JANE'S ENCOUNTER WITH DISAPPOINTMENT (Jane's Encounters Part 9) By Christine.
Story cChristine Oram 2010
Jane carefully applied the red nail polish to her toes, her breasts squashing up against her thighs as she lent forward. She had just had a shower and she was completely naked. Jane always got a kick out of being naked at home. She was newly shaved all over and her beauty was even more manifest today than usual; it shone forth in the clean and healthy sheen of her smooth flesh.
When she finished she sat on a wooden chair and contemplated her life. It was Saturday morning and she wondered what to do today. She had arranged to meet up with Jonathan for dinner tonight and she was feeling rather nervous about it. It was well over a year since she had been out with a man on a date and so much had happened to her sexual life since then that she felt confused and a bit worried about both what she wanted and what she should do. The experience at Donna and Lillian's party had been so extraordinary that she could hardly believe it - her one major regret was that she had been so drunk, so she was not entirely certain as to what had actually happened and what had just been her imagination. She knew that she had come so many times that night that the two girls must indeed have done the things to her that she recollected, but had she really fucked Donna with a strap-on? It seemed so incredible. A year ago a strapon had been something she would have just tittered about with her friends. The idea of her actually using one on a beautiful woman would have seemed completely extraordinary.
"I cannot be gay," she kept repeating to herself. All her 30 years she had been the beautiful one, the girl who could always get the guy, the envy of most women. She had enjoyed being the sexy babe, the one with the great body and the flashing smile - the instant attraction from virtually every man. Yes she had had a few passes from other women now she thought about it, but they had never seemed like her ordinary-looking girls without her physical advantages or personality. Jane was not so unaware she knew that being too beautiful was not always a good thing for relationships, she knew from bitter experience that looks guaranteed nothing when it came to long-lasting friendships.
There was a knock at the door and, putting on her robe, she looked through the spyglass on the door to see who it was. She saw an unknown woman, distorted through the fisheye perspective of the eyepiece. She looked harmless, so Jane opened the door.
When she opened he door Jane knew almost without taking it in that the woman in front of her was something else. She was a vision of tanned skin, black shag-cut hair, bracelets, rings, necklaces and leather. Without even having a chance to analyze her in detail in her mind, or even to know why, Jane was instantly smitten.
"Hello?", Jane said slightly blushing in her excitement.
"Hi, I'm just visiting my uh, family, or at least they are my relations through my husband's family. Oh shit, I mean, hey they are my husband's uncle and aunt - what does that make them?
"Your uncle-in-law?" Jane smiled.
"Yeah, fuck me if I know, anyway, I know it sounds really lame, but this is for real. Can I borrow a cup of sugar? I've tried everywhere else on this floor and no one is in" The woman's smile revealed lovely white teeth against her dark red lips.
"Uh, yes, sure, come in - excuse me I was, doing my toenails." Jane pointed to her toes.
"Hi, I'm Sophie." The woman said and Jane shook her hand. "Jane," she said. She flushed again as she felt the woman's warm hand in hers. She had a lot of rings, and at least two on her ring finger. She must be married then.
"You're married?" Jane asked hoping the answer would be no.
"Too right babe. Been married for twenty, kids for twenty, too."
"No! I mean you don't look." Jane stammered. She felt her face must be the color of beetroot. She was so excited and her stomach was fluttering and churning so much she thought that Sophie must be noticing her unease.
"What that old?" Sophie laughed a warm sexy laugh. "I'm not telling you my age, sweetie, but yes I am older than a young peach like you."
"Oh, um, OK, I'll get the sugar." Jane felt very embarrassed.
"Thanks very much - much appreciated. Cool place you've got here". Sophie sat down on the sofa, or rather she draped herself languidly on it, one leg decorously hanging over the arm. Jane stood for a moment drinking in the site of the woman on her sofa and then with a patter of bare feet on the wooden floor, she went to her kitchen.
In the kitchen she stood trembling with excitement. Jane was a girl of passion, even if it was just below the surface, and her passion was absolutely burning for Sophie. All that Jane could think was that Sophie was so sexy. It kept going around like a mantra in her head - "she so sexy, she's so sexy."
She most certainly was. Sophie was dressed like a rock star. She was much tanned, perhaps she was a Latina, but either way she not only was beautifully brown she had a flawless complexion too. Her tight white T-shirt clung to her most beautiful breasts. They were magnificent, not so much in their size, although they were larger than average, but in their firmness and their lovely shape. She was wearing a sports bra of some sort and the gray straps of the bra were showing over her smooth tanned shoulders. Her jet black shagcut hair had a few strands of white, but also a stripe of green-dyed hair which Jane thought just suited her fantastically. Jane was also impressed how very beautiful she was too. Not just pretty, but absolutely gorgeous: an oval face with lively green eyes complete with a striking application of mascara made her positively intoxicating. Around her long neck she had a number of necklaces, one was a cross, another was an Egyptian unk and a set of large beads completed the set. Her right wrist had a mass of silver- or nickel-plated bracelets which jingled every time she moved. Her fingers had all kinds of rings on them. Her white cotton T-shirt was fashionably short on her, revealing a set of abs to die for, a belly button stud, and a strong well-shaped lower back whenever she stretched or bent over. This in itself was enough to set any man drooling. It was certainly having its effect on Jane,. But what was really making her short of breath and excited beyond all reasonable measure was her hip-hugging low-rise leather pants.
Leather pants are not always sexy, it depends both on who is wearing them and their style, but Sophie's were breathtaking. They seemed to fit her like a glove. They were not exactly skin tight, in fact they were boot-cut, but they were beautifully tight around her ass, hips and thighs. Any and every time she moved, the leather was pulled tight against her flesh and it showed off her beautiful underlying assets to perfection. Her ass was taut and round and it was abundantly clear that she had positively mouthwatering thighs- the leather was smooth and shiny against their curves. The leather crotch was clinging to her groin and the fly's zipper seemed to act like a siren to Jane's imagination - begging her to unzip it and reveal the glorious pussy underneath. Jane could not help imagining Sophie wanting it, wanting her, Jane's hands caressing and probing.
"No, stop it for god's sake, stop." Jane could not seem to get these visions out of her head. Whispering to herself to stop fantasizing seemed not to help.
