to her deck near where her feet lay, and she now also knew that I had been staring too long. She stood up and walked out from under the overhang on the back of her condo, and turned around and looked up at me, holding her hand up to shield her eyes from the sun.

"Hi" she said.

"Hi" I replied, feeling caught. I was staring again.

"I'm Amee" she smiled, and maybe blushed a little at my staring?

"I'm July" was I slobbering? I hoped not. It was good weed.

"Wow, what a cool name" she smiled again, looking truly surprised. "Do you want to come down and bring that, er, what I smelled, with you? I can hardly see you up there with the sun behind you".

I couldn't see all of her, but standing there in her yellow bikini, I could see she was lovely and I wouldn't mind seeing more. My heart was pounding as I scooped up the remainder of the joint and the bottle of wine, and headed down the steps. I crossed the sand over to the steps that led up to her deck and made my way to the top. She stood as I reached the deck and walked towards me. My heart was pounding even harder as I tried to play cool behind my sunglasses.

She was absolutely stunning with long straight auburn hair, a gorgeous face with juicy lips, and a body that stirred my pussy. My eyes fixed on one of her upper thighs where there was a tattoo of a garter belt that was the image of a blue ribbon that had been wrapped around her thigh and tied in a fancy bow on the outside. I was mesmerized.

My gaze dropped to her sexy feet, and I felt my eyes widen. I was in utter lust with her toes and imagined them in my mouth and on my pussy. She cleared her throat or chuckled softly, or something, which quickly brought me to the realization that I'd been standing there staring at her, looking her up and down with what was likely a scary, lust-filled psycho stalker gaze.

"It's nice to meet you, July" she said, as she stepped forward and gave me a friendly and tiny kiss on one cheek, then the other. No body contact, just a brief cheek to cheek squeeze and tiny kisses that almost weren't kisses, like I'd imagined Europeans do.

Her touch left invisible marks on my skin at every finger tip, where she touched my arms. You couldn't see them, but I could definitely feel them. She smelled like coconut oil. I tried not to shiver.

What the hell was happening to me?

I'd just met this girl, but I was never more physically attracted to anyone. Ever.

"Wow, you are.....um......it's nice to meet you too" I managed, too enthusiastically. I'm certain I'd never blushed any harder.

"Thanks....you are....um.....too!" She giggled and blushed, and looked me up and down before flashing me an appreciative smile.

Her hand had drifted down my arm and was lightly holding the outside fingers of my free hand. I was shaking a little, which she noticed and squeezed my hand gently before letting go.

"Do you want to sit and finish that?" She nodded towards the joint and wine in my other hand.

"Sure" I said. "I was about to walk down to the surf in a few minutes too. You can come with if you want."

As I lit the joint, I could see her sneaking looks up and down my body, while pretending not to. My heart fluttered again.

Is this girl like me? Does she share my desires?

My nipples were so hard they hurt. My pussy was soaking wet and I needed to get in the water soon or my secret would be revealed. Her gaze lingered on my feet. MY feet. I couldn't believe what seemed to be happening. Meeting this girl, feeling an instant attraction, now thinking that she might feel the same?

I took a deep breath and tried to relax. I handed the joint in her direction and casually wiggled my toes, which broke her gaze from my feet. She looked up and our eyes met, she blushed and smiled, quickly turning her eyes to the joint. Our fingers touched again as she took it from me. Was that accidental or intentional? Either way, I liked it.

I stared intently at her face when she raised the joint up for a hit, especially her lips. They looked so smooth and thick, almost like they were candy coated. I imagined kissing her and suddenly shivered. She reached and grabbed my hand.