First Time in a Lesbian Bar (Open - Women Only)

[angela146]

OCC - I'm creating this thread so that Bi-curious or Lesbian-curious women can RP with women who know what it is actually like in the lesbian dating scene without making complete idiots of ourselves in real life.

Please introduce yourself to the thread and let us know what your real life experience is. I'm here to learn and I'm hoping for someone, or several someones, to teach me.

 

[angela146]

Angel

I was out of town on another one of my business trips to the big city. I'd driven past "Aphrodite's" at least a dozen times on previous trips. It was in an upscale part of town and had a sign on the door "For Women Only".

Tonight was the night. I got dressed up just as I would if I were out on the town any other night: heels, stockings, blue silk skirt just above the knee, peach silk blouse with a neckline just deep enough to show the edge of my lace bra, makeup and hair to look good - all just as if I were going to flirt with men at a bar.

I had no idea what to expect and figured I should be honest about who I am. I'm bi-sexual and prefer men but I'd been with women enough times to know that I like women. It's just that I'd never "dated" women and had only ever been sexual with other bi-sexual women who were close friends.

Looking at my hand, I saw the wedding ring. For a moment, I thought of leaving it behind, but decided to leave it on. I'm a married woman and there's no point in pretending otherwise.

I drove to the place and gave my car to the valet. At the last minute, I almost chickened out. But I didn't. I opened the door and walked in...

 

[Jenn1982]

I had heard about Aphrodite's from a friend of mine who had heard about it and had been there once before. I had never been with a woman before but I had always been attracted to them. Though I enjoyed being with men I always felt like it would be more fulfilling to be with a woman.

I had been on the way to a nightclub across town but I saw Aphrodite's and had pulled in at the last minute. I was dressed in a deep purple halter top and black skirt that came about four inches about my knees. I had on my high heels, adding a few inches to my 5'3" height.

As the valet parked my car I walked inside and tried not to look as nervous as I felt. Almost all the women inside were with lovers or friends and I was sure I must look silly standing there all by myself. Knowing I would turn around and leave if I kept standing there I quickly headed over to the bar and ordered a margarita. As I sat at the bar I wondered if I had made the right decision.

 

[Marg_mom]

OOC:
I certainly hope this thread works out. It would sure help to provide me with information I hope to need.

Margaret. Canadian. 34 y o mother of 15 y o daughter. Divorced. Completely straight and monogamous during my marriage and prior. Have had one woman/woman sexual relationship since divorce.

Currently, all my fantasies are of women!

5'4" 115 lb slim, short blonde hair, blue eyes
34b Oh well, does the job! Very sensitive though
23 Not bad for an old broad with a child! ~lol~
35 I like it, but it seems like all the jeans I like are for girls with no hips

I've never had the nerve to go to a bi/lesbian bar; so the opening I use is based on what I was told by a girl in a chat room. Hope it is accurate.

IC:
Stepping up to the door of what was obviously a club, I noticed the "For Women Only" sign and wondered if it was some kind of health club. Still, I smiled to myself, I did qualify. Dressed in my simple mid-thigh black dress and matching 4" heels I should certainly not be challenged.

With my car having broken down a few doors away, I needed to call and leave a message so my daughter would know why I wasn't there when she returned from nightschool.

Touching my velvet choker, I reached to push the door open.

A blast of music greeted me and I couldn't help noting the driving bass rhythm. A large, very tall, black woman was standing just inside the door. Her eyes openly examined me, then she turned with a laugh to the slightly smaller blonde standing beside her.

"Fresh meat" was all she said, but the blonde nodded her head and laughed.

Unsure what kind of health club this was and feeling somewhat nervous at the greeting, I politely asked "Excuse me. Is there a payphone I could use? My car broke down outside."

The blonde spoke up "I bet if you just step inside and say you need a phone, you'll get about a dozen cells, but if you'd rather, you can just ask at the bar."

"Thank you" I said. Turning to enter the darkened club.