Sophie's toes wore black nail polish, and sexy, black, stiletto sandals completed her gothic look. Some people cannot wear heels easily or naturally, but Sophie looked the sort of girl who never wore anything else. For her lithe and curvaceous body and strong, toned legs her stilettos were perfectly in harmony. She was the sexiest punk or rock chick Jane had ever seen, and somehow the thought that this woman was clearly over 40 served only to excite her even more. She didn't know quite why. Jane is never by choice the dominant one and the fact that Sophie was older, more sophisticated and experienced perhaps provided a cue to her peculiar attraction. Jane was already fantasizing about what a sexy girl like Sophie may have got up to in her life: what sexy adventures she must have had! Jane imagined lesbian groupies and wife- swapping parties, dancing naked on tables. Jane's fevered imagination could clearly hear Sophie ordering Jane to unzip her fly and then lick her.
"Jane, you OK in there?" Sophie's sultry voice brought Jane out of her reverie.
"Yeah, I'm just coming." She felt flushed and decidedly over excited. She now wished she was dressed in something that could impress Sophie rather than being covered in her somewhat frumpy robe. She adjusted it so that it was more likely to "accidentally" fall open, give Sophie an eyeful of her hard body, bur she could tell that, short of actually flashing Sophie, it was not going to do this. She touched Sophie of on her bare shoulder and passed her the cup. Sophie twisted on the sofa and her beautiful green eyes looked at Jane, making her blush more and feel even more uncomfortable. She noticed Sophie's right leg was bent so that her right calf was lying under her left thigh; her spiky heel was brushing against Jane's robe as Jane lent over to give her the cup. Jane wondered what sort of underwear she was wearing and what it would feel like to run her hands over those leather-clad thighs.
"There you go." Jane straightened up smiling - usually her smile worked its magic on most people. It seemed to on Sophie too, who smiled back. "You are so hot" is all Jane could think.
"Those are great pants, Sophie," it sort of fell out in the heat of her over-wound imagination, but Sophie noticed nothing wrong with the simple statement. She replied that they were - she had three pairs and then she mentioned where she got them. Jane had never heard of the store and afterwards she could never remember - she was too flustered to think straight.
Jane ran her fingers over the leather of Sophie's left thigh. It felt exactly as she knew it would - soft yet with the warmth of the leather and from the heat rising from the shapely underlying flesh.
"Sophie, god they are very sexy - I bet you get a lot of comments." Jane smiled as if she was stating a simple fact, when in fact she was hoping that this first touch would lead to her having sex with her. Immediately Jane had thought this, she knew her pussy was wet and ready. She yearned for Sophie to respond so she could unzip those pants and investigate what was underneath.
"Yeah, I get a few - you can imagine. But I love `em. They're really comfy you know. My husband likes me to wear nothing on underneath sometimes - it turns him on."
Jane gasped, and she felt her pussy must be dripping under her robe,
"Ohhh, wow, yeah I can imagine. That would turn me on!" Jane said it enthusiastically and Sophie gave her a slightly quizzical look. Jane had meant that it would have turned her on to wear those leather pants without panties, but she realized it sounded as though Sophie being naked under her leather was what would turn her on. Of course, Jane meant this too, but she now felt embarrassed yet again, mainly because Sophie just smiled and walked over to the window holding the cup. Jane walked over to join her. Jane ogled her ass and she could see the edge of her panties as she looked down the waist of the pants. They were red. It was all getting to be too much.
"If Sophie turns round now, I'll kiss her," Jane thought, "and I'll probably just come right there and then, if she responds".
But Sophie moved to one side and walked towards the door, her stilettos clicking. Jane rushed after her and managed to place herself in front of her, preventing her escape.
"Thanks for the sugar, Jane, it's been a pleasure." She was smiling.
"No problem. I, I mean, hey would you like to go out for a drink later? We could have a chat and, you know, get to know each other a bit.unless you are leaving or have other plans." Jane looked hard at the sexy babe and she concentrated her mind hard, trying telepathically to get her to agree,
"Say yes, say yes.I want you, I want you." she directed her thoughts at Sophie.
Sophie detected the intensity in Jane's gaze and hesitated as she thought about it. Her husband had left earlier and she was at a loose end. Jane seems like a nice girl. It could be fun. She seems nervous.
"Yeah, OK. What time? It'll just be me, I'm afraid, hubby's deserted me."
"Oh no problem - of course, I would love to meet him". She lied; she had zero interest in meeting her husband on this occasion. "When do you go home?'
Sophie replied that she was going home tomorrow morning. Jane mentioned a bar she knew and a time and told her how to get there. It was within walking distance from her apartment. Sophie gave her a smile and flashed Jane a sultry look.
Jane almost fainted in excitement as she watched Sophie walk down the corridor, her ass and thighs magnificent under the leather and her heels snapping. Her ass rotated sexily. She got to the stairs, waved and vanished from view.
Jane closed her door, flung her robe to the floor, and began to masturbate. She was about to come, when she thought the better of it and stopped touching herself. She suddenly thought she would save herself for consummation with Sophie tonight - then the orgasms would be so strong and intense. "Yes, that's a good idea," she thought, "I'll be desperate by then and our lovemaking will be so much more exciting".
They had arranged to meet at 6:00 pm and it was now 11:30. Jane was in a state of extreme excitement, emotional and sexual. She decided that she would invite Sophie back here and then, if all went well; make love to her all night. The thought of it made her ache.
She changed the sheets on her bed and washed her duvet cover and cleaned her room. She did all this naked, periodically touching and caressing her pussy and clit which kept her on the edge of orgasm. She put out some scented tea-lights and rearranged the lighting in her apartment so that it was more romantic. She smiled to herself as she thought about her decision to seduce Sophie. That girl will be gasping for her, by the time I have finished. Now what to wear? There was the rub.
Jane had to think hard. She initially thought of the tight, gray mini-dress she wore to the cinema (was it only at the end of last summer?) - the one whose effect on those teenagers in the cinema had been so unexpected. She knew she looked hot in that. The only issue was that it was cooler now and also, frankly, she thought it a bit too slutty for Sophie. Sophie dressed sexily but that fitted in with everything she seemed to be. Jane wanted to give the impression of sexy sophistication to make up for the more than 10 years that separated their two ages. She felt strangely confident that showing a lot of leg and letting Sophie see her physique would do all that was required to get the girl to go to bed with her. This had been very successful over the last few months and she saw no reason why it would not work this time. On the other hand, the bar she had suggested was usually full of young people. She didn't want to look like she was on the hunt for a companion, so she must not be too obvious. She always got a lot of attention, so she wanted to damp that attention down, but show herself off for Sophie, and only for her benefit.
