Some years ago in Rhodes, I participated in a three-day seminar mounted by a big Greek company of accounting software. It was a really interesting seminar but the most interesting thing was that there I met Vivian. She was from Athens, an accountant too, tall and thin, older than me but very sweet. We felt comfort together since the very first moment. Though Vivian had a magnificent smile and used to laugh loudly, she hadn't a feminine look; she was a butch, with short black hair, rather bushy brows, a strong chin and strong arms. She didn't wear necklaces, rings, bracelets or other jewels and her nails were unpolished but, however, she looked attractive to me because of her nice figure, her big shining eyes and her unique endless humor. We spent the two nights together, the first in a nice pub and the second in a very special nightclub. So, we had all the chances to talk a lot and find out that we were both lesbians. I admit that later, as I was alone in my room, I thought of a lustful night with her but there was no time for it. It was the dawn of our third and last day in the island; our flight to Athens was about midnight.
It was late noon (or, better, early afternoon) when the seminar came to its end and I was thinking of some fast food and some sleep, because it was almost 3.00 am when we left that nightclub last night, so I hadn't slept more than four or five hours. You can feel my surprise when I saw Vivian standing in front of the elevator bank. She hadn't gone to her room since she was still holding her paper case. She was a real butch in those khaki pants and a light blue faded man's dress shirt.
"Hi Vicky! Are you busy now?" she asked, looking straight at me and smiling. Her voice was clear and strong with just a hint of forcefulness.
"I don't think so," I answered. "I was just thinking to eat something and take a bath and some rest because I am a bit tired. What can I do for you?"
"This is not a bad idea," she replied. "We can drop our paper cases in your room and have a quick lunch together. We can try the hotel restaurant so we won't be late."
The way she said it made me feel very vulnerable and, while I did really want to run to my bed, I felt a pressure to comply with her wishes. Before I could answer, the elevator door opened and Vivian took me by the arm and led me inside. I pushed number 6 and the elevator door slid shut and began its ascent. On the way up she was just looking at me. When we got to room 609, I opened the door and let her go in first. I was very nervous, but felt powerless to do anything about it.
"Nice view," she said as she looked out of the window. "My room looks at the back yard of the hotel, so I can see nothing interesting from there." Then she left her paper case on the table and looked over me from head to toe. I was feeling more and more self-conscious as Vivian looked at me with a critical eye for several seconds. "You know that I love brunettes," Vivian said, as she reached out and closed the door. Then, walking over me, she ran her hand up and down her arm and came so close as if trying to kiss me.
"Do you know what I want to have for lunch?" she whispered softly. By now Vivian's hand had roamed all over her and was lightly massaging my chest. Though the previous night I had done many kinky thoughts about us, my heart was knocking so hard that I couldn't spell a word.
"Well, honey?" she continued louder. "Can you guess what I die to eat right now?"