 

[Kissing_fire2]

occ: hope thereis room for one more i never been to an lesbian club so i´l could give this tread a try since i have been wanted to goe to one
my chars info

name : Carrie
age: 24
hair : Redbrwon greye eyes




ic
Aphrodite's I thougth to myself, wondering if i looked as nervous as i felt, it wasent really my idea for this evning but now i was there whit my friend Sam, who was standing next to me whit her girlfriend at the bar, Sam looked at me and laughed "Don´t be so shy carrie goe and take alook, i`ll promis it will be fun." I smiled back it was a first time for me in an lesbian bar being bi myself, i thougth i would try something new after the broke up wht my last boyfriend. I had and small blue dress on, i took a look at the drink menu

 

[Marg_mom]

Doesn't look good, but let's try once more! <BUMP>

 

[OZbeachCPL]

room for one more?
I am Jane, 39yo,married for 15 yrs, 3 kids..
5'8 curly brown hair... a little on the curvy side of slim


IC
HOut on the town after an argument with hubby over his stash of porn, I stumble across the bar..
The "women only" sign attracts me, not interested in male company after the fight..
From the door it looks like the place is jumping and I head to the bar for a drink....

 

[Frenchgirl]

Charlotte

At the age of 22, Charlotte had sexual experiences with both men and women. Her parents divorced when she was a child, her father served in military service and her mother went abroad. Charlotte was sent to a boarding school were she started to experience with other girls. Some of them were lesbians others were just curious as she was to find out how it is to kiss and cuddle and touch eachother. Charlotte is a romantic soul.

Charlotte's first serious sexual relationship was with a female leader of a choir. It all started quite innocent. While learnig to breath well, her female teacher had to touch her breast area.
Something Charlotte kind of liked and well, after a while the private singing lessons ended in bed. That relation continued for about a year and Charlotte was introduced to the world of lesbian love. Meanwhile Charlotte went to college and started a relation with a male student. He studied arts and photography and Charlotte often posed naked for him. Later on another female student asked Charlotte to pose for her. Charlotte agreed and soon the posing sessions ended in bed. She was quite a wild one and she took Charlotte to 'Barb Wire' parties as she used to call them. Those parties were only women, men were not allowed.
I found out that most women who are in love with another woman behave just like men. I attracted mainly women who fell for my girlish look. They call me a 'girlie girl'.

When my boyfriend found out I had another relation with one of his class mates, he suggested to do a trio. We refused kindly, but ever since he found out I was bisexual he became more demanding in bed. He wanted to do everything and harder. I went along for a while untill he became to demanding and did things I didn't want to do. I had the impression I only served him as a sex toy and eventually I broke up with him.

Charlotte graduated and worked as a secretary. After a short while she got involved with another man but is not sure if she wants to continue this relationship, since this experienced man, just as her first boyfriend, lays a lot of pressure on her shoulders if it comes to sex. charlotte thinks her ideas about romantic love, were exploited and turned against her.

Now Charlotte danced on the dance floor in the Aphrodite's and looked for some fun to clear her mind. She had auburn hair hanging over her shoulders, B-cup breasts and she was dressed to seduce. A black mini skirt, nylons, black panties, no bra (never were a bra in a lesbian bar) and a pink top shirt.

If someone fell for her, they usually came dancing next to her and asked her if she wanted a drink. Most of the time lesbian women are very quick, they give a couple of compliments and they soon ask if you are free. In her experience Charlotte could tell very quickly if another woman liked her. When talking they look in your eyes and they love to touch your skin. Then they pop the question if you want to make out. When Charlotte agrees to kiss, she often asks the other girl to go to the toillets 'to powder her nose' but in reality for some kissing and fondling, to find out in which degree she gets excited.

 

[Marg_mom]

Re: Charlotte

At the age of 22, Charlotte had sexual experiences with both men and women. Her parents divorced when she was a child, her father served in military service and her mother went abroad. Charlotte was sent to a boarding school were she started to experience with other girls. Some of them were lesbians others were just curious as she was to find out how it is to kiss and cuddle and touch eachother. Charlotte is a romantic soul.

Charlotte's first serious sexual relationship was with a female leader of a choir. It all started quite innocent. While learnig to breath well, her female teacher had to touch her breast area.
Something Charlotte kind of liked and well, after a while the private singing lessons ended in bed. That relation continued for about a year and Charlotte was introduced to the world of lesbian love. Meanwhile Charlotte went to college and started a relation with a male student. He studied arts and photography and Charlotte often posed naked for him. Later on another female student asked Charlotte to pose for her. Charlotte agreed and soon the posing sessions ended in bed. She was quite a wild one and she took Charlotte to 'Barb Wire' parties as she used to call them. Those parties were only women, men were not allowed.
I found out that most women who are in love with another woman behave just like men. I attracted mainly women who fell for my girlish look. They call me a 'girlie girl'.