She laid out her outfit on the bed, still feeling insufferably aroused. A black sleeveless top, which was nicely form hugging, but was not cut low, so that her wonderful shoulders and boobs would be easily appreciated, but she would not look as if she was expecting attention. A simple gray skirt finishing mid-thigh. Sophie can get her hand up my skirt easily Jane thought with pleasure. Plenty of nice leg, but not too much. Tight around her ass. She could always hoist it up when she sat down to show Sophie more if required. The shoes. Jane loved shoes and it was a difficult choice but in the end she picked 4" heeled, square-toed, 1" faux-wood platform thong sandals. The thong fitted like a flip-flop and a single black leather strap went around her slim ankle. Sophie would be able to see her sexy feet and her bright red nail polish.
Jane slipped the shoes on and stood up in her nakedness looking at her body in the mirror. Jane felt even more aroused - she always did when naked and in heels - she liked the look of herself - she was just as stunning as usual. Her wetness was extraordinary. She stood on tiptoes and her calves bunched up. It was no good, she couldn't wait. She pressed the hard lump of her clit and pressed it hard with her thumb. In no time she came, crying out in pleasure as she imagined that it was Sophie's ring-laden fingers that had brought her to this state.
The relief was palpable. She looked at the time as she lay on the bed enjoying the aftermath. It was only 1:30. Sophie would be unable to resist her and then they would both be lying here on this bed. Jane could almost smell Sophie's body heat as she pulled off those leathers and then she would begin to screw her slowly until Sophie was begging for release. She would have to really beg thought Jane - no REALLY beg for it. Jane rolled over and looked in her drawer by the bed. Inside were her selection of vibrators and dildoes. She wanted one of them inside her now, but once again she resisted. The more I want it, the more irresistible I will be tonight, she thought.
One way to damp down arousal is via physical exercise, so Jane decided to go to the gym. On went her sweats and she ran down to her gym. As it happened, it was past the bar where they were to meet. Jane wondered how Sophie would react when she made her first move - perhaps I'll go for a boob first. No, I'll start on those thighs, Jane thought. She had become totally physically obsessed with Sophie. In the back of her mind she felt she was being weird, but she couldn't stop herself.
She worked out very hard. Treadmill, stationary bicycle and then weights for her upper body. Jane was in great shape, so although she became tired she knew that her firm muscles could take the punishment. By the time she had finished it was 3:30 pm. She ran back to her apartment and took a shower.
As she washed herself her stomach once again began to sink and her heart rate went up. Jane had never ever been this excited about a date, not even when she first went out with her high-school sweetheart 14 years ago.
Jane started. "Jonathan!" she said loudly. She had forgotten him. She was due to see him tonight. After she had washed herself and shaved herself all over (second time today), she came out and called him.
He really was very sweet, but as of now Jane had almost completely lost interest in him. She wanted to have sex with Sophie and nothing was going to stop her. Jonathan could wait.
She made up something about an old friend visiting (well she is older and a friend, Jane thought). She could tell that Jonathan wondered why that excluded him from the evening.
"But Jane, I was really looking forward to seeing you tonight. I've bought something for you."
"Oh that's nice," she said rather too briskly to be sincere, "don't worry I'll see you soon, she's such an old, dear friend. We have a lot of catching up to do.you know." Yeah she's about 40 years old and I have to catch her tits in my mouth, Jane smiled at her own crude thoughts.
"Well, I don't know Jane; it's not nice to turn someone down because they have a better offer. We made an agreement".
"Jesus, Sophie IS a much better offer", thought Jane. Right now Jonathan seemed a clingy adolescent.
"OK. Sorry, Jonathan, point taken. I'll see you soon. Love you." She made a kiss into the phone and put it down before he could say another world. Jonathan was a nice guy - but really, what a fuss!
It was now 5:15 so she started to dress. "Panties or not tonight, Jane?" she said to herself. "Why Jane, I think I will wear panties, but I don't want Sophie to think I am not hers, so I'm going to wear these." She held up a minute pair of black stretch mesh panties and slipped then on. In the mirror she could just about see her slit through the mesh if the light was right. "Perfect, Miss Jane," she said to herself.
When she was dressed she checked herself out. Jane looks stunning and she looked no less stunning this evening, but she looked perfectly normal. A very sexy girl, but not dressed in a way that would invoke gasps or titters, or goggle eyes. Sexy yet stylish. Perfect. She dried her still long hair (over her shoulders now) and brushed it carefully until it beautifully framed her lovely face.
Jane pronounced herself happy with her appearance and picked up her bag. At the last minute she picked out a large chrome vibrator from her collection in the drawer and put it in her bag. Somehow, she thought, it might come in useful.
Jane calmed down as she walked the 25 minutes or so to the bar. She looked at her reflection in the shop windows as she walked briskly. She thought of all the women with who she had had sex with over the last 6 months. Three teens, Natasha, that sexy hotel manager, hard-bodied Cathy, her friend Jenny, Donna and Lillian, maybe even Julie (if she had she couldn't remember). That was nine or ten. Jane found it hard to believe. She saw her toned body in the reflections, her bare arms swinging in the evening sunshine and the wonderful contours of her supple legs as she moved past the windows. At this moment, she thought, no one could resist me surely? Sophie would be her intentional conquest. She realized that Sophie was married, and perhaps that was what made her so excited. Cathy had been married too. She had still fucked her until she squirted - so much for her tacky husband, she thought. No strings.
Suddenly, as she saw the bar in the distance, her nervousness reasserted itself. She had never come to meet someone she barely knew with the intention of having sex with them. It had happened with Cathy and all the others, but she had not planned it. This was different; she had planned it all down to the last tee in her mind. Two drinks, whispering into Sophie's ear "I want you, now", or some such. Her hand pulling down the zipper of those hot pants. Maybe she would have nothing on underneath this time, like she had said earlier. Jane would feel her oozing wetness. She'd put her finger inside Sophie and she'd say something like. "Jane you are so hot, fuck me now!" She would do it slowly and carefully. They'd kiss, Sophie would be experienced, passionate, and Jane would swoon while Sophie would discover her sexy mesh panties. Would she pull them off, or just push them aside as her fingers would search out her dripping sex?
It seemed dark in the bar. She was not a regular, so no one knew her here. She had been in a few times with Nicky and with some of her other girlfriends. It was packed with laughing people. Jane suddenly panicked. She would never find Sophie in here.
How wrong she was. There, right in the center of the bar, was the woman who had been tormenting her thoughts since this morning. Jane's stomach lurched as she saw she was still in those hot leather pants. She was sitting on a bars stool, her stiletto heels hooked over the cross-bar. The leather was tight around her beautiful round ass. She no longer had on the form fitting white t-shirt, but was now wearing a kind of beige and brown chiffon top. It was thin and her bra straps could be clearly seen through it. She was drinking and there were two men with her. They were laughing.
