OK, I'm back to tell you more of my story. I'm switching things up a bit by exploring a written video format at first. Try to ignore any assumptions, and imagine it, just as it's written.
Then I'm going to switch to third-person narrative so I can have a little more flexibility with the dialogue...Love and hot kisses...Jennifer =)
4:45am Friday...
[Tight film camera close-up on shower drain] Water flowing and rapidly disappearing through drain holes.
Sound of water splattering loudly.
[Camera pans, opens frame a little] Five toes come into view, the water dripping in large and also small drops, viewer sees French toenail tips as camera opens frame and gradually reveals entire naked , female adult foot, then the second foot about 10 inches away, comfortably spread. The woman is obviously showering.
[Camera continues to open just a bit more but pans upward, showing ankles, then lower calves] Water flowing in heavy drops and flowing sheets, falling downward, hissing and splattering all around.
The faint sound of moaning and heavy, irregular breathing can now be heard above the water noise as the camera continues to show the viewer the long female legs, water coursing down. Steam from the hot water gradually grows, slightly obscuring the view.
[Camera begins to slow its pan as her lower thighs come into view] Breathing intensity increases, becomes more halting and urgent as moans increase. French fingertips from one hand just come into view as camera has now reached her upper thighs, water running, heavily dripping and streaming from the fingertips.
[Now the camera focuses completely on Jennifer's right hand, fingers, enlarged clit, and shaved pussy, as the plunging fingers and hand are obviously involved in bringing her to orgasm] Her hips are thrusting and retracting, uncontrolled, urgent, irregular in rhythm.
[Quick, different shot of a brief bedroom scene, Jennifer engaged in total, vividly depicted, naked bodily contact with another non-descript, but well-proportioned, youngish female] The inference is a scene for the viewer's sake to show what it is Jennifer's imaginary thoughts are fantasizing about.
[Quick return back to the shower scene taking place]
[Camera opens frame a bit more to reveal Jennifer's other hand laid flat against the shower wall to steady her] Breathing and moaning very heavy and jerky now, as the powerful orgasm overtakes her and the fingers rub and bury themselves deeply into the soaking wet pussy. Moans of a reserved, private nature, meaning to not arouse anyone but her, are quite audibly heard over the sound of the shower's water fall. Jennifer is obviously alone there in the shower with her impassioned imagination.
Quickly the camera opens full frame to reveal Jennifer's entire body, eyes closed, her face in a sexual, dreamy state, her left hand now cupping her right breast as her forearm hugs her body for post-orgasm comfort, her swollen nipple being massaged with Jennifer's wet hand, as the water continues unabated.
Fade to black.
Friday, 10am. Coffee room at Jennifer's work.
The operations manager for the Gulfstream Aerospace satellite office where Jennifer worked in uptown Charlotte was conversing in an animated shoot-the-breeze conversation with the office manager when Jennifer walked into the company's nicely appointed breakroom with her empty coffee cup. Smiles and greetings were exchanged.
The conversation continued, as if it had not been interrupted.
The ops manager, Dawn, a well-dressed professional woman, said, "...so the new mint flavored birth control pills for women are going to be called....Pre-dick-a-mints." All three women giggled, and the conversation changed to:
"So Helen, for our office get-together next week, let's come up with another caterer."
Helen was an older, matronly woman who had the air of someone who'd been accustomed to a comfortable career with Gulfstream.
She said, "I know; that Office Solutions group didn't exactly pan out as well as I had hoped when they did our last party. I'll have to consult with some of my other office buddies to see if they can recommend anyone."
Jennifer absentmindedly listened to the conversation. Her thoughts had mostly been focused on the design she'd been working on since 7:30am, but she was now thinking back on the delightful morning episode she'd enjoyed so much while in her shower. A satisfied, small smile appeared on her face, as memories of the sultry fantasy came flooding back into her consciousness.
Her curiosity about the whole lesbian experience had suddenly, like a hammer head shark on the attack, become a burning quest, with a thirst that had become irresistible and urgent. Seeing the videos on the website the previous evening had so captivated Jennifer that she was now fighting to maintain her office composure. That spark had started a blaze which was now ravenously consuming every one of her idle thoughts.
The morning shower episode had only served to whet her appetite, as she imagined her sexy unidentified lover, the softness of her supple, young body burning its hot influence deeply into Jennifer's psyche. She felt terribly excited by the whole recent chain of events, but also somewhat unsure and confused since the experience was all new to her.
She returned to her private, nicely decorated office as the other two also drifted off to other places.
As Jennifer stole away and temporarily moved her lascivious thoughts to another compartment of her brain, she began to refocus her energy on the matter at hand; a drawing for the 11th redesign of a complex part of the plane's forward canard stabilizer.
As she reached for her coffee cup to give it another gulp, her eyes drifted down to the balloon-colored business card which she'd placed on her desk. She'd put it there, trying to come up with a sensible plan to somehow find a means to get back in touch with Vicki. As if on cue, the catering conversation from the break room came to mind once again.
She thought to herself, "Well Vicki probably would be glad to have a shot at some cash for such a job, if she had the desire for such an event. Hell, she's comfortable being around others, but she was probably like most college kids, in need of a little financial help in whatever form it might take."
Jennifer postponed the canard drawing, and picked up her phone, dialing the number listed.
As the phone connection made its characteristic tones, Jennifer felt her adrenal gland kick in, pumping that crazy rush of adrenalin into her nervous system. "Cool it", she told herself, not wanting to convey anything other than a helpful Samaritan attitude.
After two brief rings, a soothing voice said "Hello?"
