As a bit of background, we’d just been talking about what turns us on. I said the feeling you get when your eyes first meet with someone across a room. The eye contact that lingers just a split second too long. Your heart starts to beat a little faster and your brain starts to race with ideas – was it accidental? Was it intentional? Are they thinking the same things? Is this the beginning of something?
I’ll take a moment to describe us. First me – about 5’8 tall, blonde hair, blue eyes and weigh about 125 lb. I try to work out when I can and am reasonably happy with how I look (not a perfect figure, but certainly not bad either!) My pussy is mostly shaved, which I love, but with a little strip of hair left above. I’ve a 36B (sometimes C) bust, I’m 30 years old and single. As for sexual orientation? Bi, I guess. I’ve had some lovely relationships with men, but mostly into women right now. Also, and this is quite important for the story, I’m not into one night stands. Whilst, as you’ll see, things get going fairly early on, the scenario was always one of mutual attraction, respect and tenderness (as well as full blown lust!) with the aura of the beginning of a longer relationship. And a name? Well Stox if I’m in a chatroom, Gabrielle everywhere else, but I don’t suppose that will be easy to write with, so how about Susan? – someone who stole my heart and I still have very special memories about.
The girl I was talking with, Fiona, was 28, with a similar outlook on life to me. She was 5’5 tall, 34C chest, slim with brown hair and brown eyes - everything else (literally) will be revealed as we go along!
The setting was a wedding reception. There are big round tables with white tablecloths, about 10 or 12 place settings to a table, but the meal is over. A few people are still sitting, finishing their dessert, but most are standing, talking or maybe on the dance floor. I’m wearing what I feel good in, a classic styled little black velvet dress, hair brushed long onto my shoulders, no knickers (I just find it more comfortable that way!) and black hold up stockings. The dress is quite short, it comes to just over halfway down my thigh, but it fits well and looks elegant as well as daring.
Sitting on my own, I look around the room. A couple of tables away from me is a woman sitting alone. She looks in my direction and our eyes meet. The eye contact lingers. Embarrassed I look away, then unable to stop myself look back. I see she has looked away also, then raises her eyes again and looks at me a second time. This time there’s no mistake. She has a lovely face, shoulder length brown hair and deep brown eyes. I am instantly attracted to her and I feel my heart beat faster as she smiles the most gorgeous smile.
I hope I’m not wrong, I hope I haven’t misunderstood. That look has left me both excited and nervous. Standing up I look at her as I walk towards her - she’s beautiful. She’s wearing a light summer cotton dress. The thin straps leave her tanned neck and shoulders exposed, her firm breasts pushing against the material. Again she smiles as I stand beside her. “Mind if I join you?” “No, please do.” Sitting down I am careful to let my dress ride up, revealing the lace tops of my stockings. I see her eyes flick down and then back up, she smiles approvingly and I deliberately sit with my legs more than a few inches apart. It’s my turn to smile now as I see her nipples start to harden and to show through her dress. “Are you staying for coffee,” I ask. “No, it’s boring here. I thought I might go.” “I’m headed home myself shortly,” I say, “If you want to share a taxi?” “Yes, I’d like that very much.”
She stands up and I follow as she walks around the edge of the room towards the door. From behind I watch her and I start to feel my pussy tingle as I look at the way her hips move, the shape of her legs and I begin to imagine how it will feel to touch her, taste her, make love to her.
The taxi draws up outside the front of the building. It’s only a few miles to my house so I give the driver directions and sit back on the seat. Turning to face Fiona I look into her eyes again, making sure she’s OK. We move closer, I can smell her perfume. Still looking at her we both move together and kiss. A light kiss first, then becoming deeper, more urgent. I reach across and start to touch her, placing my hand lightly on her stomach, then reaching further, feeling her ribs, reaching across and sliding my hand towards her breast. As I do I feel her hand on my thigh, I open my legs to give her access and she slides her hand higher. I can feel myself getting wet as I anticipate her touch. My hand finds her nipple and I squeeze just hard enough for her to draw her breath, which I stifle with another kiss.