Jane experienced a feeling of deep unease. She knew what would happen. She may not have wanted to attract attention, but Sophie, in her hot and sexy rock outfit clearly didn't feel the same way. She, no doubt, had attracted a lot of attention and rather irritatingly she had taken up the two men's offer of a drink. Jane would go over and soon she would feel obliged to pair up with one of the men, while Sophie took the other. Then there would be a lot of pointless chat and all the rest.
Jane wondered why she had suggested a bar - shit; she should have suggested a drink in her apartment. The whole idea of sharing sexy Sophie with these clowns was not at all what she had planned.
"Ah, here's my friend." Sophie chuckled as Jane appeared. She tried to smile at the two men, but found it difficult. The men couldn't believe their luck. Sophie was very hot, but her friend was equally stunning if not more so.
"Sophie, shall we go over to a table?" Jane ignored the two men. She knew what they were thinking. So did Sophie and she liked it.
"Jane, this is Paul and Bob - I don't know who the fuck they are, but we're having a drink." She laughed again. It was a very warm sexy laugh. Jane thought Bob and Paul's tongues were about to drop on the floor as they drank in Sophie and Jane.
"Yeah, hi you two." Jane, totally unlike her usual self, gave them a frosty unwelcoming smile. Paul waved his hand in welcome and Bob, sensing the bad vibes, simply nodded his head.
"No, come on Jane, I'll buy you a drink." Sophie looked ravishing. Jane wanted her more than ever. Jane could see her round bra-covered breasts through her top. She stood up behind Sophie. I'll get her attention, Jane thought. She looked down at the waist band of her leather pants. She had a broad studded leather belt with a large brass buckle. It was not tight around her waist and Jane looked down the back of Sophie's pants. This time Jane could not see the red hem of her panties. Was that the start of her ass crack? Jane suspected, and hoped, that she had left them at home.
Sophie leaned onto the bar and she and the two men laughed as Bob told an off-color joke. Jane's hand slid down in between the leather and the top of her ass. She felt the top of Sophie's ass crack, but then she felt some lacy material. Sophie jumped on her stool and Jane quickly removed her hand. Sophie twisted her head and gave Jane a surprised look.
"Sorry" Jane said. She did not know what else to say. Sophie did have panties on, even if they were small lacy things.
The drinks arrived and Jane got cloistered with Paul. Sophie and Bob were having a great time. Sophie was a little drunk and so was Bob. Jane knew the signs, Bob was flirting with her and maybe it was working. Jane felt annoyed. Sophie's married for god's sake!
Paul struck up a conversation with Jane, but she was very distracted as she was keeping a lustful eye on Sophie. Paul was as sober as a judge. "I'm driving," he explained.
Jane downed her drink really quickly and she offered to buy another for them. Sophie and Bob said they were OK, so she ordered one for herself and Paul. Non-alcoholic for Paul, a double for her.
"Now, come on Bob, stop hitting on me, check out Jane - she is more available than me. At look at her -she's much hotter too." Sophie's voice was full of sexy come-on. Jane got a crumb of comfort that she had at least recognized her appeal.
She didn't hear what Bob replied because a neighboring party struck up "Happy Birthday" just then.
The drinks arrived and she passed one to Paul, who thanked her. Jane perched on the stool. Her lithe bare legs looked sensational and she noticed with gratification that Paul couldn't keep his eyes off them and Bob too kept looking over at her, a half smile on his face. Sophie smiled at her and she smiled her best smile back. But she was not happy.
She could be here all night and this would be as close as she would get to Sophie. If she didn't seduce her at the bar, maybe she could invite back for a drink and get to know her back home before making her move. The uncertainty made her even more nervous. She cursed herself for suggesting a bar. A restaurant would have been better. But Sophie was definitely a bar girl. She might have said no.
Paul and she were chatting. Paul clearly liked Jane (they all do), and after her initial annoyance she decided she liked him too. She thought momentarily of poor old Jonathan, nursing his disappointment at home. She did feel guilty. If I get to have a night of passion with Sophie, it will all be worthwhile. I'll make it up to him later.
Jane had forgotten that Jonathan had seen Jane in hot lesbian action at Donna's party. He knew what Jane was capable of and he might not be quite as amenable as she thought.
After about 15 minutes, Paul stood up and said unexpectedly, "OK guys, we have to go. It's been great to meet you Jane". He lent over her and gave her a peck on the cheek.
Jane felt irritated he didn't ask to see her again, or ask for her number, or anything. Pretty girls can be very selfcentered.
Sophie made a great play of regretting seeing them go. Bob gave her a real kiss on the mouth, and she responded to Bob's kiss with enthusiasm. Paul kissed her on the cheek and she put her arms around him and gave him a hug. Jane wanted those arms around her. Still, now, at last, they would be together.
"Come on Soph, let's go over there." She had been keeping an eye on the table for some time now. It was perfect, for although the place was busy, this table was in a booth in the corner and between it and the next table was a wooden partition. On the other side was where cutlery was kept. As this part of the room was narrow, no one could really see the occupants unless they walked down to the end wall, although from the main bar you could just about tell that the table was occupied.
Sophie slid her leather-covered ass into the booth and Jane pushed in right after her, their hips pushing together. Jane's hand rested on Sophie's thigh and she gave it slight squeeze. It felt as she had dreamt of it, hard and sensual. Jane began to feel her excitement building. Sophie scooted around so she was opposite Jane. Jane had hoped they would stay side by side, but she covered her disappointment. The light was low, and there was a candle as a centerpiece to the table.
"Well her we are," said Jane and Sophie got the waitress's attention. The waitress was very pretty, or maybe Jane was just so excited anything was turning her on. The waitress looked at the two women and felt rather inadequate. She wondered if they were sisters - two different sides of the coin in so many ways she thought. Both were dark - one was sexy expensive and one was sexy slutty. Both were really attractive, both had bodies to die for, especially the younger one with the sensational legs. She had noticed her immediately she'd come in.
Her reverie was broken when the leather chick ordered a beer. The brunette ordered a white wine. The waitress noticed the brunette's eyes glued on the leather chick. She wondered what it was all about.
