"An Unexpected Seduction" (closed)

[LoriDean12345]

"An Unexpected Seduction"

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Summer Davis
Turning 30 soon
5'8", 123#
34B-25-35
Light hazel eyes
Brunette hair, died with a hint of auburn.


Summer sat through the conference's second day with great impatience. She'd met someone this morning before a round table discussion focusing on the intersection of feminist issues and social media. It had been only a brief encounter: polite greetings, a few words about the upcoming topic, and a handshake that -- to Summer, anyway -- had felt more intimate than it actually had been. It had all caused Summer's attention to shift away from the weekend conference and to the fantasy of making hot, passionate love atop cool sheets before the opened French doors of her hotel suite.

Her work as a public park and open spaces designer had been brutal on relationships. It required Summer to travel to distant cities, states, and even other countries, sometimes for weeks at a time. Three years ago, she'd gone through yet another ugly breakup blamed on her repeated absences. Summer had then abandoned the quest for lasting love and resigned herself to occasionally fulfilling her needs through lust. Love had eluded Summer so skillfully and for so long that she doubted she would recognize it again even if it bit her on her still-tight, still-shapely ass.

Summer had arrived in San Francisco yesterday afternoon. She'd spent the evening trolling the conference's evening social event for a potential lover. No one had sparked her interest. Summer had been contemplating going clubbing after today's events until she'd had this morning's encounter.

Summer hurried out of her last round table for the day and took up a station near the downtown hotel's exit. She had no idea whether her target was staying in this hotel or was simply here for the quarterly event. She figured she had a 1 in 4 chance of once again looking into those eyes, looking at that body, feeling the warmth that built within her at such proximity to such beauty.

Summer Davis

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[justmethatswho]

Elizabeth Estrada-Hayes
Age 33
34b - 24 - 34
5'-5"
Brown eyes
Brunette with blonde highlights.

Elizabeth had missed the mixer last night as her flight had been delayed and she arrived to her room just before midnight. Thankfully the change in time zones had allowed her a bit more sleep than she was used to back home.

The conference was interesting but in all honesty was a way to get her employer to pay for a trip to San Francisco. Who is going to turn down a woman wanting to attend a feminist conference. She had added a couple nights after the conference to explore the city. That was the plan anyway, which was perfect being her husband was having a boys weekend with his buddies.

Her and her husband had been married for 8 years, as of next week. Kids, the question which was always asked, no not yet. With Elizabeth wanting to make sure her marriage and work life was on track before really trying. Though her and her husband had been "really" trying for over a year now with no success. Though as noted that is another story.

The conference was over though now. She had hoped to meet someone to network with, maybe explore with rather than being alone, not that she was not willing to go alone if she had to. She thought of the people she had met, again upset she had missed the mixer which as things turned out was about the one chance to network. Time between sessions and lunch seem hurried allowing little time to chat with the other women at the conference.

Though it was now over, she was thinking about the evening, the bottle of wine in her room, a seafood dinner, what to wear. As she walked she checked her phone and made sure she had the uber app loaded.


Elizabeth

 

[LoriDean12345]

And then, there she was, Elizabeth. Summer felt seriously underdressed compared to the incredibly dressed woman. But then, Summer had always been a casual dresser. Tonight, that casual appearance meant that beneath her thin, silk blouse, her B-cup breasts were unbridled and free, as was often the case. Summer had always been proud of her still-firm bosom and its ever-pert nipples. She found humor in the fact that she'd never once felt the desire to tell an ogler my eyes are up here.

Summer cut through the crowd and stepped in front of Elizabeth, whose gaze was still down on her phone. When the beauty stopped short and looked up, Summer smiled and laughed.

"Sorry! Didn't meant to startle you, Liz," Summer apologized. She corrected without knowing whether it was necessary, Elizabeth, sorry. I heard one of the others call you Liz."

She offered out her hand. "Summer. I wasn't sure if you'd remember."

I sure remembered you, Summer thought to herself. I could never forget you!

"I was wondering," she continued after Elizabeth spoke, "Would you like to get a coffee? Or, maybe, a drink?"

She was hoping for the second, of course. Summer had often used caffeine to lengthen an evening, giving her more time to make her play, particularly if the prey was reluctant. But alcohol worked just as well if not better sometimes, and it had the added benefit of often loosening her intended's inhibitions. And thighs.

Of course, Summer was getting ahead of herself. She wasn't entirely certain that Elizabeth liked other women. It was a guess; a feeling. The handshake this morning before the first round table had started Summer thinking; but it had been some of the comments Elizabeth had made during the two meetings in which they'd both participated that had made Summer believe she had a chance with the beauty.

 

[justmethatswho]

Elizabeth was already thinking of other things than the conference, talking in space yet so focused on getting to her room and finding and uber to the wharf. She did not even notice the woman approaching her, nearly walking over her before abruptly being stopped.

"Sorry! Didn't meant to startle you, Liz," Summer apologized. She corrected without knowing whether it was necessary, Elizabeth, sorry. I heard one of the others call you Liz."

It was a moment that caught her off guard. The woman called her Liz, there where only a couple people that use that variation of her name. She wondered if she should know this woman, how she knew her name. Scanning her mind, her college roommates called her Liz, a woman she worked with in Texas and a few others, the attractive woman before her was not one of those.

"oh, I was wondering how you knew my name." Looking down Elizabeth saw she was still wearing her lanyard and name tag from the conference. "Yes Elizabeth is fine. Do I ... Oh you were in a couple conferences I was in ... I tend to talk too much at times." She confessed as she was never the quiet one in the room.

Elizabeth looked down, then back up at the woman. "Summer right. Yes we did meet earlier today." Seeing her Elizabeth felt overdressed as she had the entire day. Though in her reasoning, it was best to be overdressed than under dressed. Though Elizabeth was a bit .. well more than a bit of girly girl, having planned her outfits for the conference and weekend over a month ago, right down to the matching bra and pantie set. It was quite obvious that Summer was not wearing a bra, though with her firm bosom why should she. Though the look was in stark contrast, to her custom fit bra which presented her breasts as sculpted art.