When my boyfriend found out I had another relation with one of his class mates, he suggested to do a trio. We refused kindly, but ever since he found out I was bisexual he became more demanding in bed. He wanted to do everything and harder. I went along for a while untill he became to demanding and did things I didn't want to do. I had the impression I only served him as a sex toy and eventually I broke up with him.

Charlotte graduated and worked as a secretary. After a short while she got involved with another man but is not sure if she wants to continue this relationship, since this experienced man, just as her first boyfriend, lays a lot of pressure on her shoulders if it comes to sex. charlotte thinks her ideas about romantic love, were exploited and turned against her.

Now Charlotte danced on the dance floor in the Aphrodite's and looked for some fun to clear her mind. She had auburn hair hanging over her shoulders, B-cup breasts and she was dressed to seduce. A black mini skirt, nylons, black panties, no bra (never were a bra in a lesbian bar) and a pink top shirt.

If someone fell for her, they usually came dancing next to her and asked her if she wanted a drink. Most of the time lesbian women are very quick, they give a couple of compliments and they soon ask if you are free. In her experience Charlotte could tell very quickly if another woman liked her. When talking they look in your eyes and they love to touch your skin. Then they pop the question if you want to make out. When Charlotte agrees to kiss, she often asks the other girl to go to the toillets 'to powder her nose' but in reality for some kissing and fondling, to find out in which degree she gets excited.

Hi Fg,

You definitely introduced the first experienced post here and did it well. Thank you. But it sounds as though, like most of us in this thread, that you are the more passive side?

Let's hope some more aggressive women come in. Until you wrote, I thought this good idea was simply going to die! (Even Angela hasn't been back!) ~lol~

If nothing more happens, thanks for coming in, anyway.

Margaret

 

[Frenchgirl]

OOC

Oh, but I do take initiative but it is not so visible. People I've kissed often think they seduced me, but in reality I seduced them, only I gave them the impression they seduced me and were in control. My strongest points are my talking and giving the other the impression that they seduce you.

When you look like a 'girlie girl' people expect you to behave like one and girlie girls talk a lot. It doesn't matter what you say, as long as you start a conversation. then they pick up and they think they are bringing you in, but actually I gave them the opportunity to bring me in. For example, when my choir leader started to touch my breasts during the breathing exercices, my singing went worse and I needed more breathing exercices. Now the question is who brings in who. That is the art of seduction.

If you all want to learn how to seduce another woman you have to make eye contact and you must have the nerve to talk to her.
Talking is the key to everything. I just use my girlie looks to see if they like me, once I suspect somebody likes me, I often start a converstation. If she likes you, she will jump in and the topic of the conversation does not matter.

One of the things I do is to make sure someone notices me and then later on in the evening I return. Let's try this out, it's easy.


IC

When dancing I noticed a slim woman, with blue eyes and short blonde hair coming in the bar. She looked a little bit confused with the lights shining in her eyes.

I stopped dancing and walked behind her. When I passed her she did not see me. Then I returned and laid my hand on her shoulder. Automatically she turned her head.
"Excuse me," I said, 'just passing by."

I passed her and walked on but she had seen me and would remember my face the next time I talked to her.

She sat down on the bar and asked something to the barwoman.
She pointed at a phone and she made a phone call;
Meanwhile I just danced on the dance floor. When she had finished her phone call, she returned to the bar and sat down. I stopped dancing and I sat down next to her and ordered a coke.

When I orderd my coke I looked to see if she could be interested in me. For a brief moment she turned her head and I immediately looked back and gave her a smile.

"Hi. Oh, I think we just bumped in to each other, when I went to the dance floor. I like to dance and dancing makes one thirsty." Charlotte said.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm just blabbering around and you don't know who I am. I'm Charlotte." She said.

Charlotte turned her body and reached out her hand.
As she reached out her hand she looked to see if the other woman would turn her body a little bit towards her and if she would return eye contact. If she did, charlotte knew she was interested.

 

[Marg_mom]

OOC:

Not sure how tall you are or any other sizes, couldn't find if you posted. All I found was: She had auburn hair hanging over her shoulders, B-cup breasts and she was dressed to seduce. A black mini skirt, nylons, black panties, no bra (never were a bra in a lesbian bar) and a pink top shirt

So I'm going to try to avoid giving details until I know.
Margaret:
As she stepped into the more open space of the club, the first impressions were of the heavy beat of the music and the splashes of colour that represented the dancers. This must be a popular spot because it was quite busy.

