Meeting My Lesbian Lover....

[Ghostposter]

I checked myself in the mirror for the 100th time.

Sam, you are one beautiful woman, I said.

And it was true.

Long blonde hair.
A bright smile.
Full red lips.
A great ass.
Long smooth legs (my best feature)

Okay.
I was flat-chested, but that was okay.
No fake stuff here.


I hoped Molly would think I was pretty.
It took me weeks to work up the courage to meet her.
I wanted her to like me.
I'd even bought a new dress for tonight.
And broke the bank doing it.
We had the greatest conversations, but actually being with her was a completely different situation.

Molly wasn't her real name of course.
If I used her real name, you'd recognize it.
She's been on the cover of most of the major magazines.

What isn't well known is her prediliction for women.
Ever since I found out about it from a mutual photographer friend, I couldn't stop fantasizing about her.
About making love to her.

Just thinking about it made my cock swell in my panties.......

 

[SexyChele]

OOC: Wow! This is like one of my ultimate fantasies! If you don't have some one already selected for Molly, I would love to write to this thread. I will wait for you to let me know. Either way, this promises to be hot! Please, let me know!

 

[Ghostposter]

OOC:

Welcome.
Enjoy.

 

[SexyChele]

"Molly" was the name the world did not know her by. It was the name she preferred when not in the limelight, the name her friends and intimates knew her as.

She had seemingly appeared from out of nowhere just a few short years ago, but Molly had been preparing for the life of a model since she was still a young girl. It was her big dream in life, and she was living it to the fullest. A house in Los Angeles, an apartment in Manhattan, a retreat in Aspen. She could afford the finest things, and enjoy them she did. Yet, she never forgot her humble beginnings, and somehow managed to stay grounded in the middle of the madness that was her life.

Her only real secret pleasure was women. The touch of them, the smell, everything about a woman's softness appealed to her. However, ever since her breakout shoot in the Sport's Illustrated Swimsuit Issue, it was decided that her apeal would diminish if word got out that she preferred women over men. So, Molly would date men for the paparazzi, then meet her lovers secretly. She periodically would date women - but the press always wrote it as though Molly was simply having a "girl's night" out.

Well, tonight was one of those "girl's nights". Molly had met Sam a while ago, and was surprised at how easily they hit it off. The conversation flowed between them. And tonight they were going on a date.

Molly finished up in the bathroom, looking closely at herself in the mirror. She was just a couple of inches shy of 6', and her body reflected the healthy look magazines were now sporting. Of course, Molly understood that she was still much thinner than most women but she always had been. The breast enhancements had added just the right amount of balance to her figure - as well as getting her the job in Sport's Illustrated.

Molly let her dark hair fall loosely about her shoulders, her blue eyes complimented by the light touch of makefup she used. Thankfully, Molly had a natural beauty that required hardly any "upkeep".

The short red dress showed off her legs, which were further enhanced by the high heeled red sandals. The spaghetti straps across her shoulders directed one's gaze at her smooth shoulders and arms. Molly smiled at herself. It had been awhile, and she was looking forward to this evening.

She grabbed her purse, and hurried down the elevator. The limo was waiting, and she smiled at the driver as she slipped into the dark interior. Her heart pounded at the thought of Sam and vision of two beautiful female bodies pressed together in esctacy.