"I was wondering," she continued after Elizabeth spoke, "Would you like to get a coffee? Or, maybe, a drink?"

"Coffee ... a drink?" Elizabeth was a bit puzzled for the moment, then reasoned the woman wanted to discuss one of the meetings from earlier in the day. "Uh sure ... are you familiar with San Francisco ... it is my first time visiting. I was going to catch an uber to somewhere on the water ... if you like ... or maybe just the hotel bar." Making it clear her choice was a bar over coffee.

 

[LoriDean12345]

"Hotel bar is perfect," Summer said with an excited tone. She swept a hand in the right direction, adding, "Shall we?"

The bar was packed. Summer scanned for a booth. They were all filled with hotel guests, conference attendees, and locals who saw a crowded bar as a good place to meet people (aka call girls, pick pockets, bar flies, and other opportunists).

"There," Summer said, pointing to a pair of adjacent bar stools from which a couple was just now rising. Desperate to have contact with the tall beauty, Summer laid a hand gently upon the small of Elizabeth's back for a moment as she added, "Two stools, opening up."

Summer looked to the other woman for a reaction to the unexpected touch. She was looking for some indication that Elizabeth welcomed it. But the sexy brunette was distracted by a man who flashed her a suggestive smile. Summer was robbed of her response. Oh well, I've got all night to learn whether this going any where.

She led Elizabeth through the crowd just in time to snatch the stools before a pair of men did. The two gentlemen ogled the two ladies. One was about to speak -- likely to offer to buy them drinks -- but Summer quickly cut him off with a whispered, "Get lost, loser."

The two men hesitated but then wandered off to look for other seating. Summer waved the bartender over to take their orders. She turned her attention back to Elizabeth, studying her incredible facial features as she asked her for her opinion on the conference. As they chatted about the round tables and topics and guest speakers, Summer often took the opportunities of Elizabeth's diverted eyes to do a little ogling herself. She was coming to like Elizabeth more with every passing moment. And she was coming to yearn the beauty more as well.

Summer had noted the wedding band, of course. That didn't necessarily mean that Elizabeth was married to a man. And whether she was married to a man or another woman, that didn't necessarily mean Elizabeth was happily married. Summer thought back on the things she'd heard the woman say in the round tables. Had she said anything about her personal life that would indicate happiness in her union? Summer couldn't remember anything specific. It was driving her crazy, not knowing. Was Elizabeth a lesbian? Bisexual? Curious? Or even remotely so on the last?

"Married, huh?" Summer said, finally venturing into the private realm. The bartender stepped up to refresh their drinks before Elizabeth could say much, so Summer continued, "I very nearly got married a few years ago. Didn't happen. My girlfriend couldn't handle my absences. My job often took me away for weeks at a time."

She paused there, looking for the other woman's reaction to the very casual use of the word girlfriend.

 

[justmethatswho]

"Shall we?"

"uh sure." had barely left Elizabeth's lips before the two women were headed to the bar. As they walked she felt Summer's hand nudge her along, though it seemed a bit friendly, she felt there was no harm in it.

"Two stools, opening up."

A man looked as though he had a thought of conversing with the two but before he could get many words in Summer had shewed him away. Elizabeth let out a small laugh to herself as she did.

In the tight skirt it took a little effort to get up on the stool, yet soon both women were seated.

"It felt like I had a personal body guard there ... thank you Summer .... I guess those men do not know the feminists are in town." She said with a smile, not one to notice men ogling at her, let alone the attractive woman she was with.

"Oh yes .. married yes." Elizabeth responded, twirling the ring upon her finger. "He is back home ... weekend with his buddies ... that is why I have a couple more nights in San Francisco." She confessed.

Summer began to tell her how she had almost married then added girlfriend. Elizabeth tried not to be surprised, though it was most obvious clear on her face that girlfriend was not something she had expected to hear. "yes I know how travel and work can hinder a relationship. I married my husband before either of us were into our careers, now long hours for work, traveling a couple times a month, makes it difficult to spend good time together." Elizabeth put on an uncomfortable smile. "But we make due ... I mean what choice do we have ... besides he tolerates me and my job ... for my paycheck." Not wanting to go into the details how for the last few years her pay substantially grew beyond his.


"enough of me ... I bet from earlier today you know how much I like to talk and have an opinion."

Still Elizabeth had no idea that Summer had an interest in more than conversation.

 

[LoriDean12345]

"I guess those men do not know the feminists are in town."

Summer laughed. She looked for eavesdroppers, then leaned in to whisper, "Well, from my experience, they don't see us as feminists. They see us as a pair of breasts that require an addition amount of effort and booze to get their hands on."

Summer wasn't the man-hating, feminist lesbian-type. She liked men well enough. Just not between her thighs or in the larger corner office to which she had to report. She'd intentionally passed on several good job opportunities in the past to avoid working for male supervisors she preferred not have above her on the corporate ladder. Then again, she'd once had a very bitch of a female boss, so, it wasn't just about having a cock between your legs, was it.

When Elizabeth confirmed that the wedding band around her finger had come with a cock attached to it, Summer wasn't surprised. Disappointed yes! But not surprised.

"Enough of me ... I bet from earlier today you know how much I like to talk and have an opinion."

"I loved listening to you, Elizabeth," Summer told her with a genuine tone. She reached out and place a hand on the other woman's knee as she added, "You have great insight into the topics. Inspirational."

She pulled her hand back again, reaching for her drink. The gesture had been meant to test Elizabeth's reaction to being touched by a relatively unknown woman. The time and gentleness of the touch had been meant to hover somewhere between simply friendly and just a little intimate.

To Summer, though, it had been sexual all the way. She'd always been very physically aware of her body. And right now, her pussy was warmer than normal, expecting -- yearning! -- attention. And after having touched the long legged beauty, Summer's nipples had swollen to double their conspicuousness.

