This story is based on reluctance and coercion in a lesbian setting. It's fantasy, for the enjoyment of people who take pleasure in such themes. But if this type of storyline is not for you, thank you for stopping by but please pass on.
Oh yes... the woman at the heart of this tale is Erika Donati. She is even hotter in real life than she is in the story.
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I felt the sexual heat run through my body and settle in my pussy. How could I feel so aroused, just from a series of glances?
Callie and I had found a restaurant close to the newly renovated convention centre. It had looked a little upmarket for us but the table d'hôte menu had been surprisingly within our budget. And in that early afternoon time zone between the end of business lunch and the start of happy hour, it was relatively empty.
The morning workshop had gone on for far too long and the only relief from the droning speaker had been when Callie had started her sexual games. I'm sure a couple of delegates nearby had noticed when she slipped her hand under the hem of my skirt but that sort of thing only encouraged her more.
We'd been an item for a couple of years now, ever since we'd met at a student demonstration in London. One thing had led to another. We'd gone with another group to a pub afterwards and as people had drifted away, Callie had told me she loved brunettes and invited me back to her small bedsit for 'coffee'.
I'd been with other women before, of course, but until I'd felt her fingers and mouth ravaging me, I'd been content to drift between lovers of either gender. She'd devoured me completely and since that night I'd been completely devoted to her.
I'd long ago discovered that the idea of sex in public, with a real danger of being seen, was quite a turn on for her. She was incorrigible in that mood and the long white tablecloth had allowed her to continue her games in the restaurant without being noticed by the few other diners.
Or had we?
It was the woman I could see over Callie's right shoulder who had tuned into our action. I was sure she had. I'd felt her looking at me... probing, searching. She was much older than either of us, in her mid forties, perhaps? A few strands of her dark hair sexily fell across her face and her dress was displaying almost as much of her long toned legs as it was her impressive cleavage.
But it was her eyes that had got to me more than anything. They smouldered.
There wasn't the slightest doubt in my mind that she knew what we were doing. Each time Callie became more adventurous under the table, the woman would smile at me while she flicked a hand through her hair, or ran her tongue across her full lips, or crossed and then uncrossed those long legs, or ran the tip of her finger across her fabulous cleavage...
God, she was a sexy bitch.
I found that I was becoming more turned on by her attention than I actually was by Callie's hand. More accurately, the way those deep eyes smouldered at me made me fantasise that it was her hand under the table, not my girlfriend's.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
I eventually excused myself and headed for the restrooms. A quick freshen up would help me ease the sexual tension I was feeling and then Callie and I would be heading back to register for tomorrow's conference. I'd never been unfaithful in my life, nor did I intend ever to break that resolution, yet by flirting so openly with our eyes, I almost felt that I'd been cheating on my girlfriend. Escaping from that piercing gaze would allow me to calm me down.
The exposed brick walls of the restaurant seemed to be closing in as I headed towards the restrooms, making me realise just how much I'd drunk while we'd enjoyed our meal. Callie was good with alcohol. I'd never been that way.
Alone in the bathroom, I hurried over to the sink and placed my palms face down on the cool counter. My heart was palpitating. I stared at myself in the mirror, seeing the need in my eyes staring back. As soon as we'd registered I'd take Callie back to the hotel and let her have her wicked way with me. She'd like that.
God, so would I...
My mind began to drift. Whereas Callie was blonde, my first experience of girl-girl sex had been with a brunette, just like the woman in the restaurant. She'd been a similar age, too. Sandra had been a professor at my University and had a reputation for taking a fancy to some of her students. I'd been an innocent in those days of course and had been putty in her hands.
The very first time she'd taken me back to her quarter's at the University, she'd done things to me I'd only seen in porn films. Then she'd introduced me to her strappy. I'd always been curious about what it would be like to be fucked like that by another woman. I bit my lip as the recollection began to overwhelm me. I could almost feel her large strappy thrusting inside me...
The thought of the woman in the restaurant doing the same to me loomed large in my mind. God, sometimes these sexual fantasies just appeared in my mind from nowhere. Sandra been so sweet and so gentle but the woman I'd just been flirting with wouldn't be either. The look in her eyes told me that.
Why the fuck did that thought turn me on so much?
My body trembled. Was I cumming? Without even touching myself? Impossible.
I was dabbing water on my face, starting to pull myself together, when she entered the restrooms. I saw her in the mirror as I glanced up and I felt a shudder of arousal run through my body. I hadn't expected this...
She stood with her back to the door, arms folded across her breasts, just staring at me. Then she spoke.
"I love the pose. Is that for me?"
I realised that I was still half bent forward. That was the position I'd automatically adopt when Sandra entered the room, naked except for her long strappy. A bead of sweat broke out on my forehead and I stood up and turned towards her. Those eyes were burning into me again.
Neither of us spoke for a moment. My hands rested on the counter behind me, holding me up. I felt weak at the knees.
She sauntered across the room, stopping just short of me. She had one meticulously plucked brow raised, the corners of her full lips turned up in amusement, and those dark eyes were sending a message that was impossible to ignore.
"You were waiting for me?"
I shook my head. I needed to get out of there as quickly as I could.
"Of course not."
She raised a hand to my face and when I quickly turned my head to the side, her fingertips caressed my cheek.
"Of course you were. We both know that."
I just stared at her, unsure of how to respond.My nipples were already piercing my thin top and if I let go of the countertop I would crumble in a heap.
"I have to get back to my girlfriend."
She nodded, acknowledging and yet dismissing the thought.
"The blonde? She's cute. But not as cute as you. You're both English?"
I pursed my lips and nodded. I couldn't trust myself to speak. There was something about this woman that crawled inside you and made you sweat. I'd never met anyone with such an incredibly powerful sexual presence.
"My my, what a small world...," she purred. "I grew up in Leeds. They were three of the best years of my life. But perhaps it's just as well that I moved here. If you and I lived close together, you'd be hell on my marriage."
