I noticed Paula when I registered in the Hilton lobby for the tenth reunion of my class. Paula Robins is a brunette with long shapely legs. She dresses to show her legs off, which was pretty daring at such a conservative university ten years ago. Nowadays short skirts are OK, as long as someone doesn't look like a slut. Paula's far from a slut; she's a very classy woman. When I was student, I thought of her as an "older" woman. But she's only eight years older than me, and now that I'm thirty she doesn't seem all that old. She's "Dean Robins" now, pretty high up in the university power structure.
I've been living and working in Seattle for the past five years. It was fun to be back in San Francisco for the reunion. One goal I had in mind was meeting old friends, and there was Paula. We hadn't been friends at the time, but friendly. She was too far above me to be considered a friend. Still, I was happy to spot her in the lobby.
Paula welcomed me with a kiss on the cheek, more affectionately than is common at this kind of function. I'd worked on a special project for her eight years earlier, so I thought the warmth was due to that. It didn't occur to me that Paula was available, because I knew about her long-term relationship with an artist named Shirley Jenkins.
I was lonely and pleased to see someone I knew. I'd been without a partner for over a year. I and Matt had decided it was best to split up, rather than torturing each other.
We shared a table at lunch and talked about our careers. I've been doing well in the advertising business, and she'd won some turf battles and now she's a real power at the University. I asked her how Shirley was. She looked down for a moment and said, "We're not together anymore."
"I'm sorry to hear that. You were a couple for so many years."
"She found someone younger."
I was shocked by her revelation and found it hard to respond. How do you tell a person that it isn't so bad that her long-term partner has ditched her for a younger woman? All I could do was tell her about my situation.
"I've split from my husband, so I know how you feel. It's tough, isn't it?."
"Yes it's tough, especially at night, when there's nobody to share my life."
We chatted briefly and after that went to different sessions.
That evening, after the main program, I saw Paula in the lobby and asked her to join me for a drink. I got a little mellow over cocktails at the hotel bar and it just came out of my mouth: "You know, I've always had a crush on you."
She looked at me closely, almost as if she was seeing me for the first time. Then she said, "A crush? I don't know how to respond to that."
I was embarrassed to have blurted out what I'd said. I tried to explain.
"I didn't mean it the way it sounded."
She smiled and asked, "How did you mean it?"
I had the distinct feeling that she was teasing me. I didn't know how to explain the attraction that I'd had for her years earlier. I felt like a silly tongue-tied girl, rather than a successful business woman.
Paula must have noticed how I felt. She reached over and held my hand. "No problem, my dear. We can talk about what you meant later. Have another drink."
We drank enough for me to feel *very* relaxed. Finally, we decided to leave and get ready for the next day's activities. Her room was on the twelfth floor, like mine, but closer to the elevator. As we got to the door of her room she said, "Come in, let's chat for a few minutes."
I nodded and followed her into the room. She removed her jacket and hung it in the closet. Then she asked me to hand her my jacket so that we could be more comfortable. I did that, and we sat down on the couch. I noticed her breasts under the white silk blouse. The air was charged with sexual tension. Was I imagining that, or was I just terribly lonely?
"I can mix a drink from the selection on the end table," she said. "What would you like"
"I'm not fussy. Do you have Scotch and soda? If so, that's what I'd like."
"Coming up. You drink like a man. Most women don't drink Scotch like that."
"Well, I feel very much like a woman."
Paula smiled at that remark but didn't respond. She handed the drink to me and made a a drink for herself. Then she said, "Tell me about your crush on me. What did you mean by that?"
"I'm sorry, Paula. I'm embarrassed to have mentioned the crush. It happened so long ago."
"Tell me about it. I find the thought of a lovely young woman like you having a crush on me quite exciting. Do you find me attractive?"
This was what I'd been hoping for since we met at lunch. I found her attractive, very attractive. I'd never had an affair with a woman but I've always found a woman's body to be much nicer than a man's body - nicer and softer. And I was lonely.
"Yes, I find you attractive, but it's more than just skin deep."
"What does that mean?"
"It's the way you carry yourself. You're very confident, and it shows. I've always been attracted to women of power."
"That's very perceptive of you. Yes, I'm very much a dominant woman. I prefer being the dominant partner in any relationship."
Was she telling me what I thought she was saying, or was I imagining it? The thought of getting spanked and being ordered to do something by a woman has always aroused me. Maybe it's a "mommy" sort of thing to be attracted to older women, especially those who seem in charge. An image of me stretched over her lap while being spanked flashed through my mind. It must have been all that alcohol in my bloodstream.
She leaned over to me and trailed her fingers, ever so gently, along the line of my jaw. I should have been surprised but I wasn't. Her touch felt natural, and inevitable. "That feels good after a long day," I said. "More, please."
Then she put her arm around my shoulder, pulling me close. "You're quite lovely, my dear," she said. Then she kissed me firmly on the lips. Our tongues touched, withdrew as if shy, and touched again. Paula wasn't satisfied with a "nice' friendly kiss. She started to work her tongue and lips against mine insistently, not waiting for permission of any kind. I would have given permission for passionate kisses if she'd asked me, but that wasn't her game. She was the aggressor and the boss. That suited me just fine. The idea of having a dominant woman take charge and make love to me was so arousing that my pussy was getting really wet, and so far all we'd done was kiss!
We pulled back and looked at each other. I wasn't sure about how to proceed. She solved that problem by taking charge. Paula slowly unbuttoned my blouse and removed it. I just sat there and let her undress me. I was aroused. It seemed like a dream, an erotic dream.
Then she slipped off my bra and kissed my breasts. The erotic dream was a reality, and my body responded. My panties were getting wet. She used her tongue on my nipples and then bit them gently. I was so excited at that point that my nipples, and the area around them, were super sensitive. Now I had the urge to take charge and make love to her.
"My turn," I said, and proceeded to remove her blouse and bra. Very shortly, two women naked to the waist were exploring each others' bodies. I was willing to go on like that for a while, but I wondered how to get more intimate. My pussy was dripping, and I needed more than kisses on my breasts.
Paula took the lead again. She put her hand under my skirt and put two fingers into my pussy. I've taken to masturbating a lot lately, but her fingers in my cunt felt much better than mine. She knew exactly what to do with her fingers. Paula found my clit and played with it, teasing me until I was ready to come. She knew how to bring out the slut in me, a slut with no shame about needing to be used and abused.
I exploded in an orgasm. My crotch was soaking wet. She pulled her hand out from under my skirt. Her fingers were wet with my juices. Very slowly and thoroughly she sucked on her fingers as we kept our eyes on each other. It was an erotic moment of sharing between us. She kissed me again, and I tasted myself on her lips.
"Let's relax," she said. Just lie here next to me and hold my hand." Then she said, "You haven't been with a woman before, have you?"
"No, you were my first. You must have sensed my inexperience. Were you disappointed with me?"
"Your inexperience is delightful, my dear. I'm pleased to be your first. I want to show you everything I know. Would you like that?"
"Oh yes."
"Does the thought of being with a dominant woman intrigue you."
"Yes, Paula, it does. But I'm not sure what that really means."