Sophie wondered too. She, of course, had almost jumped out of her skin when Jane's hand had briefly investigated her ass earlier and she had put it down to some kind of accident, although what kind of person puts their hand down someone pants unless, well, no it couldn't be, not Jane, surely? Sophie had not really realized that Jane was quite as attractive until she appeared at the bar, all legs and sexy heels, and Sophie had admit she was one hell of a good-looking girl. When she first met Jane this morning, she knew she was attractive, but this morning had not given Sophie an idea of her physique. Now it was abundantly clear that her body was a stunning piece of work. It occurred to her that Jane may have designs on her, which struck her as absurd. A woman like Jane could have any man she wanted, why be interested in her?
Sophie was twelve years older than Jane and she had had a lot of sexual experiences but, except for a couple of high school experiences, they had all been with men. She and her husband were a bit free and easy, but they loved each other and she was a good mother to her kids. She liked and took to bed a good-looking young man if she felt like it and as long as she could be very discreet. God, she was never short of offers, but to be the object of attention from a stunning young woman like Jane was novel. It was not unpleasant; in fact she took it as a bit of a compliment. Maybe I'll see what she does. Sophie was a born flirt so she stretched out her long shapely legs and rested her feet on the bench opposite her, next to Jane. She lay back and wiggled her crotch as she stretched and got comfortable.
The waitress arrived and gave them their drinks.
"Thanks, darling." Sophie said, and the girl left them.
Jane tried not to be too distracted by Sophie's feet lying almost touching her hip beside her. But the proximity of those black nail polish- painted toes in their sandals, Sophie kept sliding her stilettos under the bench keeping her toes on the top of the seat in an unconscious, repetitive movement, made Jane want to reach out and caress her feet and ankles. Jane kept glancing down or leaning back so she could see the slim ankles before the rest of Sophie's legs vanished up inside the leather.
Sophie lounged so luxuriantly that absolutely everything about her seemed to be so natural, cool and downright sexy. Jane was now trembling with excitement and longing, but she forced herself to have a normal conversation with the object of her desire. It was difficult, because periodically Sophie would toss her hair back and draw her long ring-laden fingers through her hair, her green eyes like a seductive cat's. To Jane she seemed to not only be showing interest in what she was saying, but also to Jane's disordered mind perhaps encouraging Jane to make her first move. Jane did her telepathic thing on Sophie, but Sophie carried on smiling prettily at Jane's stories and then laughing at herself and her family as she recounted stories about her life.
Sophie, Jane learnt, had been a model for five years, from when she was 16 to 21 years old, and she had met her husband six months before her 21st birthday. Jane asked what kind of model she had been, and Sophie had said a bit of everything. Jane asked, mischievously, whether she had ever done underwear modeling. "Oh yes, I did everything: swimwear, lingerie, I even did a fetish catalog once - all latex and leather straps - you know, kinky stuff."
Jane blushed. She could imagine what Sophie must have looked like at 21 in a latex fetish outfit. Jane shifted her legs in excitement. Her pussy was now feeling wet and Jane was by now convinced that Sophie was flirting with her.
"I bet you looked really hot in that stuff - not that you aren't hot as you are now, of course", Jane said eagerly.
"Well thank you Jane, that's sweet of you. But I'd think you look great in latex yourself. I should know, I'm the kind of girl who wears that stuff. Tell me", Sophie dropped the next question furtively, "Why did you feel my ass earlier?" Jane's heart jumped in excitement and she took this question to be a the request for her to take the next step.
Jane put her hand on Sophie's ankle and gently ran her fingers over her foot. She then lifted it and put it in her lap. She started to undo the strap on her stiletto, but then changed her mind and caressed her ankle, her fingers running under the leather, feeling the firm, smooth calf under the pant leg. Sophie sighed slightly, but the noise in the bar meant that Jane didn't hear it. Sophie's foot moved and she stretched her sexy leather covered limb. Her toes and shoe pushed under Jane's short skirt, and Jane felt her toes pushing up her thighs.
Jane moaned when Sophie's toe and the tip of her shoe pushed up against her panty-covered sex. Sophie wiggled her foot and gently probed Jane's private area. Jane was now visibly trembling. Sophie gently rocked her foot back and forward balancing it on her heel, the heel was pivoting on the seat but also on Jane's inner thigh.
"Jane, Jane you've been hitting on me all night haven't you? Why the hell would a girl like you waste time on someone like me?" Over the hubbub of the bar Jane could only just pick out Sophie's low-pitched voice. Jane hardly knew what to do; she pushed herself up against the probing toes, enjoying them pressing and stimulating her.
"Sophie, for god's sake, don't be silly. You're totally lovely, you're just turning me on." At that Jane gave a sexy exhalation as Sophie's toe hooked under her panty and the toenail grazed the top of her slit, pressing her erect clitoris.
Sophie couldn't feel much, although when Jane gave her slight gasp, she wondered if what she had just felt with her big toe was Jane's wet pussy. Sophie smiled at Jane, but was genuinely rather astonished at the apparent state of excitement Jane seemed to feeling. Of course, she was investigating Jane's pussy with her foot, but Sophie was doing this more almost as a scientific experiment than out of a genuine desire to have sex with Jane.
If there was one thing Sophie did know it was that she was not a lesbian. Sophie was experienced sexually having had a lot of partners, but also quite conventional. To her, sex was between a man and woman, and although she had indeed had a few lesbian experiences when she had first started out as a model, she had always felt rather awkward about them and the sex had not been something she had really wanted to repeat. Sophie's husband kept her largely sexually satisfied, although their marriage was not above her having the odd extra- marital sex occasionally. Sophie knew how attractive she was and she was very comfortable with her sexiness - in this sense she was not really like Jane at all. She got no particular kick out of being risqu‚ and her "leather/lace, Goth" look was just her, not really to do with being hot or sexy. The point, of course, is that Sophie is just completely and unaffectedly striking - this is precisely why people find her so attractive and men, in particular, find difficult to resist her. She really is one of the guys: her looks and sexuality both very obvious, but also completely unaffected. How different to beautiful Jane, now seemingly all worried about whether she was straight or gay, with her intense, but hidden, vanity; her desire to be seduced and dominated. Jane's rejection by her ex-boyfriend had hit her very hard and emotionally she was vulnerable to anyone who treated nicely or wanted her, even if this desire might be short lived. Of course, this lack of certainty and yet her adventurous sexuality, which a discerning person could detect the hint of, was enormously attractive. It made her intriguing. Jane's amazing looks and body were a breathtaking additional attraction. Certainly, most people would never have thought that she might lack a core of steel, or would harbor such wonderfully submissive and experimental tendencies.
