This is a story I had written under my assumed name, Alicia Dawn, which I no longer use. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it, or maybe I should say re-written it correcting the many mistakes I had made. Places and names are only a coincidence to add flavor to the story.
I also would like to thank a close friend, Chris Reed and Mac for helping teaching me how to write a better story. I know that some may still find an error or two we over looked, oh well, shit happens.
My name is Kayla McBride, I'm five six, hundred twenty five pounds with short brown hair (exactly like Halle Berry's hair) I was born in Turkey from an American father and Turkish mother, my father met my mother when he was on a military assignment in the Middle East. My father whose parents were Italian, and my mother Turkish, you might say I have a lot of Mediterranean blood in my veins. People say I'm sexy and attractive with my firm C cup breasts, brown eyes and Olive complexion.
I am now living at the RiverHouse high-rise apartment building in Washington, DC, with John, my husband who I'm married to for eight years, no kids, and no pets. John is working for a contractor supplying hardware for the military. He has is in easy walk to the Pentagon from our apartment. The apartments is close to everything, shopping, restaurants and we even have a Starbucks just around the corner. The apartment is on the eight floor, overlooking the Potomac River and Washington Monument.
I work as a travel agent in the Crystal City Shops. Sometimes going and coming from work the elevator stops at the sixth floor when I started noticing this woman either getting on or off. She is about five three very short pixie black hair, around hundred thirty pounds, firm B cup breasts, dark eyes and light skin complexion. Her legs and thighs were firm and muscular, indicating that she worked out regularly. While noticing her, my thoughts were a little confusing, I am not into women, but at the same time she was making my pussy moisten and tingle. I tried not thinking of her any more until that one day when she turned my world upside down.
It was a Tuesday, riding down the elevator; I was staring straight ahead thinking about my marriage and how unhappy and lonely I was feeling. I then noticed her staring at me, realizing I was staring at her. As I looked into her eyes, I could see warmth and a bit of mischief in them as she arched her eyebrows, giving me a slight smile at me. I saw a sparkle in here eyes. When the elevator stopped on the first floor, she again looked at me, showing me her perfectly white teeth, giving me a wink before walking out the door. It was when the doors closed I realize that I was holding my breath.
For the rest of my day, my thoughts where on my mysterious woman, sharing an elevator ride with me occasionally. I could see her in my mind, standing there, with her sweaty white t-shirt and black work out shorts. As I sat at my desk, each time I thought of her, I could feel myself smiling, and my pussy getting a little wetter.
Filling the whirlpool tub I sat in the hot water with the jets sending bubbles over my body, thinking about my life. I married John, eight years ago. We both were in our junior year in college. I had taken American History in the fall semester that year. We had sat beside each other, and by the time the semester was over, we were dating. After we both graduated, we got married. Maybe we should have waited until we were a little more secure, but then isn't hindsight always better. I think the best part was deciding to wait before having any kids. Actually, looking back, it was more like a blessing to wait.
After we were married, our sex life was fun but not terrific, at first it seemed like he wanted sex, sometimes seven times a week. Then it dropped down to three to four times a week. By then the rockets' red glare and bombs bursting in the air had long faded. Before long, I was lucky enough to have sex once a month. I'd go out and buy something really sexy at Victoria's Secret, which only worked once or twice. I even tried to meet him at the door one day naked. Hell, his only comment was, "Gaining a little weight are we?" He slept on the sofa for two weeks for that little indiscretion.
Last year, he was promoted to district manager and started traveling quite often, being gone sometimes up to two weeks at a time. In a way, it was almost a blessing for me, not having him around all the time. My sex life did get a little better, even if it was my five fingers or Mr. V, as I called my favorite dildo. Actually, this is Mr. V the second; I wore the first one out.
For the past six years, no matter how many different ways I tried to talk to my parents, their only comment was, "He is such a good man, you can't divorce him, and what would the neighbors say?"
Being the good daughter that I am, I'd just lower my head and pretend that I agreed. I decided to make do with the situation I was in but I just sometimes I just wanted to say, "Fuck being good, I wanna real life and get laid!" Getting my nails and hair done I would sit and listen to the women around me talking about the gossip of who is seeing who and who is running around on who. I knew I didn't want to be a part of all that gossip. Maybe I just needed someone a lot closer to home without any chance of being seen out in public.
For the most part I concentrated on my job as a travel agent, going to the gym four days a week to keep my college figure. It now became my normal routine, when John was gone; my vibrating dildo and I had this love affair going. I think it was the vibrator who couldn't get enough of my pussy, because it was always in me.
As I laid there in the warm water, caressing my breasts, tweaking my nipples, I could feel my pussy starting to tingle. I slipped my finger down my slit, caressing around my clit, then going lower until my finger was at the entrance of my now wet hole. Reaching down with my left hand I spread my lips open, then using two fingers I began circling my hole, working my fingertips in slowly. With my fingertips just inside my pussy, I began tweaking my clit, pulling on it, making me moan, while pushing my fingers deeper into my pussy. I lifted my ass, and rammed my two fingers deep into my pussy, while rubbing my clit with two fingers from my other hand. Not wanting to cum to soon, I began caressing my breasts and pinching and pulling on my nipples.
As I lay there, slowly fucking myself, her face, my unknown friend in the elevator was before me. Her eyes were smiling at me, as if it were her fingers that were slowly fucking me. I started moaning and pushing my hips to my fingers as I began fucking myself harder and faster. Her smile seemed to get bigger, her face closer as my body suddenly stiffened, my pussy was clamping down hard on my fingers. I could feel my juices coming out over my fingers mixing with the bath water I was sitting in.
As my breathing began to slow and return to normal, I reflected back to the intense orgasm, while thinking about my mystery girl in the elevator this morning. She had a masculine build, somewhat like a body builder. I began to wonder what it would be like under her control, make me do all kind of things with her. I've seen women in the gym, some wearing workout clothes so tight, it looked like they were wearing nothing, and you dam well knew it when you could see their camel toe as bold as ever. This girl had an effect on me I just couldn't explain, even to myself. I knew I wasn't a lesbian, but... this girl seemed to turn me on more than anything else I had experienced in my life before now.
I stood up, opened the drain in the tub and turned on the shower to rinse off the soap and wash my hair. After stepping out of the tub, drying myself off and blow-drying my hair, I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. Although I did go to the roof each weekend and get as much sun as I could, with my olive complexion, there seemed to be no tan lines that could be easily seen. Cupping my breasts, they were soft, standing firm and my areolas were a deep dark chocolate, my nipples were slightly more pinkish. When sexually excited they would be as hard as a rock and stood out at least one half an inch.
Running my hands down over my stomach to my mons, I kept my pussy shaved clean. When needed, I would treat myself to a facial and manicure, then have Lola do a Brazilian wax on me. Thinking of Lola looking at my pussy all the sudden made me shiver with excitement thinking that she will soon be doing me again, but this time, I will have more of an appreciation of her looking at me. Turning sideways to the mirror, my stomach was flat due to my workouts. My butt, as it has been referred to my "bubble butt," and to my pleasure, seemed to attract stares from both men and women.
I then thought to myself, that going down to the corner store and picking up a bottle of wine for this evening would add a nice touch to the day. Putting on my bra and panties, I went to the dresser and found a nice pair of shorts, not too long and ones that really showed off my butt and thighs. Slipping on a tank top with a plunging neckline showing the tops of my breasts. Grabbing my purse I was on my way.