"Elizabeth, tell me something," Summer said with a softer voice. She looked about them for eavesdroppers again, then leaned in closer. Barely above a whisper she asked, "When you're away from your husband, at these conferences or for work, other work, I mean. Whaddaya..."

She hesitated, looked about yet again, then leaned in so close that as she breathed she inhaled Elizabeth's wonderful scent.

"What I mean is," she continued tentatively. Summer knew that this could either continue the conversation in a wonderful direction or end it quite suddenly. So she was nervous about broaching the subject so early. But she was horny for this tall, lithe goddess, and Summer needed to know now whether there was any chance of the two of them getting naked with one another, tonight, tomorrow, or any time in the future. She continued, "When you're away from him, your husband. And, you know, you get an itch."

Summer looked into Elizabeth's eyes for a moment to ensure that she understood itch to mean Jesus Christ, I need to cum! She continued, "Do you tough it out? Or, you know..."

She shrugged her shoulders tentatively, not wanting to say it out loud: Do you cheat on your husband to fulfill your needs?

Summer wasn't ready to broach the sex with another woman topic yet. She needed to know whether there was any chance Elizabeth would contemplate sex with anyone other than her husband first, before she headed toward I want to be with you so desperately.

 

[justmethatswho]

Summer was being quite flattering to Elizabeth, which made her wonder what was it she had said today that so caught her attention

"Well, from my experience, they don't see us as feminists. They see us as a pair of breasts that require an addition amount of effort and booze to get their hands on."

Her bluntness caught Elizabeth a bit off guard. Not that what she said was not true. "I mean yes I see your point, as in most instances it is true. It took me some time to embrace who I am and find comfort in that. I mean I hope you makes me a lesser feminist, yet I think in my comfort with me, myself and well my body, which takes time and effort to maintain, let me add. That well, I am not afraid to be dressing to be noticed ... though I guess today I was a bit out of place, I am fine with that. I like being a woman ... a girly woman at that ... I like girly things and do not a apolagize for that ... a person should be able to enjoy what they enjoy ... right?"

Elizabeth stopped and immediately wondered if she had spoken to openly.

She had felt Summer's hand again glaze her, though she did not pull back or act startled she did a moment later adjust her chair so that she was facing more forward than at Summer, she also place her drink closer to her self.

"When you're away from your husband, at these conferences or for work, other work, I mean. Whaddaya..."

The puzzled look must of made it obvious Elizabeth was missing the point. "I am not sure what you are asking Summer?"

"What I mean is," Elizabeth felt the nerves in her stomach turn. "When you're away from him, your husband. And, you know, you get an itch."

Elizabeth wondered if she was really asking what, she assumed she was now asking. Her face turning red as she was now a bit embarrassed.

"An itch? I scratch it." Liz smiled from her naive answer, though the tone was obvious.

"When you're away from him, your husband. And, you know, you get an itch."

The question even Elizabeth feel a bit more embarrassed as she recalls her quick quip to the itch question.

"Umm ... ummm ... yes ... I um." She turned to her drink for the answer, emptying her glass. "I am not afraid of ... well making myself happy." She looked at her phone, in hopes it would ring and save her. Though part of her was curious, Elizabeth knew that her love life at home had lacked much for the last two years. "um yes I guess I itch the scratch ... I mean scratch the itch. I mean we are women .. that does not mean we should not enjoy our bodies ... right?"

 

[LoriDean12345]

"An itch? I scratch it."

Elizabeth's initial response was at the best vague. Scratch it how? Summer wanted to ask, seeking specificity. But then the beauty continued.

"I am not afraid of ... well making myself happy"

Summer's eyes widened a bit as she realized where Elizabeth's response was going. She hadn't been looking for a confession about masturbation. Yet Summer's heart shipped a beat at the realization that one was coming.

"… um yes I guess I itch the scratch ... I mean scratch the itch. I mean we are women .. that does not mean we should not enjoy our bodies ... right?"

Summer's smile widened as her head nodded slightly. "Exactly. So exactly right, Elizabeth."

The bartender's passing by halted the conversation for a moment. Summer studied the other woman's face for a moment. Elizabeth's face had flushed a deep red that had been so cute that Summer had felt like taking her into her arms for a comforting hug. She'd resisted, but only barely.

Summer wanted to continue seeking the answer to her original inquiry, the one about whether or not Elizabeth might get naked with her. But this new and very unexpected topic was an interesting place to spend some time. Summer knew that she could learn a lot about Elizabeth with less chance of offending her and, thus, sending her running.

"So, do you have a favorite toy?" she asked, leaning in close and whispering. She giggled, looked for too-near-ears, and confessed, "I bought a Rapid Rabbit a while back. My God, Liz. I never expected--"

She'd intentionally used Liz again, testing the waters to see if their familiarity was at that point yet. But Summer stopped before finishing with to cum that hard and often as she saw a pair of men approaching from beyond Elizabeth. They first ogled Elizabeth's ass, then Summer's chest. As she feared they would interrupt the very interesting conversation, Summer just lightly shook her head to them. They got the picture and continued onward deeper into the bar.

She looked back to Elizabeth, seeking an answer to the very personal question with, "So, do you?"

 

[justmethatswho]

"So, do you have a favorite toy?" she asked, leaning in close and whispering. She giggled, looked for too-near-ears, and confessed, "I bought a Rapid Rabbit a while back. My God, Liz. I never expected--"

Elizabeth was a bit surprised as the conversation had taken the turn it did. For a moment she thought of asking for an explanation what it was, then decided that would just make her sound more naive. "I take it you like that ... rap rapid then." She stumbled with the name trying to sound confident as in she understood.

This time she noticed the men ogling her ass and she shifted to block their view. Though her mind wondered if maybe she would be safer with them for a moment. Though Summer had a way ... or a look that chased men away before they could approach.

So, do you?"

It was obvious the bartender and another man were trying to listen in. Elizabeth noticed a booth set off in the back which may be a bit more private. "Hey, maybe we should grab that booth." she suggested.

....