Sophie now knew that Jane had more than just friendship in mind once her fingers made contact with her ass. If she had suspected before she it had not really dawned on her until then. Sophie was flattered in a strange way but almost did not give it a moment's thought. She had had other dykes want her and she had handled it - mind you, none of them had looked like Jane. When she saw Jane trembling her initial reaction was incredulity. Sophie knew she was attractive, but she was now approaching 45 - hardly an age when she expected to be approached by beautiful lipstick lesbos over ten years her younger.
Jane's gentle caresses of her foot made her decide to go some of the way with Jane. She was not going to go too far, but maybe she would get some pleasure out of pleasuring Jane. It certainly would be something she could use to get her husband excited - why is it that men so like the idea of lesbians, she wondered for about the millionth time. Once she had started exploring Jane's sex with her foot she felt a little sorry for Jane as she could see how much she wanted it. "I'll be a good Samaritan", she thought as she removed her foot from Jane's groin and pretended to drop her bag under the table.
Jane was concentrating on Sophie's foot doing its magic on her, and by the time the foot was removed she was well on her way to orgasm. She saw Sophie's black and green hair sink below the table, after she said something about her bag. When she felt Sophie's hands on her calves she almost died.
Sophie was on her knees and in front of her were Jane's legs, still open. They were smooth and shapely and she put out her right hand and ran her fingers gently over Jane's calf. Sophie had to admit that Jane did have great legs. There was not a lot of room under the table, but mischievously Sophie put her hands on both calves and then slide them up, gently caressing the smooth flesh. Jane's skirt was tight against her thighs, but there was plenty of room to get her hands up those luscious smooth limbs.
"Sophie, oh god.." Jane was now really getting out of control. She was trembling and panting. Jane was in heaven, the object of her affection was going to - oh god, I hope she eats me, she thought. It was not so much that she wanted that, although she was desperate for it, but she knew that if she did she would get a chance to do the same to Sophie, surely, in a lesbian quid pro quo. This thought filled her with utterly debauched thoughts.
Sophie chuckled as her hands reached the elastic waist of Jane's black sexy panties. Given that the bar was so dim, she could see surprisingly well, as light was escaping from underneath the kitchen door just down the room. She could see the shiny hardness of Jane's well-toned thighs and, stretched tight over her sex, her black mesh panties. Sophie had on a similar pair herself, and she could see that her toe had pulled the material to one side and one labium was exposed. She ran her red painted fingernail down the swollen tissue and Jane opened her legs wider. Sophie reached up and tried to pull the panties down, but it was surprisingly difficult and Jane's skirt was tight around her hips. Jane, solved this by rucking up her skirt and then lifting herself off the bench. Sophie pulled as well as she could and the tiny panties came free and she slowly pulled the thin mesh material down Jane's hard thighs. Jane's hands appeared and she ran her fingers through Sophie's thick black hair, and then as Jane bent down, her face touching the table, she managed to get her hands on Sophie's neck, shoulders and arms. She was beautifully warm to the touch and the feeling of her and the anticipation of the sex she was about to have made Jane lift her legs and help Sophie pull her panties down over her calves.
"I'll get `em", said Sophie and she carefully lifted first one ankle and then the other until she was holding the black material in her hand. She threw the soaking panties under Jane's seat and then looked at the girl's sex in the light.
"Oh god, Sophie, you can have me. Please. You can do what ever you want to me, please, I want you."
Jane bent down and she could make out the top of Sophie's head, her hands still around Jane's ankles. Jane was groping any part of Sophie she could reach.
"Jane, you are really wet down here."
Sophie was not lying. She could see the two sexy prominent ridges of Jane's swollen labia glistening with sexual juices and she could also see that, now her panties were off, the bench under her slit was wet with her excitement. Sophie pursed her sensual lips and blew gently on Jane's sex.
Jane trembled with anticipation as she felt Sophie blowing on her pussy. "Soph, oh god please don't tease me."
Sophie suddenly saw in the distance sneakers moving towards their table. The waitress was returning. She struggled out from under the table just in time as the waitress appeared and asked them if they were OK.
Sophie couldn't help smiling at Jane. In the dim light Sophie could see that Jane was still trembling in excitement. Sophie felt a little bad. Jane was expecting consummation and she was not getting it.
"Yeah, I'll have another beer - what about you Jane?" Jane collected her thoughts and was surprised Sophie had ordered another drink.
"Sophie do you really want another - I thought we could go, you know, say go back to my place?"
"I'll have another beer and she'll have a wine. Thanks darling." The waitress nodded at Sophie and went off to get the drinks. Sophie slipped off her stiletto and her manicured toe once again slid up under Jane's skirt feeling its way up her hard thigh until it found Jane's vulva and Sophie carefully and slowly pushed her toe in past those glistening labia and inside the beautiful woman sitting opposite her. Her whole big toe pushed inside Jane's warm and wet vagina. Sophie wiggled and probed and Jane moaned and cried out "oh yes, Sophie, fuck me, fuck me." Sophie moved over closer and now her leather covered knee appeared above table. Jane was moving her cute ass and thrusting against Sophie's foot as she worked herself into a frenzy of excitement.
Once again Sophie saw the waitress coming and removed her foot from between Jane' legs just before the waitress gave them the two drinks. It was just as well as Jane was about to come, and if she had she could not have kept herself quiet. Almost twelve hours of pent-up desire were about to explode in her, and she just had to have Sophie. As soon as the waitress had gone, Jane gave up any pretence of having a normal conversation with her and she scooted along the bench and, flinging her leg over Sophie's, she grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her close, put her arms around her, and kissed her on those tantalizing red lips. At the same time she slid over Sophie's leather-clad limbs until she was sitting astride her right thigh, kneeling on the bench on one side and her other foot on the floor in between Sophie's legs. Sophie was taken aback as Jane's tongue pushed into her mouth and she felt Jane's warm weight on her thigh and then the beautiful girl started thrusting her hips, rubbing her wet, dripping pussy on Sophie's leather-clad thigh.
Sophie had not intended this to happen, she had wanted to get Jane excited, but this was not her thing at all.
"Jane, no, stop, please," she kissed Jane but it didn't stop her. Jane's beautiful face was only an inch from her face as she kept on kissing her, her tongue trying to explore her mouth and lips. Sophie's hand was on Jane's bare thigh and she could feel the firmness of her breasts as they pushed against her. Jane's hand was unzipping her pants.
