Prologue:
My name is Miranda, and I'm a petite but curvy young lady living and working in London. I have a rather wonderful partner, who is very much a real gentleman. However, the last few months in particular, my bi-curiosity has become stronger for various reasons. One such reason was reading the stories in the bi-lesbian section at literotica. Another was at a recent wedding, where I stumbled into a room where two girls were embracing, and kissing each other softly. Even now my thoughts wonder back to that sight.
However, the main reason, I suppose, was the chat room at literotica. Adrian and I regularly read the stories, and one week, whilst he was away, I ventured into the chat rooms. Very quickly I discovered the bi-room, and started to talk to some of the girls in there. This just served to increase my curiosity, to the extent that I did something about it. I decided that there were three ways in which I could explore my new sense of curiosity, as none of my friends seemed to be inclined that way, and I was afraid to lose any good friends that I may have by suggesting anything.
The first thought was simply to allow myself to be chatted up, since there are numerous Gay/Lesbian bars within London. Another was to either place an advert, or to reply to an advert. The final possibility was to, whilst working away, seek the services of a female escort, which are numerous on the Internet these days. I still find this intriguing, and shall possibly contemplate, as I am interested in taking my passion for tie and tease further one day.
However, this is a true story of my first sexual encounter with a lady. I hope that you enjoy.
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Thankfully I got home early that afternoon. I don't know why, but a couple of days ago, after chatting with some girl in lit, I decided that Thursday would be the night. I wasn't sure what to expect, I had never been to a gay/lesbian bar before. That Friday morning I would be working from home, having an appointment immediately after lunch. But during the office meeting, I found it hard to concentrate on the topic, as my mind was anticipating the night ahead, both the good and the bad.
But I arrived home about 4pm, knowing that I had about two hours or so to get ready. I aimed to be at "Daisy's" around 7pm, entering whilst it was hopefully still empty. Daisy's is a Gay/Lesbian bar in a commercial centre in Northwest London. The area is affluent, many residents commute daily to the City. Consequently there is an assortment of bars, wine clubs etc. catering for all sorts. I had walked past Daisy's regularly but up to now I had not even contemplated looking inside, yet alone entering. Yet later that evening I would be entering, alone, not knowing what I would find…
I showered, and ensured my legs were still smooth from having shaved my legs over the weekend, before returning to my room. I was still unsure what to wear, whether to go in a short skirt and low cut top or not. However I decided to be cautious, and so after my matching pale peach bra/thong set I put on a dark brown skirt ending just below my knees (with a slit at the back) and a cream blouse. My hair was in a pony tale, and as usual, minimal makeup, preferring the au-naturale look. To finish it of, I slid my feet into a pair of dark tan leather boots and zipped them up to my knees.
I wondered into the bar just after 7pm, having spent some time in a good book store nearby. It was quiet as I walked in, several faces glancing up at me, of both sexes. I ordered a dry white wine, and sat on a table close to the bar on a stage, able to see everyone that came in.
I sipped my wine slowly, nervously, as various customers arrived, some of the sights sent shivers down my spine. But the music was lively, and not too loud. I was unsure how to proceed, whether to stay sitting or mingle. Whilst looking around, I heard a "Hello".
I turned to meet the stranger and said "Hello". She was quite tall, butch looking with extremely short hair. She introduced herself, and we chatted for a while, noticing that I was new. She was obviously a regular, and she was waiting for her partner. As the conversation progressed, it came out that I had a boyfriend, and was… well, bi-curious. With that, she made a hastily retreat. It was quite comical, looking back.
Alone, my eyes wondered around the room. It was very interesting and educational. The night was progressing and the bar was filling up. Some of the customers were the classical, stereotypical, gay/lesbian characters that you see portrayed on the television. Many however were not, starting with me.
Then she floated in. Her walk was so graceful that she almost floated to the bar. She sat down, ordered her drink and chatted with the bar tender. Obviously a regular, she stood out from many of the customers. She looked early- mid thirties, had long loose hair and was dressed in a baggy jumper and trousers. She was definitely attractive, to me at least. Whilst my eyes kept wondering around the bar, they often returned to gazing at her. I looked at my glass and it was almost empty, and was deciding whether I should leave, to either come back another day, or go into town to try a couple of bars there.
"Hi, I'm Jane. May I join you?" she smiled sweetly as she finished.
"I noticed your glass was almost empty, so I took the liberty in getting you a refill. I hope you don't mind?"
Speechless, I smiled, before I replied, "Sure, feel free. I'm Miranda." while pointing to a chair.
We soon ended up in deep chat, as she confirmed my suspicions that she was a regular. She was also bi-sexual, but currently had no partner at all. She was 33, and lived round the corner. She often used this place as a local, finding it more comfortable to sit on her own in here, than in another local pub. She had also noticed me glancing in her direction. Once as she smiled at me I had returned the smile, unknowingly it seemed as I did not recall doing it…
We ended up chatting for a couple of hours, sipping our drinks. She was pleasant and friendly, but could be bold at times with her questions. However, I did not find her intrusive. In fact her questions helped to reveal more about my bi-curiosity, and she helped me to understand my feelings. She also fully understood what I was going through, having undergone a similar situation when she was at University.
I felt at ease with her. Even when she rubbed her calf against mine, and moaned gently, commenting about my leather boots. Well time was getting on, and I had much to think about.
"I would like to meet you again." I stated.
"Are you on email?" I enquired, "Or are you one of the lucky few who have been able to avoid the Internet madness?"
I reached into my bag and handed her my business card, but wrote my home email address, asking her to write to that one if she wished. With a note of her email we stood up, hugged and parted, and as I started to walk I realised how wet and aroused I had become over the course of the conversation.
As I got home that night I could not stop thinking about Jane; her maturity and her ability to put me at ease. I removed my clothes, and laid on my bed. My hands unconsciously started to feel my body, cupping my breasts, stroking my now aching pussy through my thong, gently massaging my clit through the lace. I soon had an intense orgasm, gasping, and breathing heavily, before falling asleep, still in my underwear.
I awoke the following morning awake and clear-headed, until I realised I was still in my underwear. Then, as I remembered what happened when I arrived home, I looked around and saw that my clothes were uncharacteristically strewn across the floor rather then hung up or placed in the laundry bin.
Having made myself a cup of tea, and removed my underwear, I retreated back to bed, and thought about the previous night. I was soon caressing my body again, imagining it was Jane's hands touching me. My hands cupped my breasts, played with my nipples, stroked and caressed my body all over, before my right hand found itself at my crotch, fingers sliding in and out, as I worked myself up to a frenzy, gasping and screaming, as my body convulsed with a really intense orgasm.
