“So the girl whale says, Listen buster. This is just a first date. A blow job is one thing but I’m not swallowing any seamen!”
Jill laughed hard at the punch line from Katy’s joke. The second bottle of wine that Jill and Katy were sharing back at their hotel room only enhanced their joie de vivre that had started at tonight’s banquet.
Jill was the Assistant Director of Finance for a non-profit. In her late thirties with a husband, two kids and a dog, she thought of herself as a ‘seasoned’ member of the staff. ‘Youngsters’ like Katy would come to work for the organization right out of college, get two or three years experience and move on to better paid positions in the capitalist (can’t quite escape the idealism that drove her to this position) sector.
One of the perks of Jill’s position was the annual trip to the association conference. For three days she got to talk to others from around the country and see how they solved problems similar to the ones she had. This year she had even given a presentation on Budgeting Priorities. Katy had gotten to go when a more senior member in her department, Marketing, became ill at the last minute. As the only two women on the trip, they shared a room together.
The Friday night banquet always finished the conference. Jill and Katy sat together at the same table but the rest of the group had been scattered around the room as each person tried to get the last measure of information from their counterparts. Jill suspected that the guys were really trying to hit on other women and didn’t want to be under the glare of a female who knew their wives.
Married for almost fifteen years, Jill was quite comfortable in her marriage. Tall and still slim even after children, she had dressed in a backless green sheath that complimented her red hair. Since her breasts were small B cups and perky, she was able to go braless also. She knew she was attractive, after all she had been chosen sweetheart of her husband’s (then boyfriend) fraternity in college. But she also knew that she had never been a potential Miss America.
She loved to dance. Her husband didn’t like to dance so Jill took advantage of the banquets to dance as much as she could. She flirted some at these meetings but if an acquaintance got a little grabby on the dance floor, she would beg off the remainder of the evening as being too tired. This year she didn’t have any unwanted advances. With the wine provided by the association, Jill drank more than she normally would have and was feeling little pain as the night wore on.
Katy had just been married a year. She looked fit to kill in the burgundy dress that perfectly complimented her glossy black hair and dusky skin tone. With a slit up one side almost to the hip, a lot of leg showed. Jill saw her flirting but also happened to observe the abrupt break on the dance floor half way through the evening when Katy’s partner let his hand wander below Katy’s waist. Katy sat out most of the remaining dancing but kept up in the wine-drinking contest and was enjoying the conversation.
As the band announced the last dance, Jill discovered that she and Katy didn’t have any partners. Being slightly giddy from the dancing and the wine, Jill was loosened up.
“Would Madame care to dance,” Jill asked in a deep voice with a mock bow. Katy giggled her assent. It was a slow song, so Jill held her arms out formally. Katy, however, moved in close, slipping her arm around Jill’s slim waist and putting her hand on Jill’s bare back. About half way through the song Katy laid her head on Jill’s shoulder.
This was the first time Jill had danced with another female since college. She was reminded forcefully of that when, at the end of the song, Katy turned to leave the floor but tripped. Jill caught her, ending up with a handful of boob. Jill blushed brightly and apologized. “Gee, I’m sorry. I was just trying to catch you from falling.”
“Hey, you were a lot smoother than Bob Kirk tonight,” Katy winked at Jill as she referred to the incident Jill had seen earlier. As they were walking out the door Katy spotted two more bottles of wine that were opened with corks in them but seemed to be full. She swiped them. “Might as well continue the party in the room since we don’t have to get up in the morning.” Katy was commenting on their travel plans. This year’s meeting was on the opposite coast from Jill and Katy’s office. To get the cheap airfares they would be staying over until Sunday.
Returning to the room, they each took a turn through the bathroom brushing teeth and changing into the long tee shirts that they had happened to bring for sleepwear. Katy’s tee was sleeveless and when Jill came out of the bathroom she was greeted with a side view as Katy leaned over trying to extract the cork from the first bottle. Katy’s breast was not just peeking out through the armhole; it was positively leering. Jill’s eyes confirmed what she felt earlier. Katy had at least a C cup but very firm. Jill quickly averted her eyes, moving around in front of Katy.
“Need any help,” Jill asked. But just then the cork made a satisfying pop and the party was on again. As the first bottle died, they went through husbands, old boyfriends, and silly college high jinks. The jokes started on the first glass of the second bottle.
After the jokes the conversation seemed to stall. They were both sitting on their beds facing each other. Katy was sitting cross-legged. In this position she had flashed Jill several times. Jill thought the brief glimpses of thigh and panties were accidental, encouraged by the high volume of alcohol both had imbibed. Jill was sitting on the edge of the bed, her long legs stretched out to rest her feet on the rail of the opposite bed.
“Did you see the tattoo that Bonnie Parker had,” Jill asked. “It had to be as big as my hand. Right there on her shoulder! I just don’t understand why anyone would get one. You can’t ever change your mind.”
“I … I’ve got one,” Katy said hesitantly in a quiet voice.
Jill could see that the younger girl looked hurt. “I’m sorry. I have never noticed yours. I’m sure it’s more tasteful than Bonnie’s.”
“Would you like to see it? I don’t mind showing you,” Katy said brightening.
Thinking it was probably a small butterfly or flower on the girl’s back or tummy, Jill replied “Yeah.” Showing a little appreciation would ease her co-worker’s hurt.
Sure enough Katy stood up and lifted her tee shirt. Just as the tee shirt cleared Katy’s panties, Katy stuck her thumbs in the waistband and pushed the panties down. They dropped to the floor. Katy stepped over Jill’s legs to straddle them moving to about a foot and a half in front of Jill’s face. Katy again pulled her tee shirt up almost exposing her boobs.
Jill laughed aloud. She didn’t think she’d ever seen anything so adorable and clever. On the right side of Katy’s abdomen was the head and neck of a black cat. On the left side was the unmistakable tail. Between was glossy black hair just like on Katy’s head. “Your pussy is so adorable,” said Jill, giggling.
