Katrice was the sexual predator and leader in the girls lesbian lovemaking. Whereas with Nick she tended to be submissive and Jayne more dominant, when the three of them were together those roles were reversed. Katrice started things, she pushed the boundaries and she made mini love to Jayne not vice versa.
Jayne suffered a lot of guilt and concerns over her outpouring of her bisexual or even lesbian tendencies. She was becoming seriously worried about her sexuality. Nick had now become a figure of distaste to her. She hated his harshness, his hairy legs and bristly beard. She was starting to resent the way he made love. It was quick and almost rough. He rushed her, being more concerned, or so it seemed, with his own pleasure than with hers. And being penetrated by him, having him invade her and push his cock deep inside her was starting to repel and not thrill and excite her as it once had.
When alone, usually travelling, she thought about it a lot. Putting everything together, she was becoming very worried that she was actually becoming a full-on lesbian. She had to know, she had to find out. She needed to put an end to her concern as to whether she still fancied and could go with a man, other than Nick as that was becoming less fulfilling with almost every fuck.
It was such a long time since she had done anything like this. The occasional lover she'd been seeing for a year or so had become even more occasional as he had decided to behave and revert to being faithful to his wife of 30 years
They were on a training course and knew each other slightly, having once worked in the same ad agency. They were staying at the same hotel as were a few other delegates, but most were at a cheaper place so they could pocket the difference on their per diems.
"Would you like to join me for dinner?" he asked her.
They got on well, had a nice meal and drank too much wine. She was wearing a purple, halter neck, sleeveless top and a black, pencil, probably a little too short, skirt with high heels and black tights. Adam was wearing a white, Ralph Lauren shirt and black, linen trousers. It was after ten and they had finished the meal. It was then that she made her mind up. Leaning forward, knowing the halter neck would gape and he would get a good view of her cleavage and some of her boobs, she looked right into his eyes as she placed her fingertips on the back of his hand.
"It's been a nice evening Adam thank you, I have enjoyed myself."
She watched his gaze leave her breasts and travel upwards to meet her eyes. He turned his hand and gripped her fingers. She didn't pull them away.
"Does it have to end now?"
"I have to get to bed," she smiled.
"Exactly, that's just what I had in mind," he grinned.
"I'm not sure that's too good an idea?" Jayne smiled back crossing her fingers.
Sliding his hand up her bare arm almost to her elbow he said quietly. "I think it's a marvellous idea."
"Well yes I guess you would, but then you don't have a reputation to maintain as I do."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, there's a table over there who all know me and there's several people in the bar who would be very interested in seeing us walk out together."
"It's almost the same for me, after all I am married."
"Yes, I was aware of that."
"Look, Jayne," he said running his gaze from her eyes down to her chest then back up again as she felt his knee touching hers under the table. It was a long time since she had played footsie and it felt nice, so she didn't move. "Let's just have a nightcap in one of our rooms and see what happens shall we?"
"A nightcap, if we wanted that we could have that in the bar, couldn't we?"
"True," he smiled running one of his fingertips in little circles on her wrist as he rubbed her calf muscle with his leg. "So, for respectability what shall we call me visiting your room?"
Laughing at his cheek she said. "So, it's my mini bar that gets hit is it?"
"Tell me your room number and I'll order champagne."
"Ok eight-forty-two and give me a good fifteen minutes," she said standing up and saying probably unnecessarily loudly "Good night Adam."
She wasn't sure whether she should undress at all. Perhaps just down to her bra and panties or completely maybe and wrapped in a towel. Was the etiquette nowadays for such one-night stands for her to be in bed naked, but then how could she open the door? And what if the champagne turned up before Adam? In the end, she decided to remove her tights, have a quick wash, change her panties and slip into the fluffy white robe the hotel supplied and offered her to purchase for forty pounds.
As luck would have it, Adam arrived just moments before the champagne. The young waiter must have known what was going on, for she was in the robe and Adam was fully dressed, but then he was probably used to it. He did, though sneak a few sly glances at Jayne's boobs and legs.
It had been ages since Jayne had done a one-night stand, but it was a little like riding a bike, you never really forget and the process hadn't changed much. A couple of glasses of champagne as they talked, sitting next to each other on the bed, his arm round her, the kissing period and then his hands inside the fluffy dressing gown. He pulled it apart so he could see and get at her breasts. She undid his shirt and between them they struggled his trousers off. Lots of stroking, rubbing and caressing before her bra came off and he sucked and chewed her nipples as his hands slid up her legs and onto her panty covered, damp pussy lips. She got his nicely hard cock out from his boxers, which he pushed down as she removed her panties. Considerately remembering to wear condoms he then fucked her twice in just over an hour.
As he left her room the next morning, she was so pleased to be able to say honestly.
"Yes Adam, I enjoyed it as well."
*
"The bastards been at it again," Katrice said as Jayne walked into the house two days later after the stay at the hotel and the nights with Adam.
"How do you know? Anyway, where is he?"
"He's gone to Germany, I took him to the airport in his car, mine's being serviced."
"How long's he gone for?"
"Fucking forever I hope," Kat said tears coming into her eyes. "Four or five days."
"How do you know did he tell you?"
"Fuck no, he would never do that or admit anything. I found these," she said pulling a pair of bright red panties from the pocket in her thin dressing gown. "You don't wear such a colour do you?"
"Where did you find them and no love red doesn't go well with my pubes?"
"Under the driver's seat in his car."
"Were you looking?"
"No, he drove to the airport then I got in the driver's seat and tried adjusting the seat and it got stuck so I looked under it and lo and behold a pair of bimbo's fucking knickers were caught up, see where they are torn."
"Maybe he did that getting them off her. Any idea who it is?"
"Not a fucking clue the bastard, I've had it up to here," Kat went on the tears drying up and being replaced with an anger.
"It's not all bad love," Jayne said cuddling Kat.
"No?"
