On Friday evening, Olivia Lambert strode into Sappho's, her favorite bar and general hangout. Although she didn't particularly want a drink, she would have one or two and expected to buy several for one or more of the female patrons who would be present. Her desires were something much more carnal than liquor; she was there for sex with one of the women who would be drinking on her. Ever since she and her long term partner decided to separate, Olivia had regularly been dropping into Sappho's or similar establishments for pickup sex with somebody she would meet there. It was not as satisfactory as a permanent relationship, but it would be fun, and certainly better than spending the weekend alone.
By the time her bourbon and soda arrived, Olivia's eyes had adjusted enough to the dim light that she was able to look around at the prospects. She was elated to see Jessica, a plump, rather baby-faced blonde with whom she had previously very much enjoyed sharing her bed. The young woman was pretty, with a voluptuous body, had a pleasant personality and enjoyed the same things in bed as Olivia liked to do with a partner. Even better, she seemed to be there by herself, with an empty bar stool on either side and an equally empty cocktail glass on the bar in front of her.
"Daisy," Olivia addressed the bartender. "How about sending a drink to that blonde over there?" As she spoke, she pointed to the woman who had piqued her interest.
"Jessica? Okay, Livia. She's here by herself." The bartender was well aware that many of the patrons came there looking to meet other women for sex.
Minutes later, Daisy was placing a fresh cocktail in front of the blonde who, before taking the first sip, held it up in salute to the older woman who had bought it for her. Less than a minute after that Olivia, highball in hand, was seated on one of the bar stools beside Jessica. They were already well enough acquainted and fond enough of each other that they could forego any kind of introductions. Furthermore, either of them knew what the other was there for. Olivia was aware that Jessica was a femme, one of several attractive young women with submissive personalities who hung out in Sappho's and similar establishments. She and others like her went there to look for a chance to hook up with other lesbians, usually older and more aggressive women, such as the 35 year old Olivia. Since the latter was there looking for Jessica, or somebody like her, they could also skip some of the preliminary conversation.
"Hi, Jess. How are ya tonight?"
"I'm fine, Livia. Thanks, and thanks for the drink. How about you?"
"Can't complain." Both of the women had let the other know that they were well and not in their respective menses, so they could get on with what they wanted to do.
This would, eventually, be going to Olivia's apartment for sex but, having established that, they could take their time before leaving. The jukebox in the back of the bar started playing one of the slow numbers, and Olivia suggested dancing. The young femme liked the idea, and they moved around the floor, the older woman leading. As they danced, her hands roved over the blonde's body, excited by the soft, feminine curves. Jessica enjoyed the proprietary caresses of her partner's hands, and she snuggled up closer, so each dancer's breasts were caressing those of the other. A few more couples joined them in the dancing area, and they all exchanged friendly greetings. Quite a few of the regulars were there that night, either with their significant others or looking for a chance to hook up, as Olivia and Jessica had already done.
Another drink and a few more slow, cuddly dances later, and Olivia asked Daisy to call a cab to take her and her partner for the night back to her apartment. The two women shared the back seat and, since they knew some people would be offended by displays of carnal affection between two women, they sat primly in opposite corners and kept their hands off each other. They had a whole night and the next morning to kiss and caress and generally enjoy themselves sexually with one another, and they had no problem waiting a few minutes.
The primness and waiting ended once they were in Olivia's apartment and she had locked the door. The two women kicked their shoes off, embraced each other warmly and kissed, mouths wide open and both tongues exploring and being welcomed. Olivia had felt Jessica's large, soft breasts pressed against her chest for much of the night, but what she really wanted was to fondle the succulent globes with her hands. While their mouths remained pressed together, she pulled the younger woman's frilly blouse from her skirt and reached up her back to unhook her bra. After pulling it loose and draping the wispy lingerie over the arm of a nearby chair, Olivia moved her hands around to the front of the blouse and gently held the twin treasures the bra had been supporting.
"Mmmm, I really love your boobies," she murmured as her thumbs found the nipples that were already erect in anticipation of what the women would be doing momentarily.
"They really love you too. See how the nipples are already hard for you." As was her wont, Jessica let the older woman take the initiative and stood in front of her and reveled in her ministrations.