I am just another twenty something girl living her life in Portsmouth. Life here is probably typical of most places its always who you hang with that matters. I have lots of friends and am usually busy most nights hanging at the pub with my mates, enjoying a glass or two just passing the time as best as we can. On those nights when I stay at home I tend to end up getting to know myself a bit more. I have to admit that even on nights coming in late from the pub I tend to take some time with myself too. The night table next to my bed holds many of my 'other ' friends, friends I've come to know real well.
I should admit that I am a bit of an exhibitionist in that I frequently post photos of myself, naked to the Internet. I enjoy knowing that guys and even some girls out there are thinking about me in that way. In one of those photos I am naked with my legs spread and my smooth shaved pussy is entertaining one of my dearest friends, my purple vibrator. If you look closely you can see how wet I am as I plunge that vibrating cock into my own puss.
When I entertain my night table friends I think of various sex partners and lately I've been thinking about women almost as often as I think about guys. In those moments I imagine my purple vibrator is in her hands as I stare up at her tits bouncing above me. I dream about reaching up and touching her there, maybe even tasting her swollen erect nipples as she moves that vibrator faster, bringing me the relief I seek. I'm not sure I could ever do that, but on those nights when I conjure her up I cum hard.
I went to the pub last night looking to see if any of my mates were there and the place was almost empty. As I sat and ordered a glass I looked about and saw mostly older guys and their wives, none of my friends were there. I decided to take my time with my drink and see if any of my friends made it and if not? Well there was the night table and I knew those friends would be there.
I'd polished off maybe half of my brew when someone asked if she could join me. I looked up at a woman with long blonde hair holding two glasses.
"I thought you could use another and some conversation."
She said as she smiled down at me.
"Sure, I was just hoping some of my friends might come in but I'd love some company. Please sit. Thanks for the drink, my names Polly."
"Call me Jolie! I'm new to the area and was getting tired of fending off the married guys here. I figured if I joined you I'd get some relief."
"There all harmless but you are a pretty girl and its gets them thinking, you know?"
"Thanks for the 'pretty girl' comment and I know the guys are just being guys but all the same I'd rather not have to pretend to be so nice, I just wanted to relax and enjoy a drink or two. I confess you looked very interesting sitting here. A pretty young girl sitting all alone I guess I figured you'd been stood up and might enjoy some company."
So my evening took a different path and I must admit I enjoyed talking with Jolie. I also enjoyed wondering what she looked like naked but hadn't the guts to push my fantasy. Instead we talked about everything else. I learned where she worked, that she was single, that she came from London a few months before. I told her I was single that I lived alone and that this was my home pub and that I was usually among a bunch of mates, but that tonight none of them had showed.
We laughed at silly jokes and told each other stories about our lives. In the short time we were talking I felt as though I'd known Jolie her whole life, felt very comfortable with her and it seemed she was too. We'd each had another, my treat and were just about done when Jolie said.
"I know we just met, but I'm getting tired of the chairs here and I've got some great wine at home, would you like to pop up and share it with me? We can watch the tube or listen to music and I might even have some grub I can fix up to nosh on. Interested?"
Stunned by her offer, as I was just about to make the same offer I nodded and said.
"I'd love to. Let's finish up and go."
She downed the remaining third of her glass and seeing her do that I did as well, chugging the bottom half of mine then setting off with her. As we went to cross the street she grabbed my hand as we ran across avoiding traffic then giggling when we made it to the sidewalk. When she dropped my hand I felt it and wished she hadn't. I was also busy trying to convince myself to push this and see my fantasy through but at the same time I was afraid to scare her away. She led me through the main door then dashed up the steps with me behind. As we trudged up the stairs to her third floor flat I could not help but notice her well muscled legs as then pushed her trim body a few steps ahead of me.
At her door I stood behind her inhaling her musky scent as she worked the keys to open the door. She pushed it open and then dramatically bowed me into her place. It was a lot like mine, a simple one bedroom, I thought with a small living area, a tiny kitchen and what I guessed was a bedroom and bath. Telling me to sit on her couch she went to the kitchen and dug out her wine and a couple of glasses, hollering back at me.
"Turn on the telly or the music whatever you prefer while I get us something to snack on."
I decided on music and powered up her stereo finding she had it set to a station that played some soft quiet tunes. I figured we'd be talking a lot and so I left that station on to provide a nice quiet background. When Jolie returned with the wine and snacks she put it all on the table in front of the couch then plopped down next to me.
"I hope you like red, its good. Here try this."
Handing me a glass or red wine I sipped it then said.
"This is good, and yes I love red wine."
Once again we fell into easy conversation as we sipped our wine and nibbled on the cheese and crackers she's set out. At one point we both found a particular story she's told so funny we collapsed in one another's arms laughing hysterically. As my own laughter died down I gave her a quick hug then pulled back. Jolie looked into my eyes at that moment and tightened her embrace pulling her face close to mine.
"I'm sorry if this is wrong but."