I've always enjoyed sex. I've never been shy about my body. And I can be quite adventurous sexually. I fall short of being a total slut, but not nearly a "good" girl either. But I had never had an interest in being with another woman until recently.
I am almost 27, single and attractive. Not drop dead gorgeous or anything like that, but I have a natural girl-next-door look and I have a shapely body that I work hard to keep. And I can be very sexy when I want to be and I have been known to turn quite a few heads. To give you a mental picture, I am 5'9, about 125 lbs., I have nice firm 34C breasts, long straight blonde hair and brown eyes.
Almost a year ago, I broke up with a long time boyfriend of 7 years. It was bound to happen. In our 7 years together starting in college, we broke up 6 times and we saw countless people in between our "breaks." Sean was a jerk but he could be so romantic too and he was a hunk. And when we were together, he could rock my world. This time, however, we were done for good. And I hadn't seen anyone for more than 2 dates since. I've had some fun encounters, but nothing that rocked my world. That is, until I met her.
Since the break up with Sean, I've been really horny. I even began going into chat rooms and having cyber sex... something I never did before. I found a few wife sharing sites where women and couples posted and swapped pictures of themselves. I even took some pictures of myself... but I haven't had the nerve to post them... yet. And I got curious about what it would be like to be with another woman.
I first saw her as I got on the train to head home after work. I recently moved out of NY City to an apartment within walking distance of the commuter train station about 45 minutes north of NY City. The train was full and I was standing in the well of the train by the door (there is no chivalry on the commuter train). She took the spot against the wall across from me. We looked at each other and shrugged and smiled, but no words were exchanged. Nor would there be for the rest of the ride. But I couldn't resist looking up from my book throughout the ride to sneek glances at her.
She was quite a bit shorter than I, about 5'4. I couldn't make out just how nice a body she had as she was wearing black pants and long jacket, but she was clearly petite. Her shoulder length auburn hair framed her adorable fresh, freckled face and her deep dark brown eyes were enchanting. She looked young, definitely in her twenties and I couldn't believe how attracted I was to her.
I couldn't keep my mind on my book. My mind drifted to thinking how I would love to be seduced by her. I began to devise ways to introduce myself and invite her for some wine and maybe dinner at my apartment. No! I could never do that... how mortifying if she had no interest. How do you meet women? My mind was racing. I was a puddle of emotion and I felt my panties getting damp. I felt very sexy that day in a short, black sexy skirt that showed off my shape and a white blouse that showed just enough cleavage to be sexy while still appropriate for the office (albeit, a creative one as I work in advertising). I had no hose that day (or most days) and was wearing black sling back heels.
Before I could devise away to start a conversation with her we arrived at the first station stop and enough people got off to open up several seats. She grabbed her bags and found a seat. I remained standing as I had been too deep in my daydream to pay attention and the empty seats were taken. Besides. it afforded me a nice view of her still.
I continued to fantasize about meeting her. I had convinced myself that she definitely liked girls and certainly, I would be very attractive to her. Then, we reached my stop. She didn't move. Neither did I. I couldn't believe it. Why didn't I get off? I couldn't just get off and let her slip away. But now what was I going to do? What would I do when we get to her stop? I had no clue, but stayed on the train as we made stop after stop. She didn't move and I was getting further and further from home. And more and more excited. The butterflies in my stomach were becoming unbearable. I was trembling. I finally took a seat where I could keep an eye on her.
Finally, we reach the last station stop. The end of the line and she got off the train. I held back slightly to follow and see where she would go. Would there be someone there to pick her up? Please no, I thought, that would be devastating. I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched her get into her car in the parking lot. A two seater.
I suddenly came to the realization that I was now stranded! I looked around and saw that the last taxi was leaving with a passenger. I had no idea when the next southbound train would come. I was flustered now and must have looked more than a bit confused and upset because all of a sudden a car pulled up in front of me and the window rolled down. It was her!
She leaned across the passenger seat and called through the window, "Hi, you look a little lost, do you need a ride anywhere?"
Oh my god... now what do i say?! I couldn't think quickly enough, when I stammered out that I had missed my stop and that I guess I would just wait for the next southbound train to get back, she offered me a ride, "don't be silly," she said, "I can give you a ride back to your station."
Well, now I really didn't know what to say, how could I tell her my station was a good 30 minute drive south, how dopey could I be to miss my station by that much? My first instinct was to decline the ride, to save face and tell her I was fine, that I really wouldn't want to put her out. But something came over me and I told her the truth. I don't know what it was that drove me to say it. I couldn't believe that the words were coming out of my mouth, "Well, to be honest, I live in White Plains and I've spent the last 30 minutes riding the train trying to get up the nerve to ask you for a drink and dinner." I'd heard lines like this from guys before, but never thought I'd actually deliver it to another girl.
She broke into a big, adorable smile and laughed. "Well, hop in because I was hoping to ask you the same thing." I couldn't believe it, I was floating on air as I walked toward her car and opened the door to get in.
She smiled as I got in and said, "I'm Wendy." I replied that my name was Courtney and we drove out of the parking lot. I've never been so excited and terrified as I was at that moment. I was a mess. I could feel myself trembling. My hands were shaking. I thought to myself, what am I doing?
Wendy smiled at me and must have sensed my nervousness saying, "you poor thing, you really look like you could use a drink, I know the perfect place." She was so calm and self assured which only made her that much more attractive to me. And hardened my resolve to be cool.
I mustered a smile and laughed as much to disarm my own tension as anything else, "yes, you have no idea how nerve racking it is to ask a woman out."
She laughed, moved her hand from the stick shift to my thigh and with a gentle pat and rub of my thigh, assured me that she did.