It all started on Saturday lunchtime in the lounge bar of the Four Feathers.
The canteen at work was not open so Jackie and I decided to have a pub lunch after a morning's overtime (if only we got paid extra for it!) and so here we were fighting the weekend crowd for somewhere to put the plate of sandwiches while drinking our beer. Finally we found a little space on the shelf around one of the pillars supporting the low ceiling. It was standing room only of course and one had to be careful not to swing one's arms about too much unless you wanted to make new friends very quickly.
We were standing next to a small round table where a dark haired woman in a smart trouser suit sat facing her younger companion, a pretty blonde in a pink blouse and an ankle length green cotton skirt.
I was to one side and slightly behind the older woman and almost on top of her in the crush of people.
They were both leaning forward towards each other in deep conversation and to my amazement the older woman reached down with her right hand to caress the girl's right ankle and then very slowly slid her hand up under the skirt until she reached her knee. The blonde gave a little gasp and her eyes opened wide. She bit her lip and I could see the pink flush rise up around her slim neck.
I could see by her breathing that she was becoming aroused and quite frankly so was I.
I glanced up at Jackie and she was staring down at the scene as though mesmerised. She must have felt me staring for she looked up with an expression that I can only describe as like a frightened rabbit. Then she mumbled something and was gone!
I moved forward to follow her but the crush was too great and as I turned around I found myself caught by the eyes of the dark haired woman. She seemed to be staring right into my innermost thoughts then she smiled at me and winked.
She returned her attention to her companion and very slowly her hand slid gently up the inside of the girl's thigh until it disappeared into the warm darkness. Only the slight movements of her wrist and the girl's ragged breathing told of the delightful intimate caresses now taking place.
She looked up at me with a knowing smile as she continued to play with her companion. I was captivated and I realised that she had intended me to see what she was doing. Would I like to join in or perhaps I wished that I were in the girl's place?
My heart was pounding in my ears and I had to hold on to the pillar to steady myself. Without thought I ran the tip of my tongue around my lips and her smile widened as she nodded. She leaned forward and said something to the girl as she withdrew her hand. She stood up, turned to face me and held her hand up between our faces. The first and second fingers shone with moisture and she quickly pressed their tips against my lips then she very slowly and suggestively licked them clean while her eyes never left their dark hold on mine.
"Eight o'clock here my darling" she whispered, "There's plenty more where that came from!"
And then they were both gone.
Without thinking I licked my lips and recognised the slight musky acidic taste that could only come from an aroused female. Almost my own taste, almost but not quite.
The difference was enough.
I was hooked and she knew it!
It was already nearly 7 o'clock and I still wasn't sure whether to go or not. Seductive thoughts of erotic adventures in the arms of a dark haired mistress were interspersed with feelings of self-doubt and even self-disgust.
Yet all the time I could still see that slim white hand disappearing under the girl's skirt, the fingers sliding oh so slowly over the smooth silky skin of her inner thigh and I saw again the ecstatic expression on her victim's face as she felt that soft caressing invasion and gradually succumbed to the delightful sensations coursing through her young body. What thoughts were struggling to find expression in that erotic haze I wondered, imagining it was I in her place, her arousal becoming mine as my thoughts drifted in and out of the lascivious daydream?
Yet it seemed that everything was already decided. I had bathed, washed and dried my long locks, brushing them until they shone like spun gold, and now I studied my wardrobe. What did one wear when one was going to be seduced?
I froze as the thought came unbidden, so natural and so unambiguous.