Jane was driving herself close to a climax by sliding her pussy up and down Sophie's leather thigh. The leather felt wonderfully erotic against her naked sex and she could feel her wetness coating the leather which only served to excite her more. Sophie smelt of patchouli oil and her mouth, when she kissed her, was beery, but wonderful. Sophie's lithe body was as hard and as perfect to the touch as she knew it would be. The scent of her hair and way she was twisting under her was everything Jane had wanted. Suddenly Jane realized the Sophie was not really returning her kisses, and although her hand was gripping her thigh quite hard, she was not touching or caressing her. Jane was expecting her to touch her up: to squeeze her tits under her tight top, or her naked ass or to continue driving her wild via her pussy. She heard Sophie ask her to stop, but assumed she was playing hard to get, like she, herself, did sometimes. She unzipped that tantalizing leather fly and pushed her hand inside. Her fingers felt Sophie's panties and then soft pubic hair and then, unmistakably, wetness. Sophie may be protesting, but she was wanting it.
Sophie wriggling her perfect hips, tried to throw Jane off her and she repeated, "No Jane, stop, I'm not like that. Stop for god's sake. I was just having a bit of fun".
Jane was still sitting on her thigh, her pussy weeping its juices over the leather. Sophie could see the wetness shining on the surface. She still had her hand on Jane's toned thigh, although now the skirt had fallen down covering it. Jane's leg muscles were tensed and her whole body was like a thoroughbred athlete on the starting blocks before a race. Lovely, tense, expectant. Sophie's hand was now lying over Jane's whose fingers were inside the tight leather, feeling her sex under her black panties. Jane's fingers were now just above her clit and Sophie knew she was wet. Sophie was trying to stop Jane's hand from sliding further down. Sophie had enjoyed getting Jane excited, but now she had, she did not want to go the whole way. She had not had sex with a woman for 20 years and she was not going to start now, even though Jane was utterly ravishing.
Jane was so aroused that although she once again heard Sophie's request, she ignored it. Her fingers on Sophie's pussy told her that her wetness equaled excitement. So Jane carried on pushing her hand down Sophie's pants, while she pushed herself up against Sophie's body, trying to stop her from writhing. Her other hand scrabbled into her bag and while she licked Sophie's long elegant neck with her tongue and felt the hard lump of the woman's clit with her index finger, her hand closed around the silver vibrator.
Sophie was now lying back as Jane pushed herself up against her. She could feel Jane's hard body up against hers and their breasts made contact - squeezing both of them as Jane thrust her hips into hers. Sophie lifted her other leg and tried to free herself by pushing her knee up against Jane's shoulder. To Jane this meant that Sophie was starting get into it, and she ran her hand over Sophie's sexy, leather-clad thigh.
"God, Soph you have a hot body" she said, her voice a sexy whisper, her breath caressing Sophie's neck and face as she kept kissing the older woman.
Jane could now smell Sophie's wetness, filling her leather pants with a sexy dampness that mixed with her other smells of shampoo and patchouli oil.
"I'm going to get you squirting you sexy girl," Jane was now pushing hard and Sophie was starting to fight her in earnest. "Fuck, Jane, get off will you," Sophie's stilettoed foot was now waving in the air trying to find traction on Jane, but couldn't.
"Now, get this - this'll get you spraying everywhere," Sophie heard the slight buzzing as Jane turned on the vibrator and then she suddenly felt it slide along her slit and she cried out
"Oh god, Jane, no, please, no. Ohhh". Sophie was bucking and jumping as the vibrator stimulated her and Jane now stood over Sophie, her bare shapely legs on either side of Sophie's thighs. Sophie was gyrating her hips trying to escape Jane's sex toy, but Jane was using both her hands to keep the vibrator whirring and buzzing inside Sophie's pants.
Sophie felt powerless. At first when Jane started kissing her, she had been surprised and decided the whole thing was rather erotic. Sophie did find Jane very attractive, and she could feel her pussy begin to tingle, like it did when her man started to go to work on her. But when Jane slid her hand down under her belt and unzipped her fly, she thought it was going to far, and then Jane's fingers made contact with her sex. She knew that Jane would have felt her wetness making her arousal obvious; this annoyed her. She suddenly began to feel she was being in some way violated. It seemed presumptuous of this beautiful girl who she had only known for a bare hour or two trying to fuck her in a public bar. She struggled, but Jane did not let up. Soon it was turning into a trial of strength as Sophie tried to pull Jane's hand out of her crotch and Jane seemed equally determined to keep it there.
This really began to annoy Sophie and she told Jane so, but Jane just ignored her. Sophie did not realize at the time, although it dawned on her later, what she just couldn't take was her loosing control. Sophie was used to being in charge when it came to sex, she initiated it and also decided when enough was enough. If she had really thought about it, she would have realized that she had actually really started all this with Jane, when she pushed her toe into Jane's slit.
Jane said something about making her squirt and then she suddenly felt the vibrator, appearing as if from nowhere, right on her pussy. Jane had managed to get it, quite by chance, positioned over her slit exactly right so as to stimulate Sophie's pussy to the maximum extent. The vibrator had been slid exactly in between her swollen labia and the rest of it was pressing down hard, right on top of her swollen, and by now wet and erect, clitoris. Jane was pressing the vibrator lengthwise into her slit: so forcefully that the vibrating action was actually being impaired by the pressure. It was not entering her, but by lying lengthways down her vulva it was creating a perfect storm of pleasure for Sophie.
"Oh god, Jane, no, please, no. Ohhh". She said, but she knew then it was hopeless and that very soon she would be climaxing. Jane's sexiness to her was now neither here nor there. The buzzing machine was remorselessly stimulating her sex, and however much she was fighting it, it never gave up, always shooting arousing shock waves through her stiff clit. Her reddening labia were oozing wetness and she could feel her panties wet against her.
"Oh my god, stop it, oh god, ooh. I'm going to cum." Jane stood astride her and she could feel Sophie trembling as she writhed and moaned, seemingly trying to get away from the tormenting battery-powered instrument.
Jane lent down and kissed Sophie on the mouth again as she struggled against the ever-present stimulation from the little after thought that Jane had put in her bag. Jane's hand pushing the vibrator tight against her sex were now quite wet with Sophie's juices. Jane felt so triumphant and so incredibly aroused she expected to climax spontaneously herself.
Both the girls were a little anxious that other people would see them or hear them. But for Sophie there was nothing she could do. Resistance was futile and she began to come. The little cylinder pulled it out of her in a raging wave of pleasure, and even as it was washing through her whole body, still it vibrated, making her wetter still, and driving her even wilder as she came and came in a massive orgasm. Jane pushed her lovely body against Sophie's trembling, toned, hard body. Sophie pushed up with her hips as she came; her breasts hard and erect through the chiffon of her top and her thighs muscles clenching-pulling the leather tight against her skin and showing off her wonderful curves.
