When I first met Gina, I knew she was special.
It wasn't just her looks, oh no, even though she was extremely attractive. She was not overly tall, average at about 5' 4". She was a natural red head and not one of those brassy reds but a mellow, subdued red. She has these amazing blue eyes, the color of the sky on a sunny day in May. Her lips were medium-sized, not too small or too large, fitting perfectly into her elf like face. Her nose was piquant to say the least, small and up turned. She had a sprinkling of freckles across her face and her skin was that pale cream that so many Irish girls are lucky enough to be born with.
I had only been out of college a few years. As journalism major, I thought I was on the fast track when I landed a job fresh out of college at one of those glossy celebrity magazines. Truth was I was hired as low girl on the totem pole and functioned mostly as the office gopher. I knew that with time and effort I would move up the ladder so for now I put in my hours, did my assignments and enjoyed the perks. It was at one of these perks that I met Gina.
The magazine was constantly hosting celebrity events and parties at the toniest and poshest places in town. This was Manhattan after all. And as a valued employee, I always received a pair of tickets to some of the less in demand soirees, undoubtedly in an attempt to fill out the crowd. In one of these crowds, I spotted Gina surrounded by half a dozen people and worked my way over. I was immediately impressed with her poise and conversation skills and she seemed to be intently listening to me as well. I also noticed her checking me out, oh yes.
I am not much to look at but I am attractive in my own way. Long brown hair, greenish grey eyes, medium skin tones, large breasts, all laid upon my 5' 7" frame. My nose is too large, my eyes too far apart and my feet are as big as boats. And yet, I have never had trouble meeting women. Imagine that.
After a while, Gina and I worked our way from the crowd and into one of the small curtained cubicles that lined the main room. Once there, we sat side by side on the oversized sofa and compared our lists of likes and dislikes. She casually laid her hand upon my thigh while we were talking and managed to work her lips so they were brushing against mine. Her hands worked their way up the inside of my blouse and freed my eager breasts from my bra. Her fingers teased my nipples as her lips teased my mouth for what seemed like hours. My nipples were hard and my cunt aching with need when she stood, her lips swollen from our kissing, and offered me her hand. I grasped it, standing, and, as she led me out of the club, I attempted to hastily cover myself.
She took me to her place. It was a loft in an old warehouse. As soon as I stepped in the door, I began to admire the high ceilings and open space. I took another step further into the room and she stopped me with a finger pressed to my lips.