Elizabeth and Summer waited as the busboy cleaned the table, sliding in before the table was dry.

"So do I have a favorite toy, of course. My husband." Elizabeth smiled hoping her answer was enough, trying to sound confident, though knowing it had been 23 days since her and her husband had. Then her mind recalled college .. her first experience with a toy. How at home she had the plumber change the shower so that it had a hand held pulsing shower head, the ... oh my. How 5 weeks ago on a trip there was an adult toy store just down from her hotel, the dildo she bought, but too embarrassed to fly home with it she dropped it in a trash can along the way.

 

[LoriDean12345]

"So do I have a favorite toy, of course. My husband."

Summer laughed playfully at Elizabeth’s answer. Inside, though, she wanted to cry. She realized now that she’d made a mistake in believing that the Goddess before her might be interested in other women.

Oh, well, Summer thought to herself. She was still thrilled to be here with the beauty. Their conversation and time together would only make Summer’s date with the Rabbit more memorable tonight. (She never left home without the cordless vibrator.) Despite being sure she had no chance with Elizabeth, Summer wasn’t ready to give up on the erotic conversation quite yet.

“Sooooo, men,” she mused. “What’s that like? As you can probably guess, I’m never been with one.”

 

[justmethatswho]

"really ... you never been with a man." Elizabeth did a quick tally in her head and came up with nice, one HS boyfriend, 4 in college, 2 casual flings, 2 one night stands and her husband. Oh 11, the two she has tried to forget ... oops.

"umm I guess I like it ... I mean men or men .. most care only of there own pleasure .. yet when it is perfect the feeling is untouchable. Not that I have been with may ... 11 I think." Trying to change the subject to Summer she added. "So women ... I mean I kissed a girl once in college ... and at the moment I was afraid ... but to quote Katy Perry ... I think looking back now I liked it ... though in the moment I was petrified of how I felt. So really you have never been with a man .. then umm how did you know ... I mean ... that you were into women ... I am sorry ... I must sound so ignorant."

 

[LoriDean12345]

"... I mean men are men .. most care only of their own pleasure...

Summer could understand that. They couldn't help it, men. It was part of their ancient, animalistic history. After all, the original reason for sex had been to perpetuate the species. And once a man spurt his seed inside a woman, well, it was all over, right?

To be honest, though, Summer had been with her share of women whose only goal was to achieve their own orgasm. She didn't see it as much in women as her heterosexual friends saw in in men. But, it was still there.

"Not that I have been with many ... 11 I think."

Summer wasn't sure whether or not to be surprised at the number of Elizabeth's lovers. Most of her married heterosexual friends had married young; their lover counts could often be counted on one hand. Some of those on their second marriage had played the field in between vows; their numbers were often much larger. But her single friends -- the ones as hold as Elizabeth, which Summer guessed was 28 plus or minus 4 -- had in most cases racked up numbers much higher than 11.

And Summer herself? Fuck, she couldn't even begin to put a number on the number of pussies upon which she had put her mouth or into which she sunk her fingers. Oh, she was no slut or anything like that. But, she had begun her sex life young, relative to most of her friends. And she was turning 30 in a couple of weeks. And she had been without a committed partner for all but 6 of her 17 years of sexual activity.

So, how many had there been? Well, some quick math as the bartender arrived at the booth to refresh their drinks. Two lovers a month on the average maybe? Three? There had been a phase there following her first serious broken heart when Summer had been sweating and screaming with a different woman every day. Sometimes two a day! It was kind of hard to average that year into the sum. So, 3 a month, 12 months a year, 11 years being single, add the two long time girlfriends (one of which was actually a fiancée), plus those 3 wild months...

Fuck, Summer thought to herself, you ARE a slut. She knew she couldn't tell Elizabeth a number like that. And she didn't want to lie. So, she just kept it to herself as the woman in the sexy pencil skirt asked her what it was like to be a lesbian.

"So really you have never been with a man .. then umm how did you know ... I mean ... that you were into women ... I am sorry ... I must sound so ignorant."

"Don't be silly, Liz-- Elizabeth," Summer cut in, correcting on the name. "We all only know what we know. As far as how I knew I liked girls over boys, it was never a question for me. I knew I was a lesbian the first time I held a pert, swollen nipple between my lips. I was--"

Summer hesitated, laughed, and blushed. "Never mind how old I was. Too young, some would say. I'd kissed a boy before. Two actually. Even let one feel me up under my tee shirt, over my bra. Was planning on letting him get under my booby bridle that Saturday after the school dance. Then I met Leesha. And after that, the only man who'd ever touch me again was my doctor."

A couple passing by delayed the conversation a moment. Summer studied Elizabeth a moment. "So, this girl you kissed. You said, what, college? It didn't go any farther than that?"

Summer listened to the answer, then asked, "Would you have liked it to go farther? You know, just to see what it was like?"

Again, Summer listened to Elizabeth's response. Then, with a tone that the other woman may or may not have recognized as an invitation, Summer asked, "Now, at this stage of your life, with a husband and all. Would you ever want to, you know, see what it's like?"

Summer had no idea how she would react to Elizabeth's answer, whether yea or nay. She was sort of talking off the top of her head. If Elizabeth said yes, Summer was definitely going to invite her upstairs to her hotel room. But if Elizabeth said no? Well, Summer could only hope that answer was not the one given.

 

[justmethatswho]

Elizabeth had always thought that 11 was a fairly high number by the standards of her and her friends, though it was near the bottom of the other women she knew. Now seeing Summers reaction it seemed a bit tame. Her mind wondered to the last two on the list as her husband only knew of 9, which was the typical number she told people if the conversation came up. She should have more regret for the last two ... as they took place while married to her husband.

Near the bottom of her second drink she was beginning to feel it. Soon she knew she would be more chatty and open as her inhibitions faded. Looking at her phone, she notes it is getting a bit late to run around town for a dinner and sightseeing and in hopes of at least having a nice conversation she asks Summer. "Do you mind if I have another drink?"