Margaret smiled to herself. This wasn't a health club, it was a dance club! But, she thought, why then "women only"? Scanning the crowd, she realized it was true. Although, some of the dancers could easily have passed as men, a second glance convinced her that all of the patrons were probably women.

Realization came, as a light turning on. This must be one of 'those' places. Immediately, she turned, preparing to leave. She stopped. There was no chance that she had been there long enought to make a call, if she left now she would have to go past the two security people. Margaret could just imagine what they would be thinking of her courage, that she was running scared. They would probably even make comments to her.

Gathering all her determination, she turned back looking for the bar. She was a grown woman. She knew the facts of life - she had a mature young daughter. People were entitled to make choices and she wasn't judgemental. During her divorce, she came to realize that her lawyer's secretary was hitting on her pretty hard. It was a shock at first, but she kept going back. She didn't run away. Margaret remembered telling the pretty blonde, that she was flattered, but she just wasn't 'that kind' of woman.

The blonde had only smiled and said "Honey. We're all 'that kind' of woman. It's okay, but you are incredibly attractive and if you ever want to prove that you aren't 'that kind' of woman, please give me a call. I promise you won't regret it ..." with a teasing, so confident smile "and I can give references!"

For a little while Margaret was quite self-conscious when she went to the office, but eventually when she recognized it was safe, it became a bit of a game. They would flirt harmlessly while she waited. Carol would compliment her on her outfit and melodramatically leer at her while twisting an imaginary moustache saying things like "Would you like some candy little girl?" or "Can I help you straighten your stockings?". It was all in fun, but she had known that all she had to do was give an okay for it to become serious.

It actually was fun and very good for her self-esteem at a time when she had needed it. It helped to know that the very attractive blonde was so interested in her. Carol never threatened, but she also never tried to hide her admiring glances or that she was deliberately trying to see up Margaret's skirt when in the waiting room. A couple of times Margaret had deliberately flashed the young girl and she always received a smile and appreciative 'thank you'. For a little while, Margaret had even considered experimenting, then her divorce came through.

Suddenly, she realized that she was drawing attention by standing in the entryway. Not wanting to falsely encourage any of these women, she hurried to the bar as soon as she spotted it. Keeping her eyes focused directly before her, she thought "I'll just make my call and get out of here".

Walking tensely, I had almost reached the bar when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Startled, I turned my head, prepared to politely reject whoever had touched me. I froze. It was a lovely young girl with soft auburn hair. All she said was "Excuse me, just passing by.", smiled a pretty smile and walked away, leaving my mouth open, the words unspoken. Looking at the obviously feminine young girl moving through the crowd, Margaret wondered if she had, also, come in by mistake. Should I warn her? Even as I thought, the girl was swallowed up by the moving bodies. Turning back to the bar, I asked the bartender, barmaid?, who just pointed to a phone in a corner at the end of the bar.

Lesley was still out; so I left a message.

Then I placed a call to my automobile club and was informed that it would be about an hour before anyone could respond.

Starting toward the door, I stopped. I couldn't wait out on the street, at this time of night. I had already been here ten minutes and nothing had happened. Why didn't I just have a quiet drink at the bar, then leave. If I stayed at the bar, I would be safe. Besides, I was a grown woman. I could take care of myself.

Staying at the end of the bar away from the dance floor, I signalled the woman behind the bar. When she stopped in front of me, she had a look on her face as though she knew how uncomfortable I was and found it amusing. Irritated, I ordered a rum and coke, then thinking of where I was, I said trying to show that I wasn't completely unsophisticated ... "and hold the rum."

Turning her head back to me, her smile got bigger - "So, a coke?"

"Right" I said. Unable to control the flush that crept up my face as I looked down to the bar top.

Someone moved onto the seat beside me and a voice, that seemed strangely familiar, asked for a coke, as well.

I turned my head. It was the lovely young girl who had passed me earlier. She gave a bright, friendly smile and said "Hi. Oh, I think we ... " and proceeded to cheerily deliver a stream of chatter. This open, sweet-faced innocent, was so energetic and bubbly, she couldn't possibly be 'like that'. From the flow, I managed to pick-out that her name was Charlotte.

