Ring......Ring..........Ri..
"Yeah, I mean, hello," I said into the phone as I struggled for coherence, the phone having brought me out of a deep sleep.
"Hey, honey, I'm sorry to call you so early and all that but I'm calling everyone to cancel our plans for this evening," the voice said into my ear.
"Who the hell is this?" I asked, not recognizing the voice right away.
"Jill, Jill from last night...with Jack?" she answered, somewhat surprised I guess that I didn't recognize her voice, a voice I had heard last night for the first time in my life.
Aaahhh, I thought, the couple that I had banged last night in my hotel room. The couple with He of the Monster Cock.
"Oh, yeah, hey look, I'm sorry I didn't recognize you but I'm not fully awake," I said quickly, "Of course I know who you are."
"Well, the party for tonight has to be cancelled; Jack's father had a heart attack and we have to fly back to New York," she explained further.
"Oh, wow, I'm sorry; yeah, sure, do what you have to do Jill, and good luck to you. Give Jack my condolences and wishes for a quick recovery for his dad, okay?," I replied, hanging up after she acknowledged what I had said and ending the call.
The 'party' was a get together at their house with some swingers in their circle, that they had invited me to attend. Truthfully, when I closed the door behind them early this morning, after a hanging a 'do-not-disturb' placard on the door, I had already begun debating whether or not I really wanted to go to the party.
Well, a bummer about Jack's dad for sure, but it takes me off the hook of my commitment to attend the party.
Climbing out of bed, I started some coffee in the in-room coffee valet and headed to the bathroom to do my thing while it brewed. No way was I going back to sleep, I'm not one of those; once I'm awake, I'm up, no going back to bed for this chick.
After showering and the like, I threw on a robe and started to drink my coffee, the morning paper having been delivered to the outside of my room, and the weather comfortable on my walk-out balcony of my suite.
What to do?, what to do?, I asked myself as I perused the paper, finishing my small carafe of coffee in only two cups . Decision made to go out for a late brunch and some shopping, I dressed, and flipped the DND sign to request room service as I left my room and hotel.
Brunch was good, shopping was boring and non-eventful, which brought me back to my hotel around two in the afternoon. I attempted to do some actual 'catch up' work for my project but grew bored within an hour.
Standing on my balcony, I was weighing whether or not I wanted to go to the pool area for some sun for a bit when I quickly changed my mind. Deciding that I'd rather catch a buzz instead of some rays, I rolled a small, personal-size joint, powered up my laptop, taking a couple of quick hits as it booted up.
Too bad about tonight's party cancellation, I mused now that I had the start of a buzz going, might've been fun. Weed does that to me. Weed gets my mind focusing on sex stuff; memories of good trysts flooding into my brain and, truthfully?, last night with Jack and Jill was pretty spectacular, what with her oral talents and his massive dick. Yep, I had to admit, it was some pretty good fucking, all in all.
Woulda' Shoulda' Coulda'...didn't matter 'cause the party wasn't going to happen tonight and I'd be on my own.
Logging into a Swinger's website that hubby and I belonged to, I check messages and such, having a couple of hits from members searching for some playmates. Nothing really that tempting for hubby and I to reply to in any event.
Going to search mode, I brought up ads from swingers in the area. I wasn't home so no sense in looking there, I reasoned. After the ads came up, I drilled down the search for ads from women, or couples, seeking other women for some fun times. Not much luck in finding anything that hit my hot button, I logged off the Website and brought up Craigslist for the city.
Taking my time, I finished my small doobie as I looked at the various ads seeking women. Almost passing it up, I went back and clicked on one ad with an attached pic that caught my eye. The pic was in 'shadow face' and did not clearly show the face of the body that was in the pic. But the body was worth a second and third look, I decided, as I slowly took in the photo that showed a woman leaning back on her out-stretched arms, supporting herself, with her chest thrust forward, her well-shaped breasts high and proud with erect nipples. I studied the photo for some time, admiring the wet nipples that glistened in the light of the photo, my weed-fed libido getting a bit excited now.
Reading the text of the ad it said:
"Newbie with a lot of desire seeking an older woman to instruct me in the ways of Sapphic love; I'm 24, single and tired of only thinking about making love to another woman. Absolutely no one under 40! I want experience to show me the ways of girly love; respond with pics and be ready to voice-verify..."
