Rachel is a young woman, 30, gay and single. She's getting dressed to go out. She hasn't been out in a few months, hasn't really wanted to. She's just been working, she said to herself, and really just hasn't been feeling social, but tonight... tonight, she wants to have a drink and do some people-watching. As she was deciding on an outfit, she settled on something that was eye-catching... casual, not aggressive... a short skirt, strappy sandals, and a cute striped top that accented her boobs. And no panties, because she just felt sexy. She gave herself one last look in the mirror, and satisfied, she headed out.
Although Rachel lived a few miles outside of the city, the club just happened to be on her end of town, so she got there in about 15 minutes. It was right at 10 o'clock when she got there. The parking lot was mostly full, but not packed. It was a Saturday, which meant business, but an off-Saturday... no holidays or big events. Lucky for her, she found a parking spot close to the door.
Inside, she hugged the girl taking admissions, and then went to the bathroom to freshen up. You could hear a couple girls in the last stall having sex. After a quick check in the mirror, she left the bathroom and headed for the bar.
The club was pretty busy, just like the parking lot advertised, but not crazy. Rachel bought an appletini and scoped out the room for anyone she might know. She did recognize a couple faces, but nobody that she was really friends with. The burlesque show on the main stage was just finishing up, so she looked around for something else to catch her eye.
Over on the side of the room, some girl was getting spanked on the spanking rail. With nothing else going on at the moment, she headed over there to sit and watch the show. A table right up front was open and she sat down to enjoy some spanking. The girl getting spanked had some nice legs, Rachel could tell that. She was wearing a red school girl outfit, with white knee-highs and black platform Mary Janes. Rachel's eyes wandered slowly from bottom to top, taking in every inch of the girl's leg flesh. Creamy. Firm. She stared at the curve where thigh meets ass. The girl had on a black g-string, and her ass was a warm pink from the beatings. A quick flash of light and a trained eye showed that she had a blue princess plug in her ass.
After a couple more minutes, the show was over, and the girl stood up. She was young, early 20s, with long straight blonde hair. The other girl, the one dishing out the spanking, asked her if she was doing okay. She said she was, they gave each other a friendly hug, and the one walked away; they weren't really together, just doing a scene. The blonde caught her breath, animatedly waving her hand in front of her face, and then started to turn towards the bar.
As she turned Rachel's way, her eyes locked on Rachel and stared for a minute. "Ms. Andrews?" she asked, walking towards her. Rachel was surprised at being recognized.
"Yes?" She had no idea who this girl was, but she liked that the girl knew her.
"It's me, Kelly Wells, from Roosevelt" she said, sitting down next to Rachel. "Oh!" She caught herself, not wanting to be rude. "Is anyone sitting here?"
"Not at all," Rachel said with a gesture. "Have a seat." There was no way she was going to refuse this hot young thing. She remembered the girl's name as one of her former students. Kelly was just a kid back then, a high-school student... athletic, Rachel vaguely remembered, but quiet and awkward, and well, a kid... but that years ago. Now, she's a young woman, and quite a piece to look at!
The two girls started talking and catching up. Kelly, it turns out, is now 23 years old, and a year out of college. She got a degree in marketing, but that hasn't really panned out yet. Instead, she leaned on all her years of collegiate volleyball and turned that into a career as a physical trainer.
Rachel told of how she had enjoyed teaching, but of course, it had its downside, too... Then after 4 or 5 years, an offer came along to get into sales of educational software.
As they talked, Rachel noticed that a couple of times, Kelly paused in mid-sentence, and her eyes went distant for a second.
After a minute of silence, Kelly made a confession. "Can I tell you something?" she asked sheepishly.
"Sure!"
"Back in school, I had a really big crush on you."
"Really?" At this moment, Rachel was the one with a crush on Kelly.
"Yeah," she said. "You were just so hot, y'know. Still are," she corrected herself with a shrug and a grin. Rachel smiled. "I mean, I was just a teenager, and there you were, an adult, all grown up, but at the same time, you were just a few years older than me. It was like a vision of the possibilities. I kept thinking I could be like that in a few years. And I also just wanted to... well..."
This is going good
, Rachel thought. "Well, you are like that, Kelly. Look how you turned out. You're really sexy, and you're an adult now, too... just the same age I was back then."
"Really? You think I'm sexy?"
"Sure, honey, you don't need me to tell you that."
"Thanks. I do get a lot of compliments, but it's nice to hear it from you, though," she said, looking Rachel squarely in the eye. "I always wanted to kiss you." Kelly looked at Rachel for approval. Confident that Rachel wasn't going to turn her down, Kelly continued, "I wondered how your lips would taste. Sometimes, in my mind, I would touch your breast."
"They haven't been touched in a while, Kelly," Rachel told her matter-of-factly.
Confidently, Kelly called her out. "Speaking of breasts, I've noticed that you've been looking at mine a lot." It's true, she had been.
"Yes, I have," Rachel said with a nod. She slipped her hand under the table and placed it on Kelly's thigh. "And I'm dreaming of kissing you right now."
Kelly reached under the table, grabbed Rachel's hand, and slid it even further up her leg, Rachel's hand slipping up under the other girl's skirt. Kelly stuck her chest out a bit and asked Rachel, "So. Ms. Andrews. As a teacher... my school uniform... is my shirt too tight?" Heck yeah, it was tight! It was a size too small, and her ample tits were busting right out. The buttons were just about to pop.
"Wearing a shirt like that will get you a lot of attention. I think you need to come home with me. You need a lesson in what kind of attention that shirt will get you."
"Yes, ma'am, I need a firm lesson," she grinned, and they got up to leave. As they crossed the parking lot, Rachel said to Kelly, "I saw that buttplug you have in your ass. I hope you can take something bigger."