Lesbian Bar
Vera did not like lesbian bars. She did not lead "the life" and in a lesbian bar were those who did a she had found out the couple of times she had been in one. But not leading the life and hoping to meet another lesbian incidentally to daily life was not getting her anywhere. First of all though she was quite femme she did not prefer butch and liked other femmes. And now 48 she had had a couple of fairly long term relationships but the had dissolved for various reasons sand now she felt herself being alone for the rest of her life. And at the present it had been over a year since Vera had been with another woman at all. A lesbian bar also for Vera was a place to seek sex, pure and simple. And going to one would be submitting to those feelings which Vera could not deny she had more so than she wished and had had them since she was 11. So when Vera changed clothes that day to a skirt to her knees and a blouse and knew she was going to go to a lesbian bar she resented herself. She checked herself fin the mirror. She never wore makeup and was fortunate not to need it. Her hazel eyes and aquiline nose and nicely full lips framed a warm smile and she wore her hair in a bun even in the evening. As far as her grooming she had from age a bit of a wobble in her thighs and rear and her annoyingly large 40D breasts needed the cloth brassiere she had found to support them as they now drooped terribly without one. \And yes she had belly rolls and her skin hung a bit. But she shaved always, all of her legs, under her arms, and she herself trimmed her substantial bush. 48 and ready...for what she asked herself as she left the house and went a block or two and into a neighborhood bart that was a lesbian bar. ****** It turned out to be a nice bar, not seedy, dimly lit but not dark. She purchased a glass of red wine at the bar and took a small table and watched some women go to and fro, some clearly butch and some clearly femme and some like Vera of uncertain orientation. Occasionally a butch would smile at her but Vera's smile back was not inviting and she sat alone for a bit. Then a woman clearly femme by her frilly dress asked could she sit and Vera said of course, seeing that she also had a glass of wine. They introduced themselves, the woman being Deborah and gave her age 24-- which isn't so unusual in a lesbian bar. Deborah wa snot fazed by Vera's age being double hers and her being old enough to be her mother. They talked a bit, Deborah recently out of college and working at a bank and Vera telling of her work in the office of a public school. "I hope I'm not too personal but may I ask when you knew you were lesbian" Deborah said. "I don't mind...for me I was about 10 when I got my first feelings and knew pretty much for sure when I was 12. You?' "Don't be shocked but I got my first feelings at 9 and totally for other girls and except for trying males I have never looked back so to speak," Deborah said. "Nine is early but it happens and for me at 10 it was frustrating so I can imagine at 9 it was too," Vera said sipping her wine and taking in the nice look to Deborah's face. "Oh yes. It was like I was in a different world from friends and adults didn't think of a girl that age having sex feelings." Vera nodded. "I will be personal now...are you seeking butch?" Vera asked Deborah blushed and shook her head. "I know I';m supposed to be since I am femme but if I wanted a man I would get an actual one." "I am femme and feel the same so hi again," Vera said and Deborah laughed softly and they shook hands. "I have been here a few times and wonder why I come here when it is mainly for hookups between butch and femme," Deborah said. "Well except for age we hade lucked out maybe?" VEr asked. "Yes," Deborah said firmly. "And age is of no concern unless we are getting married." Indeed, Vera thought, Deborah wa snot someone she would be settling with and she agreed. "If you would like we could go to my apartment and talk more," Deborah suggested. "I live nearby." They left the lesbian bar. "My goodness people will think we are lesbian," Ver joked as they hooked arms to walk to Deborah', bringing a quiet laugh from Deborah. ****** Vera commented on Deborah' apartment with its warm furnishings and a few prints on the walls and "Thank you Vera. I like it. Would you like wine or coffee or a soda?" "I'm okay,": Vera said sitting on a softly cushioned chair and Deborah on a small sofa. They talked about the bar and about their jobs and about being lesbian and finding someone and a lot about being femme and liking other femmes. "It feels good to talk to you about these things," Deborah said. "For me too, very much," Vera answered. "Usually by now I've changed out of my street clothes," Deborah said. "Me too," Vera said, :but I can't get to them right now.". Deborah again laughed her quiet but sincere laugh. Vera took Deborah mentioning changing clothes as an invitation to be with Vera who rose from her chair and sat next to Deborah on the sofa.. "I haven't been with a woman in over a year. I like you and want to have sex with you Deborah, I need to," Vera said, her words trying to tell Deborah that her feelings were purely sexual. It did not bother Deborah that Vera wanted her for sex because Deborah wanted Vera the same way and so Deborah answered by putting an arm around Vera's neck and kissing her. The long time for Vera made her kiss almost violent but she was met with Deborah's own needs. Their heads turned this way and that as their mouths opened fully and ate at the other's, exploring deeply with their tongues or meeting the other's tongue in a battle. Deborah's reason for choosing a dress became apparent as she opened her knee to let Vera's hand move under her dress and along Deborah's naked thighs. Deborah let herself move down into the sofa more as Vera pushed Deborah's thighs open, revealing her young tight thighs as the skirt of Deborah's dress slid back and as her kiss intensified even more with Vera's touch. AS they kissed and as Vera caressed Deborah's muscled thighs Deborah blindly Deborah's hand found the buttons of Vera's blouse and undid them and opened it and grasped at the cloth brassiere and lifted it, freeing vera's huge breasts into Deborah's warm hands. The warmth and fullness of Vera's breasts went through Deborah and she brought her mouth from Vera's down until she was nursing at Vera's large aureoles and pulling at her rock hard nipples. Vera's desire to lean back and let Deborah's attention to her breasts go through her yielded to her hand feeling those strong thighs which promised to lead to Deborah's womanhood. Deborah's dress askew and Vera's brassiere lying o her breasts led both women suddenly to rise form the sofa and to undress completely, They stood naked to be looked at with wanting eyes by the other woman before they smashed together and kissed again, their bodies melting together. against each other. Their moths aching with their violent kissing they stood apart again and Deborah bent forward and again took Vera's aureoles and nipples into her mouth while he r hand slipped down to Vera's bush while Vera's hand finally felt Deborah's womanhood. They masturbate done another, kissing, each other's breasts, kissing with their aching mouths, their hands immersed in the hot wet protrusion of their womanhoods. Feeling orgasm reaching out to them but not wanting to reach it they stood like that for several moments, their eyes locked when they could. The long time for Vera brought her to her orgasm first with Deborah, sensing it, moving a finger inside of Vera to fondle her clitoris while Vera' approaching orgasm brought Deborah' along and they both came virtually together, their bodies shaking with it and their hands soaked in the other's cum.
For a long time they lay together ron the sofa in one another's arms, saying nothing, kissing softly, touching softly/
Yes they had come together for sex and found it fulfilling and yet while other emotions usually preceded sex in this case they seemed to be there afterwards.