"Don't be silly, Liz-- Elizabeth,"

"You can call me Liz if you like, or Eli or Betsy, just don't call me Beth." she noted to Summer. "Those are what people I know call me .. other than at work, we are not working right?" She smiled with a bit of flirting hint.

"Never mind how old I was. Too young, some would say. I'd kissed a boy before. Two actually. Even let one feel me up under my tee shirt, over my bra. Was planning on letting him get under my booby bridle that Saturday after the school dance. Then I met Leesha. And after that, the only man who'd ever touch me again was my doctor."

It was clear Elizabeth was surprised at Summers openness and blunt honesty. Her hand and arm covering her own breasts. "Um I could see how that would be nice." Really ... nice ... dis she say nice. "So Leesha is the one that convinced you ... I bet ... well that was fun ... I mean ... I just thought I was supposed to be with a man .. I mean it is good ... but only a couple times has it been mind blowing." She paused thinking that sex with her husband had never been mind blowing.

The subject quickly returned to Elizabeth and her kiss of a girl, causing her to blush again.

"So, this girl you kissed. You said, what, college? It didn't go any farther than that?

"Well we kissed in the hall and then went to her room, I guess we made out, feeling each other up, she was quite a bit more assertive than I was, I think I felt her breasts and ass, over her top and jeans. Like I said she was more assertive, I remember I was wearing an off the shoulder top a strapless nude colored bra and matching panties and a white mini skirt. She had pulled my top down, then undid my bra, she laid on top of me, then slid her hand under my skirt .... well I think you get it. I kissed her touched her like I said, when she nudged my panties I panicked and told her to stop ... maybe that is more details than I should admit. I pulled my top off and left the room. I never did get my bra back." Elizabeth smiled the thought of that moment lingering.

Another drink arrives and Elizabeth takes a sip.

"Would you have liked it to go farther? You know, just to see what it was like?"

There is a pause before she finally answers. "At that moment .. no .. I thought it had already gone to far .. that the feeling was wrong ... so in the moment no. But yes .. I admit I wondered. I mean seeing her after she met this girl and how happy they were. Over time .. I ... mean ... I guess so ... that ... yah I wonder." Elizabeth confesses.

 

[LoriDean12345]

"You can call me Liz if you like....."

Summer was tickled to hear Liz give such permission. It wasn't a big deal. It was just a nickname. But Summer had always seen shortened names as a sign of a step forward in a new friendship, even as a step forward toward possibly intimacy. It was kind of ironic actually, since Summer didn't really have a possible nickname. What were people going call her, Sum?

"...we are not working right?"

"No, we're certainly not working," Summer laughed. She pointed a finger playfully toward Liz's face, chastising with a tight smirk, "No more talk of work. In fact, the word work in not allowed for the rest of the evening."

Summer listened with obvious interest to the other woman speaking about her lone experience with another woman. Was it liquid courage from the glass tumbler? Or the effect of the conference, being around so many outspoken women discussing topics so close the them? Or, had Liz needed to talk about her personal life -- her sex life -- with someone she didn't know, a stranger, another woman who might be more open to offer a free opinion because there were strangers.

Honestly Summer didn't care why Liz was being so free with her history. She was simply delighted to be here and be talking with the beauty. She told her, "You remember that experience with great detail. You know what that mean, right? Whether you know it or not, whether you want to believe it or not, I think that night was very special to you. Even if it didn't go very far."

Their next round arrived. But Summer snatched them both and pushed them out of reach. As she stood, she said with energy, "Come'on. Come with me. I have a place we need to go."

She offered a hand to Liz, smiling. "Trust me!"

 

[justmethatswho]

"You remember that experience with great detail. You know what that mean, right? Whether you know it or not, whether you want to believe it or not, I think that night was very special to you. Even if it didn't go very far."

Liz blushes a bit as Summer points out the detail of which I recall my experience. "yes I remember that night ... though I remember a few others also ... in about the same detail ... though in 15 years of activity ... that is probably not enough ... though yes I have had some special experiences I recall ... I guess the girl in college is in that group, now that you point it out."

As the drink arrives Summer pulls it away, not as much to take it away, yet to tease me a bit.

"Summer give me my drink." Liz responds in cute puty voice.

Come'on. Come with me. I have a place we need to go."

"Well I did want to see more of San Francisco than this hotel .... it has to be more fun than a hotel bar ... " She adds.

"Trust me!"[/QUOTE]

"now you have me worried." Liz says as she exits the booth trying to get closer to her drink.

Finally getting close enough and agreeing to Summer, to get her drink. "mm kk I trust you."

Soon Liz was in the back seat of an uber next to Summer. Summer had spoken to the driver, who seemed to know exactly where Summer wanted to go.

"So when are you going to tell me ... where we are going." Liz asked.

 

[LoriDean12345]

"So when are you going to tell me ... where we are going."

Summer looked to Liz, smiled, and laughed. "Trust me. You're gonna love it. But, I have to warn-- No, not warn. Tell you. Well, let's just wait. Just stick close to me, and you'll be fine."

The car came to a stop even as Summer was finishing. She thanked the driver and slipped out. As Liz was exiting Summer's side of the car, the latter grasped her by the hand. The woman's tight fitting dress and two strong drinks from the hotel bar seemed to be making it difficult to negotiate exiting the car. But after they were out, Summer continued to hold Liz's hand.

"This is going to sound strange, but, well, they're gonna love you here," Summer said. She wore a devilish smirk as she pulled Liz closer to her. "Just stick close to me, like I said."

They reached a non-descript door. A bouncer -- easily 6'6" and 300 pounds, but built, not fat -- greeted Summer by name before opening the door. Electronic dance music exploded from within. Summer led Elizabeth by her hand into an increasingly darker hallway. At the end of the hall was a doorway. On it was some very erotic artwork; a pair of sexy women held one another tightly, dancing, their image in fluorescent paint glowing under the illumination of a black light. Yet another bouncer greeted Summer by name. He stamped the back of each woman's left wrist with more glowing ink and opened the door.

