"Are you doing anything tonight?" I asked my cute young intern, Sophie, when I bumped into her in the tearoom, "I know its Friday and you probably have things to do, people to see..."
"No, I don't have any plans for tonight Mrs Smith," the 18 year old blonde replied, smiling at me, "why do you ask?"
"I've told you, please call me Pam," I smiled back as I stepped closer to her. "My husband is away for a week or so and I just wondered if you fancied coming over for a girlie night; you know, watch a couple of films, drink some wine, and gossip like fishwives..."
"That's sounds like fun Mrs...Sorry, Pam," she beamed at me, "I'd like that a lot!"
"That's great!" I said, "I'll give you my address and expect you at, say, 7 o'clock?"
For the rest of the afternoon I struggled to stay focussed in my classes, as my mind kept going back to Sophie, her pretty face and her fantastic figure. Maybe I should explain; although I'm happily married to John, and have been for 25 years, I've always been turned on by the thought of being with another woman. I've never actually done it but I have masturbated countless times dreaming of it, imagining how it must feel to touch and taste another woman's body.
Don't get the wrong idea, I hadn't invited Sophie over to seduce her or anything, but I really did enjoy her company and if nothing else I could spend the evening eyeing her up, enjoy her company, and then abuse myself for hours once she had gone home.
Come 7 o'clock there was a knock on the door, and I opened it to find Sophie standing there, looking gorgeous as ever, with a bag clinking from the bottles of wine inside.
"Sophie, so glad you made it, come on in!" I bubbled, hugging her before standing aside to let her in.
"Thanks for inviting me over Pam," she smiled as I ushered her though to the kitchen, "it's very kind of you."
"Well, I thought it would be a good opportunity for us to get to know each other a bit better," I told her as I poured two glasses of wine, "and to be honest I could do with the company, what with John being away for a week."
We talked as we went through to the lounge, where I had already laid out some snacks and had a selection of DVD's ready, chick-flicks in the main. We set one going and settled down on the sofa, chatting away like we'd known each other for years. I told Sophie about my husband John, our marriage, his job, and as we talked my eyes were constantly drawn to her legs; Sophie was wearing a pleated skirt that finished just above the knee, and her shapely legs were clad in black stockings or hose - I couldn't tell which, but I liked how they looked.
The wine flowed and the conversation turned, as it always did at some point, to our relationships. Sophie seemed impressed that I had enjoyed 25 very happy years of marriage - she confessed that she hadn't dated anyone longer than a few months.
"I guess I just haven't found the right one yet," she sighed as we watched a couple making out on the screen, "but hey, that's OK, I can always rely on my trusty vibrator if no-one is to hand!"
"Yes, thank God for those!" I sighed as I tried to picture this beautiful young lady using one on herself, "when's John's away for so long I get through a lot of batteries!"
It must have been the wine, as I'd never usually confess to something like that, but I felt comfortable telling Sophie. I was feeling very relaxed and was enjoying the young blonde's company a lot, and she seemed to be enjoying mine just as much. More wine was drunk and another film went in, and we seemed to move closer together on the sofa.
At some point in the new film the two main characters, both women in their fifties, were shown in a flash back to when they were in their twenties and in a relationship together. We watched in silence as the two sexy women started to make out, kissing and caressing each other in a scene that had me feeling horny and jealous.
"That is beautiful," I moaned softly as I watched the sexy scene, feeling my pulse quicken and my pussy tingle.
"Oh yes, you can't beat the touch of another woman," Sophie sighed, "it's so hot!"
"I'll take you word for it," I told her.
"You've never tried it?" she asked me, looking at me in surprise.
"Well, no," I replied, "I've just, never...um."
"Oh Pam, you don't know what you're missing!" Sophie said sincerely, "I thought a sexy and attractive woman like you would have, you know, tried it at some point."
"No, never," I said, gulping down the last of my wine, feeling myself blush as this vivacious young woman looked at me, "I've thought about it, but never had the opportunity."
"Would you like to try it?" she said in a low and soft voice, her free hand settling on my knee, "there's just the two of us, it would be our little secret."
"I, I don't know," I stammered, staring into her green eyes as her hand gently massaged my thigh through my jeans, "I've never...um."
"Pam, you're a beautiful woman," Sophie said as she put her glass down and took mine form my hand, putting it down too, "and since we first met I've wanted to kiss you - will you let me do that at least?"