Leslie checked her watch; it read 8:05, just when the crowd at her favorite bar would be at it's fullest. As she strutted up the steps to the Victorian home-turned lesbian bar, she could feel the cool night air making it's way up her one-piece red mini-dress, carressing her bare thighs. She stopped and lit a cigarette, and swung open the front door, entering the house. The lower level was the women's area, the upper level the men's. Tasha, the door-woman, greeted her warmly, and Leslie made her way directly to the bar, winding her way through the various females drinking and talking. The jukebox rang out with a new Madonna song, and most of the girls swayed to and fro to it's beat. She knew many of the women, and greeted them all with a hug. Leslie was a regular here, and it was her usual hangout on Friday evening. Several of her friends complimented her on her new short haircut, and Leslie loved the attention.
She finally settled in at a vacant barstool, and eyed the crowd. Brandy, the barmaid, brought her the usual drink: vodka and cranberry. Crossing her legs seductively, right over left, brought the attention of the usual women who were there every night, always trying to secure her attentions for the evening. Leslie could feel her body warming, her nipples hardening under the soft cotton fabric. Being around so many females always had this effect on her and she relished the feeling. Her first smoke finished, she mashed out the butt in the nearest ashtray, and surveyed the other women sitting at the bar in the reflection of the full mirror, which exposed the entire room.
She recognized only one of the three pairs of couples, but at the far end was another woman sitting alone. She was sipping on a glass of wine, and the woman's close-cropped hair resembled her own. Leslie found her very attractive, and began to keep her eyes riveted on the stranger. Her face was a thing of beauty, and Leslie could only tell she was wearing a white blouse of some sort. She seemed to be in her middle forties, which made her all the more attractive to her. Leslie was about to walk over and introduce herself, but suddenly eye contact was made through the mirror. The woman smiled at her, and, of course, Leslie replied with a seductive grin. Leslie and her new friend kept exchanging glances, and by now her nipples were like pebbles, aching to be touched, and showing proudly through her dress. The time for decisive action was at hand.
Leslie grabbed her drink, and quickly wound her way to the opposite end of the bar. Before she knew it, she was upon her prey, went in for the kill.
"Hi, I'm Leslie," she said, extending her hand.
"Hi Leslie, I'm Gwen. Nice to meet you," was the reply.
"I haven't seen you in here before, and I come here pretty regularly. First time?" Leslie asked. She noticed what Gwen was wearing, which consisted of a black mini-skirt, the white blouse, her bra clearly visible through the fabric, and black pumps. Her legs were crossed as her own had been minutes before, and the total picture was enticing. She moved in next to Gwen at the bar, their legs touching, and she pushed her bare thigh up against Gwen's leg.
"Yes, it's my first time here," Gwen answered, although nervously.
"Well, Gwen, it's a really nice place, and it's easy to get to know the girls here. Can I buy you another glass of wine?"
"Sure Leslie, I would love it."
Leslie got Brandy's attention, and soon the wine was placed on the bar.
"A toast to you, Gwen, for coming here tonight."
Each sipped their drinks, and as Leslie set her glass back down on the bar, she could feel Gwen's eyes on her hard nipples. This only served to fan Leslie's fire, and she soon felt that familiar tingle between her legs. She moved in closer to Gwen, and tipped her chin up.
"I can tell you like what you see, Gwen."
Startled, Gwen groped for words, but all that came out was a slow "uh-huh". Leslie rested her hand on Gwens exposed knee. She looked around the room, taking in the sight of all of the different women around them.
"Gwen, can I ask you something personal?"
"Of course, and I must say, I feel quite comfortable with you."
"Have you ever made love to another woman?"
"Only once, several years ago, but I could never put it out of my mind."
"And you enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"Yes, very much so."
"And now, due to some unforseen circumstances in your life, you are at a lesbian bar."
"Yes. I just had to come here, as if something inside of me was calling me."
Gwen was quickly drinking the glass of wine, as if to sooth the erotic effects that Leslie was having over her. Her breath was quickening, and her nipples were becoming hard under her sheer bra. Leslie turned and faced the bar, and Gwen could not help but notice the curves of Leslie's butt and legs. It was a heavenly sight to behold, and her arousal increased in leaps and bounds. This woman is seducing me, Gwen thought. She did not feel that she had the power to resist, nor did she want to. Butterflies roamed her stomach, and her face felt flush.
"Do you feel like going to my place?" Leslie asked.
"I would love to," Gwen replied.
Without saying a word, they left the bar, and Leslie took Gwen's hand as they walked through the small parking lot toward their cars.
"Follow me, I live close," Leslie instructed.
Gwen only nodded in reply. She was captured, and she knew it. Shortly thereafter, Leslie was pulling into her driveway, followed by Gwen. Once inside, they exchanged small talk, telling each other where they worked and other unimportant information. Leslie made drinks, and the two women settled in on the couch in the living room. More conversation followed, and Leslie took Gwen by the hand again, and looked deep into her eyes.
"Gwen, I want to show you something," said Leslie.
