An Unexpected Relationship

Trying Something New Unexpectedly

A busy shift on a warm, early summer day in the golf club bar with lots going on doesn’t give you much time to think. I never dreamed I would have the outcome I got recently. I was made redundant, so to make my cash last longer, go further, I agreed to help in the bar. 28 years old, there are more appealing ways of earning a living. That said, it was easy enough money and stopped me feeling sorry for myself. To a certain degree. Unemployed and single. Pandemic lockdowns wreaking havoc on my dating habits.
After one busy Saturday lunchtime in the bar, I was sitting down eating my lunch when a colleague came over to my table. Emma, a middle-aged lady who helped out came over and asked if she could join me for a few minutes. “Pamela, you’ve been here a few weeks and are doing well. Are you enjoying it?” I told her I wasn’t wanting this longer term but was grateful for what it gave me. “You’ve certainly made an impression with the customers, all good by the way!” My heart sank, I thought some bar fly bore old enough to be my dad fancied me. “No, someone in their 20s”. I hadn’t recalled seeing any guys that age and said so.
“This may surprise you; it is a friend’s daughter. She’s over from Canada and just finished her year studying. She’s smitten.” I had been aware of a lady looking at me a few times, but thought it was because she had recognised me. “Anyway, she asked me to give you her number”. She put a slip of paper down beside my plate and left after saying her farewells. I never got her chance to say I was straight.
In all black blouse and trousers with my trademark blonde hair in a ponytail with a sunflower hair band to stop my locks ending up in the BLT sandwiches, I was certainly not feeling at my most attractive. The smell of chips and spilt lager enhancing the feelings. I decided to drop her a line and say thanks, but no thanks.
Four hours later I was finished and headed home for a well-earned shower and dinner I cooked myself. After my dinner, sitting there in my dressing gown, I picked up the phone and dialled the number. Heart thumping. I had never been in a position like this before.
After three rings a quiet voice answered the phone. “Hello, is that Sarah? It’s Pamela from the golf club” I said in my most authoritative voice I could muster. “Hi Pamela, thanks for calling me, I wasn’t sure if you would”. “I’m straight, but wanted to at least thank you, I didn’t feel attractive in my uniform while all sticky and sweaty!” I replied. Sarah replied that I had been hard on myself. She was attracted to the height (5’9”) and more willowy build. Flat chested as my brother used to tease me about.
We chatted for a few minutes, in that time I felt myself drawn to her. It was low level, but pleasant conversation. Eventually Sarah suggested we meet for a drink. “I’m doing nothing tonight…” I blurted before I realised it. Sarah suggested we meet at the station in an hour and see what happened. “Sorted!” I replied.
An hour later we met under the clock. It was a balmy evening, ideal for sitting outside and passing the time with someone. I’d put on a light, full length summer skirt and a tee shirt with a half zip. Little did I realise the importance later on…... Sarah looked lovely. She is 5’7”, size 12, very busty and was wearing a black knitted sleeveless cable knit sweater and camel-coloured leggings. No bra. With her figure, that showed remarkable self-confidence. At a 34a/b, I regularly went without, but didn’t feel self-conscious with it. Had I more, I couldn’t imagine going without. I’m too vanilla if that’s the extent of my issues…..
We sat down and ordered a bottle of Prosecco. It turned out she was a student and was about to return to do a post graduate course in Canada after the summer. I didn’t feel like I was on a date, it wasn’t in my mind! We chatted, drank and enjoyed nibbles. At closing time, I was about to think about a taxi when Sarah suggested we go back to her flat and see how much of the vodka she had left we could make disappear. I giggled at the choice of words; the two bottles of Prosecco had certainly made me more relaxed. Sarah lived in a bed sit not that far away. It was a basement room in an old Victorian townhouse. The building needed a serious renovation, but in truth it’d ruin the charm of the place. She had a two-seater sofa, small kitchen and en-suite bathroom. Not what I’d choose, but I was not her age and on a budget.
She brought the bottle of vodka. It had been opened, but still had three quarters of the oily liquid in it. After diluting our drinks with soft drinks, 50:50 and full glasses, we sat on the sofa. Continuing our small talk into the night, I felt tired after a hard day and the hot weather. The booze certainly didn’t help or did! Depending on your point of view.
I rested my head on her shoulder length Auburn head. A minute later she kissed my scalp. Nothing sleazy, more a moment of simple empathy and tenderness. “Tired?” Sarah asked. “Long day. But I’m not finished yet!” I replied, holding up my half empty glass. “Like your spirit, no pun!” Sarah replied. “Lie across my lap” she said. I put my drink down and turned onto my back, the nape of my neck on her right thigh. We continued chatting for a spell. Again, low level stuff. I wasn’t sleepy, more relaxed than I’d been for a while. Sarah started to stroke my forehead and cheeks. I must have have been purring like a kitten.
When she stopped for a drink, she asked how that was. “Bliss” I replied. “I thought I was being a bit forward” Sarah replied. “Don’t be silly! Don’t stop!” I stammered. Sarah just smiled and whispered in my ear, “if I overstep the mark, just say. No offence will be taken”. I was mulling over in my head what she meant when she started stroking my tummy. Gentle strokes at the side, nothing below the belt line and inappropriate. I just lay there smiling. The stroking went on for a while, I lay there, a look of bliss on my face.
After a few minutes I was wondering what she had planned for next. I was waiting for it. Anticipating it and it was driving me mad. I was actually wanting her to make a move. Nothing came. Eventually I looked up and saw her face. The low-level light in the room showed her youthful profile well. Enough was enough. I stretched my right hand up under her shoulder length mane to the back of her neck and pulled her head towards mine. I kissed her. And I did it again. Wow! Never done that before. We started kissing, eventually tongues came into play. This went on for a spell and I felt my tee shirt tucked into my dress waistline getting tugged and a hand slipping under it and continued stroking me at the same time the zip on my tee shirt was opened and her left hand slipped in to caress my right breast.

