She was standing at the bar in a white leather mini skirt and a hot pink bikini top. She looked to be about 22, with long blonde hair. She was maybe 5â6â with a body most women would die for. She looked to be around a 34c, with a flat tummy and a perfect butt. Iâd known girls in high school and college that had experiences with other girls, but I never felt that way, and hadnât wanted to try anything of that nature. That is, until now. Just looking at her stirred feelings inside of me that I never knew existed. This girl was mesmerizing, and she had a look about her that screamed SEX. She caught me looking at her a couple of times, and she smiled at me. Even her smile was exciting.
I quickly finished my drink and ordered a couple of Kamikazes. I couldnât believe how I was feeling towards this girl. What was I thinking? I took the two shots and closed my eyes trying to block out the thoughts I was having. When I looked up, she was gone! I was saddened and relieved at the same time, because I felt that an opportunity had slipped away that would never again come to pass. But, at least she wasnât there to tempt me. I settled back into my chair, and was about to order another drink, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and there she was! She put out her hand and introduced herself.
âHi, Iâm Bridgetâ she said smiling, âwhatâs yours?â
âLisaâ I said, shaking her hand and trying not to stammer.
âMay I buy you a drink?â She asked.
âSureâ I replied, and she sat down next to me.
She told me that she had seen me walk in, and that she had to meet me. I was stunned. I had never been approached by another girl before, and I found it very exciting, but it also made me nervous. She asked me what I was doing tonight, and I told her that I was just unwinding from a very hard week at work, and that I had even had to work until 4:00 today. We talked for about an hour about our careers and what we liked and disliked, and how much we both enjoyed shopping and going out.
We were both drinking Vodka Collins with Kamikaze chasers, and over the last hour we had become quite drunk. I could feel my inhibitions draining away as time went by. Bridget seemed to be taking every opportunity to touch me. When she first did it, I almost jumped out of my skin, because I was so attracted to her. After a few drinks, I found myself wanting her to touch my hand, my arm, my leg, or anything else she wanted. The more I looked at her the more I wanted to be with her. I was also taking opportunities to touch her and make her aware of what she was doing to me.
The conversation eventually turned to dating and sex. Now I was really getting worked up. She told me about this guy she had dated for 2 years, and that he had recently left her for someone else. She went into great detail about how great the sex was, but that it had been a superficial relationship, and that inside she knew it would never last. I told her that my dating experiences hadnât been much better. I explained that most of the guys I had been with were looking for one thing. Even though it was enjoyable, it never lasted long enough to be truly satisfying. I even told her I had become quite accomplished at taking care of myself.
Holding my hand and looking me right in the eyes, she told me that her last relationship had left her cold towards men, and that she had found much more enjoyment with women. âDid I just hear that?â I thought to myself. In my drunken state, I thought Iâd imagined it. That is until I felt her hand rubbing up and down my thigh. She seemed to be very interested in me, and I was very interested in her. My inhibitions were just about gone now, and my brain was giving in to the lust Bridget was generating inside of me. She leaned over to me and whispered in my ear,
âSo, are you going to let me have my way with you or what?â
I was shocked at her being so forward, but in the state I was in, it was perfect. I donât think I needed much more seducing anyway. I was already more aroused than I ever remember being in my 26 years. I leaned over to her and said, âOh God yes!â
With a very sexy look on her face, and in somewhat of a slurred voice, she said, âThen what the hell are we still doing here?â
She took my arm and led me out to the parking lot. I told her that I was in no condition to drive. She told me that she would drive because she lived just down the street, and that she could make the trip blindfolded. When we got to her car, she grabbed me and pushed me against the passenger door. She pressed her body to mine and kissed me deeply. Her bare leg slid between my thighs as her hands worked their way around my back. She pressed her lips to mine and her hot tongue entered my mouth. Our tongues were dueling in this very deep, passionate kiss. My mind was spinning, and my body was on fire. I had never before experienced such lustful desire.
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer to me as I ran my shaking hands over her perfect ass. She moaned into my mouth and then slowly pulled her lips from mine. She looked me right in the eyes and said,
âI guess weâd better get to my house and finish thisâ.
She opened my door and then ran around and got in the car. I couldnât tell if it was the alcohol or the hormones racing through my body that were causing my blurred vision and weak knees, but at this point I didnât care. I slid into her car and leaned over to her. As we drove away, I was running my hand up and down her thigh while I kissed her neck. I then ran my hand up her incredibly soft, flat stomach to her beautiful breasts and felt them through her bikini top. They were so firm, and her nipples were getting hard.
âWould you please stop teasing me and kiss them!â she said in a very anxious voice.
I pulled up her top and kissed her right breast. It was so soft and so warm. I couldnât believe that I had waited so long to experience this joy. I slowly licked the nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. Mmmm, what a delightful feeling that was. Becoming more and more consumed with passion, I ran my hand up under her mini skirt. To my surprise and pleasure, she wasnât wearing any panties. I could feel the heat emanating from her crotch, and I moaned deeply with pleasured appreciation. She told me that she hardly ever wore panties, and if she did, she wore thongs. I was glad she hadnât worn any. I was about to slide a finger inside of her when we pulled into her driveway.
âMmmm baby, donât stop now,â she moaned deeply.
I continued sucking on her beautiful breast, and slid two fingers deep into her wet, silky pussy. It felt incredible! Even when I fingered my own, it didnât feel this nice. I fingered her for about five minutes then pulled my fingers out of her hot velvety cunt. I put them in my mouth, and sucked them clean. It was my first taste of another girlâs pussy. I was amazed at how sweet and creamy it was. I was becoming intoxicated with Bridget, and she new it. I looked into her eyes, and they were filled with lust. She grabbed my face and pulled it to hers. It was like she was kissing me from the depths of her soul. Our tongues intertwined and our hands were all over each other. We were acting like two horny teen-agers making out in the back of Daddyâs car. When we stopped kissing, we realized that we had been making out for a half-hour, and that we were both sitting in wet spots.