We were presenting in the same session of a business conference. Not a large audience, a few hundred maybe, but enough to be nervous about, to want to prepare well, and to want to relax with a drink after.
Sally looked great - 30 something, blonde (this season anyway), with a nicely rounded figure, in a well-fitting business suit. I'd enjoyed her presentation from the panellist's desk. I liked its intelligent and interesting content, the rear view of her animated body and the slow low sexy tone of her voice. Now I had her company in the bar. Self-confident and articulate, she was the epitome of what excites me in a woman.
I said although I was a little nervous in advance, I always enjoyed the time in front of the audience, the adrenalin lifted my performance, or at least I thought it did. Sally replied, "Womon to woman, Louise, there is an extra dimension, you're aware that all those men are evaluating you sexually".
This caught my attention and I looked her in the eyes and smiled; there was an opportunity here. "But Sally although you have dressed formally you could have done more to conceal what a sexy-looking woman you are. So obviously you don't mind the attention".
"Well Louise it aroused me, didn't it you?". "Yes, it did. Can I ask you - was it just the admiring glances of the men that excited you?"
Sally hesitated and I could see her re-evaluating the situation. I was smiling confidently at her, maybe I licked my lips involuntarily, I don't know. Before I discovered the joys of girl-on-girl sex, I used to feel I was an attractive woman to men, but not premiere league in pulchritude. However, to my delight I have found that I seem irresistible to women who have any sexual interest in other women. I hoped to spark that interest in Sally.
"I'm not usually aware of women fancying me. I've never had sex with a woman".
I looked in her eyes and then briefly over her body. I resumed eye contact with a smile before speaking. I thought to myself - "I've never had sex with a woman" - great - so much better than "The idea of sex with a another woman disgusts me".
"Want to try it Sally?"
Her reaction was amusing. She is a confident experienced heterosexual woman who is well accustomed to the rituals preceding a sexual encounter. Now however she was hesitant and blushing, like an adolescent. I love it when I see that in a woman.
"With you, you mean?" - her voice was throaty and nervous. I nodded. "Right now?" - I nodded again. "In your bedroom, with me". I reached out to touch her hand and she didn't flinch or withdraw.
Taking my chance I leaned forward to speak. "I have an idea that builds on the exhibitionist frisson we both feel".
"What do you mean?" she asked, and her expression held a wonderful curiosity. My heart beat faster as I whispered my suggestion in her ear - and I inhaled her scent before leaning back to enjoy her smile and eager nod.
A few minutes later I was sitting in her hotel room when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to Sally, took her mobile that she handed to me, stepped back and used the mobile to take a picture of her standing there, smiling and totally professional-looking in her suit, though just a hint of nervousness in her expression. "Hi Sals, great to see you, just close the door and stand by the wall a couple of feet to the right please". She did so.
What I had suggested to her was that we take a sequence of pictures of her progressing from sober professional to abandoned sexual animal. And that that sequence should be in the context of her progress from doorway to bedroom. Imagine Sally's apartment with the pictures displayed in order on the wall. A casual visitor just using the lounge would see only the initial stages; someone progressing to the intimacy of the bedroom would also progress through this record of Sally's passionate nature. Not a practical idea of course but the very idea seemed to have raised her arousal to a new height.
"Just stand still there Sals please". I walked over to her, standing still and quietly though I could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, her body was ready for anything. Maintaining eye contact with her I ran my fingers through her hair, letting her long locks fall casually over her face. Watching her eyes I ran my hand over her body, lightly learning all her shapes. I reached under her skirt, "part your legs now Sal" and ran the edge of my hand between her legs, touching her sex through her damp panties. A light moan escaped her lips. "Kick your shoes off"
Smiling I stepped back for the second picture. Although she was fully dressed her demeanour with her mussed-up hair was now anything but demure. Her eyes looking at me and the camera phone were now filled with lust. A quick learner, this one!
"Another step to the right now". "May I make an observation?" - the sarcastic sassy Sal enjoying but also constrained by the rules of this game. "Standing here like this I think I understand why my body liked your suggestion and why women like posing for shots. It's a kind of bondage, the need to pose and stay still is like the silk cords that might tie us to a bed. We models surrender responsibility for our appearance and our treatment to the designer, the hairdresser, the make-up artist and crucially to you, Louise, the photographer".