Coded contact information was at the end of the ad and quickly deciding to answer it, I did so, adding a pic from one of those that we had in our ad on the Swinger's site, one that did my face and body justice. Hitting send, I left that page of the website and did a search on couples seeking a woman for a threesome.
Some possibilities under the couples banner but nothing that made me crazy with desire and/or lust. Hanging the DND tag on my door, I decided to take a quick nap, setting my alarm for a couple of hours later, the doobie having made my sleep-deprived body conscious of the need.
That was the shortest two hour nap I'd ever had, I thought, when my alarm went off. Shaking off the sleepiness, I made a fresh pot of coffee and booted up the laptop. Going to my webmail that I used for 'play', I discovered 2 messages waiting, both from the ad that I had answered.
The first was a positive response to my answer and offer to be the teacher she was seeking. The second message had contact information that she had forgotten to put in the first answer, along with another photo showing her reclining, naked body laying on a bed, her fingers playing with her wet labia and a small landing-strip of pubic hair. Still looking at her photo, I called the number provided while sipping my mug of coffee.
"Sue? Hi, this is 'ladylover'," using my online persona's name in my reply to her ad, "I'm glad you responded," I concluded.
"Hard not to after I read your reply and saw your picture," Sue said with some cheeriness, "and I took the opportunity to look at your profile on the website you mentioned in your email," she said, adding, "both you and your husband are very attractive so I just had to respond."
We had a delightful conversation, the two of us, finding a level of comfort with each other over the phone, frankly discussing both of our wants and desires, sexually.
Her story was simple; she's had desires to make love with women since she was in high school but never did anything to satisfy her curiosity. She's been with a few men, starting in college, but nothing that really rang her bell, she said. She still dated men but less so, not finding satisfaction, sexually or otherwise, in the men she's dated. Determined to sate her curiosity about lesbian sex, she decided to place her ad; now that she was living on her own, she wanted to use the freedom to explore life as an adult. Some kissing with a high school friend and a dorm-mate had been her only girl-girl experiences, she said, and only served to make her even more curious.
"Finally, I decided that if I was going to do this, I wanted to do it with an older woman, someone that's had real-life experiences to teach me, to show me how to make love to another woman," she finally said in coclusion.
Deciding on a spot to meet in public, a spot to share a drink and to check each other out, we set up a time to meet at an upscale fern bar in the historic district, downtown.
Hanging up from the conversation, I showered and got ready for my 'date'. Should be fun, I thought as I chose an outfit that showed off my body to some advantage. It's been a long time since I've had a 'newbie' under my tongue. Thinking about it only got me more excited about the plans for the evening ahead.
"So good to meet you, Sue," I said in greeting after spotting her at the bar, near the wall, taking the stool next to hers.
"Oh, thank you, same here," she replied as we hugged each other in greeting.
We ordered drinks from the gal behind the bar and settled into conversation, sharing short bios of each other, each of us checking out the vibe from the other which, by the way, was excellent in every way.
She was very cute; not drop-dead, beauty-queen gorgeous, but very, very cute in a way that made you want to know her better. Her blouse and skirt accented her boobs and legs, her boobs probably a cup size larger than mine I had quickly decided as I checked out her curves and contours while we drank and talked.
We spoke in low tones, our eyes on each other's body having their own conversation. At some point, I casually laid my hand on top of hers, which was resting on the bar, letting my fingers softly stroke her soft skin, producing a smile that said she liked it.
"Liking what you see?" She asked, with a sly grin after noticing my repeated attempts to 'check' her out, so to speak.
"Yep, I do," I answered honestly, interlocking the fingers of our hands when I said it and giving hers a soft squeeze.
"Yeah, me too," She answered, her voice soft, her eyes smiling as were her lips.
"Your place, or mine?" I asked, smart-assedly, not really expecting that she'd be ready to jump into bed after an hour of conversation and drinks.
"Either," was her short, terse reply, her eyes boring into mine afterwards.
"My hotel's not far, if you'd like to ride with me," I said, as I untangled my fingers from hers, "I'll bring you back to your car later,if that works for you."
"Yeah, that works for me," and with that, we paid our tab, left a nice tip, and walked into the night, together.