The volume of the music increased greatly. Summer led Liz through the door. Just a few steps in she stopped their advance, gave Liz a moment to look about, then -- battling the pounding tune -- leaned in close to her guest to tell her, "Welcome to heaven."

It was obviously a lesbian dance club. With the exception of the bouncers, Liz wasn't going to see a man here at all. They were on a mezzanine, six steps above the dance floor, which was packed with writhing women. There was a bar running down each of the sides to the left and right. Three rows of small round tables ran the length of the club to the back wall. And the back wall was series of ever rising mezzanines that included both booths and tables. In all, there had to be close to 500 women partying the night away.

A DJ -- female, of course -- was working on an isolated mezzanine in one distant corner. In the other corner, ten feet above the dance floor, six leggy women in tiny bikinis occupied seats on a slowly turning, ten foot diameter Ferris Wheel. Another scantily clad woman swung back and forth down the middle of the club on a swing dangling twenty-five feet from the ceiling. And if various places around the interior, women danced on little stages, in equally little cages, and atop bars, Coyote Ugly-style.

The erotic energy in the club was electric. Summer looked to Liz for her reaction, then told her, "If it's too much for you we can leave."

 

[justmethatswho]

"This is going to sound strange, but, well, they're gonna love you here," Summer said. She wore a devilish smirk as she pulled Liz closer to her. "Just stick close to me, like I said."

"My trust of you got me this far." Liz smiled, clearly a bit nervous, as Summer helped her from the car, clutching her hand and leading her on. The bouncer outside was a bit huge, oh my, Liz thought seeing his eyes look at her, she returned his glace with a smile.

She he greeted Summer and once inside, the next bouncer let Liz and her guest easily inside. "They seem to know you ... do you come here often.

By now Liz could feel the music, now more nervous she clutched Summers hand tightly as if holding on for her life. Her mouth fell open as they finally entered the club, the music echoed and seemed to bound thru her body, the energy, the girls dancing, not just patrons, yet gogo dancers in cages, young attractive women dressed in skimpy clothing, leaving little to imagine. The acrobats swinging about, everywhere you looked something was happening.

"If it's too much for you we can leave."

"uh no ... I like this place." Liz smiled still holding Summer's hand as she looked around, then turned to Summer. "It's all women ... except the bouncers." Liz said to Summer, not realizing it was a lesbian club.

 

[LoriDean12345]

"My trust of you got me this far."

Summer smiled wide at Liz's response. She wanted to pull the beauty close and kiss her right here, right now. But she resisted, instead just squeezing her hand more tightly as they continued onward.

To Liz's question about whether or not Summer came here often, the latter shrugged her shoulders. "Enough that I won't be without friends. And if I'm surrounded by friends, you will be, too."

Summer would have explained that to Liz, but then they were inside. She scanned the establishment for a moment, then looked to her guest for her reaction. Liz clutched Summers hand tightly, which gave Summer flashbacks to when she'd been scared as a little girl. She'd been raised since age 8 by her single father, and they had had many adventures that had at first been frightening: rock climbing, mountain hiking, white water rafting, bungee cord diving, zip line runs, and -- unfortunately only once a year -- haunted houses that got more intense and scary with each passing year. How many times had Summer squeezed her father's hand so tightly that he told her she was going to break his fingers?

After a moment, Liz said with a surprised tone, "It's all women ... except the bouncers."

Summer couldn't help but giggle. She'd assumed that by now, her guest had guessed where she was taking her. Summer loved the look of innocence in Liz's face as she stared out upon the writhing sea of femininity.

"You're so cute!" Summer said after turning to Liz and pulling her closer than they had been so far. She gave Liz a very quick, very innocent kiss on the lips, laughed, and proclaimed, "We're gonna have so much fun!"

She turned and led Liz down a curving handicap ramp on their left. It was devoid of dancers or idle people chatting, per the club's safety rules. Summer thought it would be easier for Liz to negotiate in her tight fitting dress. Arriving at the bottom, other patrons near the end of the first bar began taking notice of the newly arrived pair. Not every set of eyes turned to them, but there were enough that Summer feared Liz was already beginning to feel like a piece of meat.

"They're not all gay," Summer told Liz as she pulled her close again. "There are a lot of women here like you, guests of women like me. A lot of couples. A lot of married couples, too. It's a wonderful time to be a lesbian."

Summer laughed at her last comment. She turned to face Liz and she continued to lead her through the crowd. She bumped into a woman and apologized, then another and laughed with her, kissing the cheek of the woman she obviously knew. And all the time, Summer's attention remained mostly on Liz's reaction to what she was seeing around her.

It hadn't been until they'd gotten down to the main dance floor that the true erotica nature of the club began to take hold. As in any dance club, there was a lot of intimate contact between couples; hands held, arms wrapped, bodies grinding, lips pressing. Just like any other club where many of its patrons were hoping their night would end in screams of ecstasy. The big difference was that all the bodies, lips, and legs here also came with their own breasts, pussies, and not a cock amongst them.

This was normal club behavior for Summer. But looking at Liz's reaction, Summer would have loved to be able to read the other woman's thoughts right now. She pressed up close again, putting her mouth to Liz's ear to ask, "Are you alright still? Did I make a mistake … bringing you here?"

 

[justmethatswho]

"You're so cute!" Summer said after turning to Liz and pulling her closer than they had been so far. She gave Liz a very quick, very innocent kiss on the lips, laughed, and proclaimed, "We're gonna have so much fun!"

The kiss caught Liz off guard. She was shocked, though it could hot have been intentional, was it she thought, maybe she was going to say something nto her ear and missed. It had been quick, more of a peck than anything of passion. Like a test, to test Liz's reaction. It had not yet occured to Liz what Summer's intention for the evening was.

Though the kiss, even as a peck sent a thrill of electricity throughout her body, Summer's lips were soft, Liz was embarrassed to those close enough could see a hint of her lipstick upon Summer's.
It had been so long since someone had called Liz cut, the feeling made her smile. "I believe you Summer, you know so many people here." Liz tried to explain it away.

