It was late Friday afternoon, and Anna's day at work was almost done. As it had been doing all day, her mind started wandering to a conversation she'd had with a female she'd met the night before at the local coffee shop.
Anna was 34, approximately 5'7' tall, with long, silk, sandy brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. She was proud of her appearance but often wondered why she was still alone and hadn't been able to find her "dream girl".
"Perhaps it's the fact that I don't go out often, working so much and all," she thought. "All I have time for is this cute little coffee shop, not the ideal place to meet a woman."
And until last night, she was right.
"Do you mind if I sit here? There are no tables available and I don't like sitting on those god-awful stools!" said a bright young redhead as she stared at Anna, smiling.
"Sure, no problem," Anna replied, mesmerized by her smile, as she reached out her hand. "My name is Anna, nice to meet you."
"I'm Stacey," the redhead answered as she shook Anna's hand firmly before sitting in the seat opposite Anna. "So is this your usual hangout?"
Anna couldn't stop her eyes from wandering as the young woman sitting across from her went on, making small talk. She was extremely beautiful, her red hair a little past her shoulders, the light from the room highlighting small brown streaks. She was well built, with strong shoulders and luscious breasts. Gazing at them, Anna wondered what they would look like under that tight fitting black top. Her mind wandered as she pictured caressing them, letting her hands move over what she imagined would be nice, soft, pink nipples.
Anna blushed. This poor woman, just in for a coffee and all she finds is some weird woman staring at her beautiful body. Gathering herself, Anna looked into Stacey's eyes and then down to her soft, full, luscious lips.
"I do come here often, when I'm not working. A good coffee is all I seem to have time for these days. I'm an accountant and I'm stuck in a stuffy office for twelve hours."
"An accountant? Hmm, not what I expected," Stacey quipped, her lips forming a soft smile.
"What did you expect?" Anna replied, curious about what this young woman was thinking.
Stacey blushed, and Anna's body responded in a way that she hadn't expected. "God, she's so beautiful," she thought to herself. Stacey continued, in spite of her obvious embarrassment.
"Well, I just didn't expect someone as beautiful and as toned as you sitting all cramped up in an office all day. I pictured you more of a physical person, maybe a massage parlor or a gym."
Anna wondered whether this beautiful woman was flirting with her, or was just overly friendly. Either way, she could feel herself blushing.
"Oh, well thank you for the compliment. Actually, I do work out; I have a small gym at the apartment I live in and I head there when I'm not working my ass off. But enough of me, Stacey, tell me about you."
Anna listened intently as Stacey told her about her job, her friends and the fact that she was a single bi-sexual woman still looking for "the one". She discovered that Stacey was a 27 year old woman that lived within walking distance of her apartment, in some townhouse units that she passed everyday on her way to work. The more Stacey talked, the more Anna wanted to know about her. She was totally mesmerized by this woman.
"So what about you? Tell me about Anna," Stacey said. "
"First of all, I am a lesbian -- and I'm still looking for the right one too. I've had a few relationships, but the women I've been with have been unable to handle my long hours at work. My work is important to me."
Stacey brushed her hand across Anna's, sending waves of electricity through her. Her touch was incredible and Anna imagined she'd be an incredible lover. Even though they had just met, Anna found herself being quite attracted to this beautiful woman.
"Well Anna, if they couldn't understand that, they weren't worth keeping anyway. You need to be loved and accepted for who you are."
"Well there's more to the story." Anna continued as she looked down at her hands nervously. "You see, in bed I'm a little different than most women."
"How so?"
"I'm an aggressive lover. While a lot of women are more gentle and passionate, I'm more firm and -- well, dominant. The women I was with didn't like that. It's not that I'm rough, but I like to be in control."
"They were crazy then!" was all Stacey said, smiling brightly. Anna was shocked. Not once in her 34 years had she gotten that reaction about that part of her sexuality. She was intrigued.
"Wow, that didn't scare you off?" Anna replied. She couldn't help but smile.
"How could someone so sexy and intriguing scare me? You're silly!" Stacey said, laughing.
The two women talked, laughed and flirted for three hours before the cashier motioned to them that they were closing and Anna got Stacey's phone number and they decided they should call it a night. And now, as Anna sat at work, watching the clock, all she could think about was the redheaded beauty she'd run into the night before.
When closing time finally came, Anna quickly finished what she was doing, locked up and headed out to her car. Before she could even close the car door, she was dialing Stacey's number.
"Hello?"
