Chapter 02: Rose meets Lucy
I had a big weekend of partying and as I nursed a hangover on Sunday afternoon I promised myself that I would be good next week -- not drink (well, not too much) and go to the gym. I did the washing in the afternoon and got things in order for the coming week.
There was a yoga class on Monday night and it was usually a good one because the gym was bit quieter and the class was smaller. The class finished and I was in the change room collecting my bag. Someone approached me from behind and I turned to see it was Lucy. She smiled. "Hi, I'm Lucy," she said.
"I'm Rose," I replied shyly.
"You left something here last week," she said. "I tried to catch you before you left but I couldn't." My mouth dropped open and I felt my face go red with embarrassment as I realised what she was talking about -- in my rush to leave I didn't pick up my panties from the floor.
She smiled kindly and said, "Don't worry about it, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Hey, I can bring them to the gym and give them back to you or .....," She paused for about five seconds. "Or ... you could come over to my house to collect them. I live close by."
I looked at her and swallowed hard. "Let's go to your house," I heard myself say. A short car trip and in no time we were walking up to her front door. She let me in. The house was neat and well decorated, in a kind of hippy style. We walked down the hall to her bedroom. She opened the door and I stepped in first.
Inside was the biggest bed I'd ever seen -- bigger than a queen. "You must be able to fit three, maybe four people on there," I thought. It had an oriental-design bedspread and in the middle of the bed were my panties -- they were still all scrunched together. I picked them up and turned around to face Lucy -- the panties still felt a bit damp but that must have just been my imagination.
Lucy was standing against the wall beside the door, which she'd left open. I held the panties in my hand and walked towards her. "Did you wash these? They feel a bit damp," I said.
She smiled. "Why would I wash them Rose? They had your sweat and your pussy juices on them."
Whoa - I wasn't expecting her to say that. "Why are they damp then?" I asked. "Use your imagination," she replied with a wicked grin.
I gasped and must have looked shocked because she said, "The door's open if you feel uncomfortable or you want to leave." I walked to the door and put my hand on the knob. My heart was racing ... I had the doorknob in one hand and my damp panties in the other. I was free to leave if I wanted to but my mind returned to the nights of masturbation when Lucy was at the centre of my thoughts.
I looked straight into her eyes ... and pushed the door shut with a thud. Lucy was still leaning against the wall and that wicked smile returned to her face.
I went to her and kissed her hungrily on the mouth. She returned the kiss with her tongue and our tongues danced in each others mouths. I never imagined it would feel that good. We stopped kissing and I had a small panic attack -- I didn't know what to do!
Without hesitation Lucy put her hands on my shoulders. I dropped my underwear as Lucy turned me and pushed my back against the wall. She pulled my shirt up over my head and began kissing my neck and chest.
She moved her mouth back to mine and as she kissed me she deftly used one hand to unclasp my bra, dropping it to the floor. She then began caressing and licking my breasts, touching my nipples expertly. She worked both breasts until I was almost beside myself with horniness.