"They're not all gay," Summer told Liz as she pulled her close again. "There are a lot of women here like you, guests of women like me. A lot of couples. A lot of married couples, too. It's a wonderful time to be a lesbian."

Liz had not noticed all the eyes upon her, in her tight top and pencil skirt. She was typically a bit oblivious to things like that. "Well yah I know that." Though as she looked she was intrigued by the crowd, the world she knew little about, had never seen up close. Liz had a couple friends she assumed were lesbian, but this was not the crowd she would usually be part of.

"What do you mean ... a wonderful time to be lesbian?" Liz asked of Summer.

Again Summer eased in close to Liz, so close she could feel her against her body, again the feeling of excitement filled her body. "Are you alright still? Did I make a mistake … bringing you here?"

"no no no ... I am ok." Liz squeezed Summers hand to assure her that she was ok. "I ... I mean ... this is all new to me." Liz confessed. "But we can stay." Her words may have gave doubt, yet Liz did not want to leave as she was mesmerized by the women.

 

[LoriDean12345]

Liz asked, "What do you mean ... a wonderful time to be lesbian?"

Summer smiled, then chuckled. She leaned in to speak close to Elizabeth's ear again. Their breasts touch lightly, and by the time Summer was done explaining, her nipples had once again swollen hard and large with excitement.

"When I realized that I like other girls … other women," she began, "Being gay still wasn't very well appreciated. Things were getting better, in certain places, in certain situations. But in a lot of places it still wasn't tolerated, let alone accepted. Where I grew up, some saw it as fashionable. Gay women wouldn't say it that way, but those who think that they are … hip … aware, accepting, progressive … they might say it that way. Simply put, there were still far more negatives than positives to coming out of the closet."

The bartender -- already familiar with Summer -- finally got a chance to take their order. Summer simply flashed two fingers, then pointed to herself and Liz to indicate that she meant two each. The bartender nodded and headed off to make four of Summer's usuals.

"There still are a lot of negatives," she continued near Liz's ear again. "I have coworkers, acquaintances, that don't know I'm gay. I don't see any reason to tell them as they aren't friends. I wouldn't tell them I was straight if I was. None of their business either way. And I don't think I would gain anything from telling them. There are a lot of people who think they are accepting. But really, they're not. You see a lesbian couple kissing on the bus or in the park, most people grimace … get shivers up their spine, and not for a good reason … like when I kissed you."

Summer smiled wide and laughed. She'd seen Liz's reaction to the kiss, and it had delighted Summer. Liz might very well have gotten a shiver or maybe gooseflesh. But honestly, when Summer spoked of shivers just now, she had been referring to the ones that had ran up her own spine immediately after having placed her lips upon Liz's.

"Guys, they love to see a pair of lezzie's going at it," Summer continued. "But not because they're thinking I think it's wonderful that they, too, can have such freedom. No, they're thinking I think it would be wonderful if they were in my bed, both of the sucking my cock!"

Summer laughed again, blushing, though it may or may not have been visible in the dark bar with it dramatic flashing, strobing, and multi-colored lighting arrays. The drinks arrived -- tall, narrow shot glasses filled with Tequila -- and Summer handed one to Liz. She downed one, grimaced, made a growling sound, and laughed again.

"To be honest, I'm not much for public displays of affection, gay or straight," she continued. She moved closer to Liz again, their breasts and hips on one side pressing together as Summer reached an arm around the other woman's back. She said close to her ear in the sultriest tone she'd used so far, "That's what bedroom's are for."

She suddenly kissed Liz on the mouth again -- sharp and quick but a bit more erotically -- then laughed loud again. She downed her other shot in a flash, then said in a loud voice as she began moving her body to the beat of the music, "And that's what dance floor are for!! LET'S DANCE!!"

 

[justmethatswho]

"When I realized that I like other girls … other women," she began, "Being gay still wasn't very well appreciated. Things were getting better, in certain places, in certain situations. But in a lot of places it still wasn't tolerated, let alone accepted. Where I grew up, some saw it as fashionable. Gay women wouldn't say it that way, but those who think that they are … hip … aware, accepting, progressive … they might say it that way. Simply put, there were still far more negatives than positives to coming out of the closet."

"Yes I get it .. I mean because I have a ring everyone assumes I am married to a guy .. which in my case I am. I guess my point is the assumptions people make about lifestyles. Like you said today is much better than even several years ago. I work with a few men and women who I know are gay yet never have asked. That is their life, they are happy, good for them. It is not for me to judge .. how one lives and who one loves ... like I said, if they find that person ... and are happy ... good for them. "I like to think I am accepting .. I mean I am here .. and this place is awesome." Liz smiled unsure if her words were right.

"Guys, they love to see a pair of lezzie's going at it," Summer continued. "But not because they're thinking I think it's wonderful that they, too, can have such freedom. No, they're thinking I think it would be wonderful if they were in my bed, both of the sucking my cock!"

Liz laughs thinking of her own life and how a boy friend in college had asked her about sexuality and quizzed her on different situation. He seemed to love to use it as foreplay. "Yes men are that way ... not all men like my husband ... we rarely talk about sex ... ok never .. though it happens at times." Liz giggles. "Not like my bf in college, we constantly talked sex and expiramented. Well till we broke up. Though we had breakup sex several times ... this one time, our first break up sex we are back at his place in his bedroom, his roommate came home late, the bedroom was slightly open, and I and my bf are having sex, well I am sucking him, I can see the roommate and he is stroking himself. By this point my ex bf knows too. I finish him and then look to him, he tells me how his roommate has always wanted me, before I know it I am walking from the bedroom, naked to his roommate. See Summer, I have not always been the good girl." Liz left the story lingering, but the thought had increased her desire as she had told the story so that Summer would know she was not always so innocent and had a wild side.


...

Soon Summer again pecked Liz's lips. This time she was certain it was not a mistake, the kiss again sent shivers up her spine and body. That is what Summer had meant, Liz felt her body so close to her own, as she leaned close, Liz pushed her breasts tighter into Summer.

