I'm not what I would call a lesbian as I've slept with men in the past, my taste for girls came during my years at university. I'm 5'4", slim but still firm for a 37 year old, small breasts (B cup) and am considered pretty and younger looking than my age.
I was on holiday in Cape Verde with my then girlfriend, Debbie, it was just before lockdown kicked in so the place was pretty quiet. We'd decided to head to the beach bar for drinks and to sit in the shade for a while. My bikini was still wet from swimming so once we got there I headed to the toilet and removed my bottoms. I was wearing a wrap - albeit a very small one which would cover my dignity although it's quite exhilarating feeling the breeze against my pussy.
I put my bag down beside Debbie and went to the bar. There were only two others at the bar, a couple sat facing the sea. As the bartender mixed our drinks I spun around on the barstool to face Debbie with my legs wide apart, leaving nothing to the imagination. I then proceeded to stroke my pussy for her, her eyes and smile grew wider as I grew hornier although I didn't notice that the female half of the couple had switched chairs and was also now facing me. Even though she wore sunglasses I could tell she was staring straight at me and at my pussy!! Thankfully the drinks were now ready and I quickly shuffled my way to the table and sat with my back to the woman.
I was so embarrassed at having shown a stranger my pussy, maybe she didn't see anything - who knows.
Debbie tried to light her cigarette but couldn't and asked the couple who were both smoking if she could borrow their lighter. As one drink led to another we entered into small talk with the couple and then Debbie asked them to join us. I sat right up to the table because I noticed that as soon as I sat down the wrap didn't cover anything, I may as well have been naked from the waist down!!
The couple were Dutch, probably in their early 40's and were both very trim, she, Gita, was very attractive, Tall, elegant, small breasts but an ass to do die for!! Their English was also very good which made the conversation flow.
The man, Peter, and Debbie were talking football which bores me to death and I can't remember what I was talking to Gita about but we were having a laugh. For a moment I forgot about how I was dressed and shuffled around a little to face my new friend. Gita got up and ordered another round of drinks, then as she took her seat she slid her knee in between mine and smiled. She had her elbow on the table and dangled her arm off the table, the back of her hand was now on my inner thigh. Her fingers began to move a little at a time, stroking the inside of my leg whilst her knee was applying pressure to the inside of my left knee, forcing my legs a little further apart.