It's Saturday night and we decide to go out to a women's bar in the city that we are in ... we try to hit a women's bar in every city that we go to, however, this time we've made a bet.
We are going as friends -- to see what happens. I want to see the looks that you get as you walk into the bar. I've bet that you will get picked up first -- you have that soft Butch look that a lot of women find attractive -- that I find very attractive. It's not so much about your clothes -- they don't normally scream "hey, I'm a butch" ... it's your personality ... it's the way you walk into a room ... it's the way you hold your body ... the way you seem to "take charge" when you walk in. Will we get hit on? Oh what fun .... both of us are turned on by the idea.
I am wearing a somewhat see-through red blouse with a lovely black bra underneath and black jeans. I am already in the bar sitting near the door when you walk in -- you are wearing your cowboy boots, black jeans, belt and a red shirt unbuttoned to your breasts -- a black sports bra can be seen -- you are absolutely mouth watering ... of course what the women don't know is that I have spent quite a bit of time just warming you up ... bringing you to the edge a number of times without release ... teasing you, teasing me ... adds to the excitement of the evening.
I can see a few women have stopped their conversations and are elbowing the women with them ... oh yeah ... nice, very nice. We take a table and you go up to the bar to order something for us ... a woman immediately sidles up to you ... I smile ... oh boy ... I won that bet ... you got hit on first ... in the dyke world you are a super model -- whether you think so or not.
She asks you if she can buy you a beer -- you agree. Why not? She asks about your "friend" at the table. You say that we are just "friends". The woman smiles ... I laugh inside ... buying you a beer is not going to get her into your pants ... although the thought of that is certainly appealing ... she's very attractive ... who knows? She just might get something tonight if she's good.
Someone is standing in front of my table blocking my view of the two of you at the bar. I move to the other side of the bench and the woman sits down at my table -- on the bench -- right beside me. I'm not quite sure what to do.
I say that my friend will be coming back to sit there -- she smiles at me and points at you and says "is that your friend?" I say "yes". The woman says that it is unlikely that my "friend" will be back anytime soon ... can she buy me a drink?
I look over at you and you seem to be enjoying your conversation with the woman at the bar ... I look at the woman sitting beside me and say "sure". She's good looking ... about 5'2", dark brown medium length hair, medium build and confidence galore. My body starts humming again.
We start getting into a conversation. She turns out to be very interesting and funny. She reminds me very much of the twins that I use to know whose mom had a farm ... they had a lot of funny stories. I'm actually enjoying myself.
You have been keeping track of what has been transpiring over at our table ... wondering what we are talking about ... why I keep laughing ... you like my smile ... I look over at you and smile ... the smile I give you is very different from the one the woman at my table is receiving ... I go back to my conversation.
I see that the woman that you are with is getting rather close to you ... touching you a lot ... your back, arms and thighs ... hmmm ... however, it is not being reciprocated. I wonder why ... you seem to be enjoying the conversation ... she's definitely your type ... tall, dirty blonde hair and looks like she knows how to swing a bat or throw a ball.
I excuse myself from my table and head towards you ... I move behind you and press myself against your back wrapping my arms around your front ... you lean back into me and I whisper something into your ear .... oh man ... immediate arousal ... I move back and put my hands on your shoulders ... I have to take a deep mental breath.
I have asked you to meet me in the women's bathroom in 5 minutes ... you nod your head. I apologize for the interruption and head off to the women's bathroom and wait. I hear your steps a few minutes later --- I quickly grab your hand and we go into one of the stalls -- they are floor to ceiling -- can't see underneath or above.
You take my hands in yours and ask, "had enough? Were you a bit jealous of that woman?" I answer "no" ... I begin to undo more of your buttons, opening your shirt fully so that I can gaze and touch your exquisite breasts ... I lightly kiss your lips and move my hands to your face to draw you nearer ... our kiss deepens.
"I just want you a bit warmer, my love" ... my hand moves against your crotch ... pressing firmly ... "I want you thinking about me when she touches you ..."
"What makes you think I'm not?", you say.
You begin to undo the buttons on my blouse, moving the collar away from my neck ... exposing my neck to your lips, tongue and teeth ... I moan in delight ... my hands are wrapped in your hair directing your mouth, tongue and lips to my waiting breasts ... I can practically come with just your talented mouth on my breasts and nipples ... I've stopped thinking ... my clit is throbbing waiting for your attention.
I hear your zipper ... you have undone your jeans for me, taking my hand and putting it inside your underwear telling me to feel what I do to you ... I groan ... you are so wet .... "that's your fault, you know .. you do that to me."
I quickly kneel, taking your pants with me ... I need to taste you ... my tongue works it's way from your clit to your cleft .... back and forth ... around and around ... teasing, tasting ... your hands are now wrapped around my head trying to direct my tongue to where you want it ... "suck it baby ... oh god, suck it."
I have managed to work two of my fingers into your cunt ... slowly driving into you ... you are rocking now ... my face is covered with your juices ... I can feel your leg muscles tighten ... you are pressing harder into me ... "bitch" I hear. Then I feel your walls grasp my fingers ... Damn ... I just wanted to warm you up ... not take you over the edge ... oh well ... I'll just have to work you up again -- later ... poor me!