Charlotte suddenly reached out her hand and instinctively I responded by grasping hers in my own and volunteered that my name was Margaret and that I had just come in to use the phone. Her hand was soft, but her grip was pleasantly firm and I couldn't help noticing that she had a lovely smile shaped by her full lips.

Our drinks arrived. As she set them down, the woman wore yet another strange look that said she had seen this thousands of times, but found it always interesting.

I realized what it must look like to her, but I couldn't think of a way to tell her that she was wrong.

Before I could marshall my thoughts, Charlotte spoke again and I turned to listen.

 

[LadyArwen]

OOC: I'm game,I'll play Tru a bi curious lab tech from the crime lab who attends college classes during the day and works at the lab at night.

IC: Tru walked into the club on a tip.She was curious about her sexual self so she decided to take the tip left by a female tech about this place.She was dressed in leather pants and a sleeved black top with boots.She got a soda from the bar and watched the action around her.*Who knows but this may solve the mystery in my head*

 

[OZbeachCPL]

OOC great to see you back MArg

IC
Jane wanders into the bar..it takes a while before she realises that there are no men at all in the place..
She moves to the bar to order a drink as she notices a couple of women kissing in a booth..realising what thi splace is about makes her both nervous and tingly

 

[OZbeachCPL]

as jane orders a gin and tonic , she sees a sexy looking woman in black pant and top..Jane feels a little underdressed in her work clothes..a grey skirt suit and sh eer white blouse..
she takes a long drink and her gaze returns to the sexy woman beside her..

 

[LadyArwen]

Tru was watching and knew she was being watched.For once she was ok with it as she sipped her soda

 

[OZbeachCPL]

looking down jane notices the boots..god they are sexy she thinks...and the leather pants..wow..i would never get away with wearing those.what would the kids htin if they sasw mom..
or would i she thinks..my butt is good..and my legs are long....mmm maybe

 

[OZbeachCPL]

what would my freinds think if they saw me...but gosh the leather must feel nice when it is that tight...i wonder if she wears panties or a thong under..thoughts raced around janes head..and she strugled to keep up with them all

 

[OZbeachCPL]

the one thing she was sure of was that the alcohol was giving her a buzz, and she could feel that familiar warm between her legs as she gazed at those lovely tight leather pants and boots..
my god jane thought..that is a woman,,,what am I feeling...

 

[LadyArwen]

Tru does look the part of the tough girl in leather but she was scanning the club with a trained eye.*This can only get more interesting* she smiled to herself between sips of soda

 

[LadyArwen]

Tru does look the part of the tough girl in leather but she was scanning the club with a trained eye.*This can only get more interesting* she smiled to herself between sips of soda

 

[Frenchgirl]

Charlotte

OOC

shoulder lenght auburn hair, blue-grey eyes, small and tender built, nice curved hips, well developed bum, firm and solid breasts topped with perky nipples, well built legs, oval shaped face, soft lips, fleshy folds, trimmed vagina, white skin not really tanned
36B-25-35, 5'4"

a tip: find out if she is alone and if she is, always try to dance, it gives you body contact and a chance to talk.

IC

Charlotte sat up, back straight and breasts up against Margaret.
"What's your name?" Charlotte asked.
"My name is Margaret." she responded.
"Margaret, nice outfit. It makes you elegant. I like elegance. I've been to this exposition about clothes in the fifties. I'm telling you, I had a ball. I just love the dresses of that period. It makes a woman feel as if she is a princess." Charlotte chattered.
Meanwhile Charlotte tossed her hair to one side of her head and tilted her head a little bit to the left. As she talked she looked in Margaret's eyes from time to time.
"There was this one evening dress, it was so beautiful, I especially liked those dresses with bare shoulders." Charlotte continued talking.

"They don't make those dresses anymore. But hey, I'm happy with my clothes." She kept talking. Charlotte wasn't in a hurry, she always took her time to give someone the opportunity to go for her.

Charlotte had opened her legs a little bit, so the cloth of her skirt fell nicely between her legs.

"My only regret is that I'm small, that's why I wear high heeled shoes. I've bought these last week." Charlotte said.

Charlotte took a nip of her drink, then lifted her one leg up and placed it on the surface of her seat. For a short moment she gave Margaret a look between her legs. The plaids of her black skirt fell over her thigh. The black nylons stopped were the soft white flesh of her thighs began. A little bit further the cloth of her black panties covered her vagina. Charlotte knew her fleshy folds were pressed solidly against the cloth covering her vagina and the curves were showing through her panties.