"OK" Was all Liz said as she and Summer were soon on the dance floor, dancing close, bodies touching, Liz wondering if everything she felt was form Summer or if some of the other women were steeling a feel.

 

[LoriDean12345]

"Oh my god!" Summer exclaimed at Liz's confession about having had her boyfriend and boyfriend's roommate in the same night. It was a reaction of approving delight, not of disapproving shock. She would have to tell the other woman about some of her most slutty-ish moments some day. But right now, all Summer wanted to do was dance with Liz.

And dance they did. There were no real delineations between songs; the DJ arranged the music such that one song led directly into the next. Summer wasn't a music aficionado; she didn't know if there were specific terms to describe how the DJ did what he did. But the extended variations of the familiar pop songs and less familiar electronica dance rhythms just went on an on forever.

She couldn't know how long they'd been dancing before things began to get hotter and more intimate. Casual hand holding and body brushing was soon enhanced by wrapping arms to become grinding, whether face to face or otherwise. Summer looked into Liz's eyes repeated for an indication as to whether a hand placed here or there was too much; whether the pressing of a hip into a groin was intrusive.

The crowd was so dense that it was almost becoming unavoidable to be as close as Summer was inciting. Liz may have wondered at times whether or not someone else was coping a feel. But honestly, with the exception of an occasional butt pressed up against Liz's backside, it was all Summer that the lithe brunette was feeling up against her.

"I want to kiss you," Summer said into Liz's ear after pulling the two of them tight together at one point. Before she pulled her face back to look into the beauty's eyes, Summer clarified, "I mean, really kiss you. Would you like to kiss me?"

 

[justmethatswho]

(A bit back I missed out on the tequila. Funny Story)

Liz knew immediately what the bartender had brought, the smell, the look, Liz could tell that it was ta-kill-ya. Summer had downed both of hers, Liz could have gone in the long story, yet simply said. "The last time I had a shot of ta-kill-ya did not end well." Still she took the shot, gagging, coughing until catching her breath again. "I have never had 2 ... I think you are trying to get me drunk." She nervously smiled before downing the second.

...

Liz was feeling good on the dance floor, either from the drinks and shots or enjoying time with Liz. Feeling their bodies connecting, teasing, Liz forming the picture of how she would put herself to sleep when this night ended.

The music played was not like anything Liz had heard, the music played on like one long continuous song. So different than the pop/rock and country she typically listened to. But the music that played she could feel, losing herself in the music and the dance.

"I mean, really kiss you. Would you like to kiss me?"

Dancing her eyes were closed, as her body nudged against Summer. The question caused her to open her eyes, though she said nothing. She wanted to feel her lips touching Summer, yet could not bring herself to admit that, to say yes. Her dancing continued, she closed her eyes, licked her lips. In her mind if Summer kissed her, she had not asked for the kiss, she had not confessed her desire to do so. In her mind that was her defense, that she had not asked, had not approved, it just happened. Nothing she did, from licking her lips from nerves, to continuing to dance so close said no. She hoped Summer would find the right answer.

 

[LoriDean12345]

Liz's lack of a response to her question concerned Summer. They had had a lot to drink, and the brunette's story about to-kill-ya -- while funny and potentially erotic -- had left Summer worrying about Liz waking up tomorrow with the feeling that she'd been violated while drunk. Summer looked to Liz's mouth as the woman's tongue wet them. Invitation? Summer believed so. Hoped so. But, in the end, she didn't know.

Instead, Summer only pulled Liz tight against her again for another writhing dance move. She spun Liz, pulled her close with a hand to intimately low on her belly, and moved them together as one to the beat. Someone bumped into them, disrupting the moves for a moment. Apologies were made, but Summer could see by Liz's reaction that the alcohol -- from both here and the hotel bar earlier -- were beginning to take their toll on the woman in 4 inch heels.

"C'mon!" Summer called out over the music. "Let's get out of here!"

Summer snatched Liz by the hand and led her through the writhing crowd. They ascended the way they'd descended earlier, and a moment later they burst out into the chill air of the last hour before midnight. Summer set Liz free from her grasp, turned to look her way, and took a couple of steps back. She laughed, full of joy.

"Great place, huh?" Summer asked. She told a quick story about her first time coming here, finishing with, "I'd never been to a lesbian bar. That's what I'd called it then. We just call it the Girls Club now, capital G, capital C."

A sprinkle began, as often happened in San Francisco without a moments notice. Summer looked up to the sky and knew that it was going to begin pouring any moment. Looking back to Liz, she said, "We should get inside. But … not here."

She stepped closer to Liz, the expression on her face -- complete with the wandering gaze that was taking in the other woman's sexy body -- told the story of her hunger. And of her disappointment. Summer caught sight of a taxi cab pulling up to the corner. Without hesitation, she reached her fingers to her lips and gave out a night-ripping whistle. A moment later, the cab was coming their way.

"I enjoyed you tonight, Elizabeth," Summer said as she walked up to Liz. She didn't stop until she was once again pressed against the woman. Wrapping her arms around the other's incredible body, Summer pressed her mouth to Liz's. It was meant to be a passionate, even erotic kiss … IF Liz went along with it. If not Summer would pull her mouth away, knowing her error. Either way, she would then tell Liz, "I want to be with you. I want to be with you, in my room … to make love to you … to show you … well..."

She pulled back, taking Liz's hands into her own and squeezing them. She laughed, finishing, "But not now. Not like this."

Summer hoped that Liz understood that she was talking about the to-kill-ya and the obviousness of their dual intoxication. The cab stopped right behind them, and Summer pulled Liz toward it. How would the other woman react? Summer had no idea. She almost wanted Liz to pull her into the cab with her, to begin stripping off clothes, to begin groping and probing places that would cause the cabbie to rise high in his seat to watch the pair in the rear view mirror. But Summer wanted this to be all Liz and not Liz-plus-tequila.