Sophie relaxed as her climax faded away and Jane extracted the vibrator from her sex. Fluid dripped off the end of it as she removed it. Sophie was still trembling, her face shiny with perspiration. Jane took the vibrator, and switching it off, slid it into her mouth as she had seen it done in porn movies. She was taken aback at how sexy Sophie's vagina tasted - a mix of musty wetness with just a hint of urine.
Sophie groaned and zipped her fly. "Jane, I told you I didn't want it, you fucking raped me."
Jane suddenly felt dread, the use of the R-word scared her. "But Sophie, I didn't realize, I mean I thought you wanted it, I'm sorry, you started it all."
"No I didn't. You did when you felt up my ass - Jesus I'm not into women - I just was playing with you for a bit of amusement, I didn't want to screw you for god's sake.
You went ahead and fucked me, even though I told you to stop. Jesus, you may be gorgeous, but it doesn't give you a excuse to do what you did."
Sophie looked stunning in her anger. She stood up, her hips wide and strong in the dim light. Jane slipped her hands around her waist and put her palms on Sophie's tight ass.
"Sophie, I'm so sorry - you looked like you enjoyed it. Why don't you come back with me and we can have a drink in my apartment?"
Sophie lifted Jane's hands off her ass and then, out of blue, slapped Jane, hard, on the face.
"Christ Jane what don't you understand? Leave me fucking alone. I'm not a dyke and I only wished I had not agreed to come out with you tonight." She collected her small bag and putting her foot into the shoe she had removed earlier, she turned on her heel and left the table.
"You alright?" It was the waitress. Jane's face was smarting and the shock of the slap had brought tears to her eyes.
"Yes, I'm OK, thanks. Sorry about that."
"What was all that about?" The waitress looked genuinely concerned. She must have heard the slap - it seemed very loud even above the music and hubbub of the bar..
"O nothing really, we just had an argument." Jane was nearly in tears and she felt humiliated and embarrassed. She gave the girl enough money to pay for all their drinks and then some and collecting her bag. She managed to find her wet panties under the bench and put them in her bag. She tried to prevent the waitress from seeing them.
The girl held Jane's arm as she led her out of the bar. Jane noticed people looking at her. She must have a red face she thought, quite apart from the tears that she was trying to prevent from running down her face.
"You sure you're OK? Lovers' tiff or something? She was some hell of a biker chick is all I can say". She paused as she saw that Jane seemed about to cry. She wanted to say something to cheer her up.
"You know, I guess everyone says it to you, but you're very beautiful."
"Yeah, I'm OK, thanks for asking. No we're not that way. I guess I pissed her off somehow. Thanks for the compliment." Jane managed to smile at the young girl. How nice she was. The waitress waved her hand in farewell and returned to the bar.
Outside, the cool revived her and she felt the air swirling around her naked sex and legs. She shivered, and dried her tears using her panties. How things had changed in the space of 10 minutes - from potential lover to persona non grata. She felt awful. Maybe she was that, but how was she to know? She had been "fighting" Sophie, but she thought it was all part of the foreplay - and what about Sophie, who had been penetrating her with her big toe - she had certainly not imagined that - and she had even removed Jane's panties and almost got her to climax by just teasing her. And then there was all that sexy, dirty talk to her. Didn't Sophie point out how her wet her pussy was? The thought then occurred to Jane that maybe Sophie had just been observing the fact of her arousal, rather than saying, "You're turned on and I like it" which is how Jane had understood it.
No. Sophie would not have done that to her unless she had had some sexual interest in her.
Jane walked back to her apartment, feeling dejected and rejected. She did not look at herself in the glass of the shop windows or doors on the way back, she walked back slowly. She felt cold and she could feel her nipples erect and hard in the chill and whereas often this might make her feel attractive and sexy, she hardly noticed it now.
She was back in her apartment surprisingly soon. She closed the door, kicked off her heels and lay on the bed. She still felt embarrassed and humiliated. Maybe Sophie was feeling the same way, just down in that other apartment?
She called Jonathan, but there was no reply. She left a message on his cell. "Jon, I'm sorry about tonight - if you are around later do give me call, I'd love to hear from you." She almost added she was lonely and needed to talk, but she couldn't bring herself to do so - she thought Jonathan would regard it is as even more annoying to be "on" again after gratuitously being "off" earlier. It was only 10:00 pm.
She watched TV for about half and hour and then, feeling a great deal of trepidation, she called Donna.
"Hi this is Donna and Lillian. We're out right now, but please leave a message."
Half of her really wanted to leave a message - "Donna, I'm feeling lonely and want to be made to feel good again, can you help?", but she got cold feet. The great thing about Sophie was that she would have been a one night event with no commitment, although the way she felt right now made her wonder, if she had succeeded in her plan, whether she could actually have stood only one night with her.
With Donna though it would be likely to be always "on", and then there would be Lillian who she knew would always be trying to get in her panties - she liked the idea in principle, but it all seemed so complicated with Donna and Lillian's relationship. Once again for the millionth time, she wondered why she wanted Sophie so much. Donna and Lillian were both as hot as she was. Perhaps there is no satisfactory explanation for the particular, deep attraction she seemed to have for Sophie.
Jane went to bed early and slept poorly, still feeling very sorry for herself, especially when she saw the scented candles and felt the fresh white sheet and duvet on her nakedness. She should have been having a night of passion with that hot vixen, not trying to sleep all on her own. It just was not fair.
When she got up the next morning, she felt teary and emotional. Rejection is so hard to take.
On the door mat she saw a note on a letter-sized piece of paper. It was difficult to read. Before reading it she just knew it was from Sophie. Her stomach went into her mouth and she was trembling as she held it. She took it to her bedroom and she lay on the bed her knees up and her back against the wall.
The note said
"Jane,
Sorry about last night. I was too strong, you're not a rapist. You are a sexy girl, but I'm not into girls - sorry if I made you think I was.
If it makes it any better I have not gone so far with a women since I was 20 years old, so you gotta be special.
Both our nights out were screwed up. Sorry again - I forgive you and I hope you forgive me
XX Sophie"
Jane was trembling so hard she could hardly hold the letter. So that was it - there really never would be a chance of her removing those skin- tight leather pants or licking Sophie's sexy pussy- tasting of patchouli oil and musk. She knew now that it would never happen, but she did feel a little better. She would always have the memory of Sophie and what they did do together. She realized that for many that would have been plenty.