"There nice, aren't they, they only costed me 50 dollars." Charlotte said. Meanwhile she kept smiling at Margaret. Charlotte looked to see if Margaret was a little bit distracted.

She placed her leg back and straightened her skirt.
"So, are you here alone?" She asked Margaret.
"Yes, I am." she replied.
"Good, .... do you like to dance?" Charlotte asked.
Before Margaret could answer her question, Charlotte said:
"I do, I love to dance."

Charlotte took Margaret's hand real tight and stood up.
"Come on, dance with me, Margaret." she said.

 

[LadyArwen]

Tru was happy she was wearing her lather pants,the heat stayed trapped in them and it made her hotter.She was wishing for some slam dancing but went to dance anyway,*Might as well have some fun* she decided

 

[Marg_mom]

Margaret:

Margaret felt herself becoming somewhat confused. This young woman was so bubbly, so energetic, the music was loud, people were talking, dancing and she had already felt uncomfortable when she came into the club.

Charlotte, because of the noise probably, was close to Margaret. It was impossible to ignore the firm cushiony feel of the breasts pressed against her. Looking down, Margaret had to admit to herself that the girl was very attractive and her breasts were framed nicely by her outfit.

By this time the girl had switched topics again. Now she was talking about clothes from the past and her feelings about the styles.

Trying to listen to her was difficult because it was hard to focus with everything going on around them. Charlotte never seemed to come to rest. Her pretty blue-grey eyes flitted from one thing to another, but always came back, disconcertingly, to share eye-contact with Margaret. At the same time, she shifted in her seat and flung her lovely hair, but never ceased her bright, cheery discourse.

Margaret realized the young pixie had shifted topic again and was now talking about her height. A topic that had been painful for Margaret most of her life. At 5'4", she was the shortest in the family. Her own daughter had passed her - at 14! When she started to comment, to her amusement, she found that she was too late again. Now Charlotte's talk had shifted to her shoes.

Margaret couldn't help smiling at the seemingly innocent exuberance. It was like talking with her daughter and her teenage friends. This served to make her feel more at ease.

As she listened, unconsciously she glanced down at the shoes. Certainly, they had an elegance and were quite flattering to the girl's shapely legs.

Suddenly, Charlotte casually raised her one leg to rest her shoe on the edge of the seat. Self-consciously looking to see who might be watchng, Margaret didn't see anyone who had noticed. Turning back, her eyes travelled from the displayed shoe, along the stocking-encased limb to the shocking sight of milky white flesh between black stockingtop and black panties. Her heart seemed to cease beating. My God. How beautiful she was. Tearing her eyes away, Margaret glanced up.

Seemingly, unaware of the effect she was having, Charlotte chattered on completely focused on her shoes.

Could the girl be so natural, so innocent that she was unaffected by her surroundings. How charming. Feeling like an evil pervert, Margaret felt her attention drawn back between the girl's legs.

Quickly checking that Charlotte was not observing her, Margaret let her gaze linger on the breath-taking expanse of the luscious full thighs ending in ... soft, black panties. Margaret was unable to restrain herself as a gasp escaped her lips.

The girl had been smiling and talking, now she lowered her leg. Almost, Margaret protested the blocking of such a beautiful sight. She caught herself. This was a woman that was arousing her. She blushed. In fact a young girl. What was the matter with her. What was she thinking!

If only she could have a moment to collect herself. A moment of silence to sort through all the confusion that had her head in a whirl.

But Charlotte was speaking to her "Are you here alone?" unthinkingly Margaret responded "Yes, I am."

"Good, .... do you like to dance?" Without waiting for an answer Charlotte said: "I do, I love to dance."

Still not giving the older woman a chance to speak Charlotte took Margaret's hand real tight "Come on, dance with me, Margaret." and dragged her unprotestingly behind her.

 

[OZbeachCPL]

Trying not to stare at the woman in the lovely leather pants...and not sure how to start a conversation with her...jane's gaze drifts around the bar...
She notices the woman about her age with the younger girl..too old to be her daughter??she wonders..maybe just too old..but maybe not..
then she notices the girls les part and see a hint of black panties..
definitely not her daughter jane thinks..as they head out to dance..
janes gaze falls back on those sexy boots and leather pants..
god, what to do, she wonders..

 

[LadyArwen]

Tru danced alone as she figured out someone was watching her.*Might as well have some fun* she decided as she wandered over to the dj booth