There was no going back now. I started doing the same to her. My hand started moving north. We both ended up stroking each other’s chest at the same time. Although for all I am smaller, I was the one wearing a bra. “Can I take your top off?” Sarah asked after a few minutes kissing. “Only if I can take your’s off too!” I blurted, unexpectedly. We both stood up and Sarah put her hands on my waist then tugged my tee shirt up over my head. She then, with one hand unhooked my bra. I shook my shoulders and it fell on to the floor. I then did the same to her top. Both of us standing there, topless, holding each other’s hands loosely. Totally relaxed and natural. We kissed passionately, running my fingers over her surprisingly taut stomach. My hands went north, and I touched her cleavage as I followed her curves with my fingertips. She was doing the same to me and it was heavenly. It wasn’t rushed, rather savouring the moment and the novelty. Her skin was so soft to the touch.
Holding my hands, she sat back down and pulled me on to her lap. I straddled her legs, and we continued kissing. She started to caress my chest, not stopping kissing. I had to admit a few things. Firstly, I was enjoying this. Second, she knew what she was doing. I started to get more adventurous. I slid my hands down down from her shoulders and with my fingertips, enjoying my first caress of another woman’s breasts.
The most passionate kissing followed. Our hands all over each other, from running fingers through each other’s hair to running our fingernails down the other's shoulders and backs. The shivers down my spine and legs were as new to me as they were intoxicating. What had I been missing out on? Judging by her reaction I seemed to be giving as good as I was taking. For all that this was something very new, it was also instinctive. It was passionate, but not rushed. No one dominating, but teacher and pupil working together.
A few glorious minutes later I had to use the toilet. I was holding off as long as possible as I didn’t want to break the magic. “Thank goodness! I need to go too!” Came the reply. I got up and fumbled my way to the toilet. I felt a bit self-conscious not putting my top on, but who’d know??? When I got back, Sarah was as she was. She got up and returned a few minutes later. “Where were we?” I asked. This time she straddled my lap, her breasts at my face level. I devoured her chest. Licking, nuzzling, kissing, stroking and caressing. This was thrilling me beyond words. I ran my hands down her sides and across her stomach. I felt her muscles tightening in anticipation. “A bit of a six pack there?” I asked. “Yup, I’m a swimmer, you’re pretty taught yourself”. I said I was a runner. “With these, running isn’t really an option” she said, pointing at her chest. Hence swimming. Cycling too. No stress on them as you plod up the road”. The thought of watching her chest bounce as she jogged held a certain appeal. Certainly, the swimming would build her chest muscles and support her chest. You can see my fixation growing.
After another few glorious minutes of kissing and caressing I astonished myself. “Well, aren’t you going to at least TRY and get me into bed!” Sarah just smiled, got up and pulled my left hand. I got up and she led me to a single bed in the corner of her room. I hadn’t slept in a single bed for a few years, certainly not with someone else, female never. Sarah placed her hands on my waist and slipped the elasticated waist of my skirt over my hips and let it fall to the floor. I was standing there, just a pair of knickers on, but didn’t feel self-conscious in the slightest.
Sarah stepped towards me, putting her hands on my hips and pulled me towards her to continue the kissing. My hands traced a line up her arms and on to her breasts. As I fondled her chest, she started stroking my stomach with her fingertips. This was bliss. I’d accepted I was never going to be a big girl early on. I had wondered what it’d have been like to be better stacked, but never had an opportunity to experiment.
Sarah pushed me so I fell backwards on to her bed. My bum hit the edge and feet remained on the floor. She stood over me, leant forward and started kissing me again. She was assertive, not bullying nor dominating. She then pushed me so my back was flat on the bed, feet still on the floor. She knelt down and parted my knees and leant forward between them. She continued to kiss me, then she started to roughly caress me a bit rougher. Just on the pleasurable side of pain. I doubt my nipples have ever been harder and the harder they got; the harder Sarah hit them. I was moaning and wriggling like I’ve never done before. “Would you like me to go down on you?” There’s a question not needing answered. If I had to define a rhetorical question, this would be it. I gulped and nodded slowly.
Next thing I felt was her hands swiftly slip my now wringing underwear off. “I’m glad you keep your lady garden well-tended” Sarah said. “I normally get it fully waxed, had I been on a date I would have got it done, I just never expected it…..” I stammered. “An ex-girlfriend loved me going down on her straight after being waxed.” Sarah countered. That got my head really thinking that I may have to explore this in more detail.
Sarah started slowly and deliberately. She did to my pussy what she had just been doing to my chest. I’d just have to check for any love bites wouldn’t be on view at work. She worked my pussy with fingers, lips and tongue. She flicked my clit, fingered the inside of my pussy and kissed my other lips. I felt my excitement rise, when suddenly I felt my pussy explode in dampness as I shuddered uncontrollably. I’d never felt such an orgasm as that before. “Wow! Someone likes her pussy getting some girly attention!” Sarah spluttered. I was mortified. “I, I, I, never….” I tried to articulate my rampaging thoughts. “You know only about 10% of women achieve female ejaculation?” Sarah replied. “It’s the first time I’ve had someone come like that with me. I am flattered”.
I didn’t know where to look or say. And that day had given me a few new experiences. “Come on, let’s cuddle up and get some sleep. And I will sleep on the wet patch”. In truth, neither of us had an option in the matter. I was spent. No energy, but in a happy way. We fell asleep in each other’s arms fairly quickly. During the night we had a few fumbles. Getting used to an extra pair of firm breasts in a bed was an unusual experience. But I was more than happy and comfortable with it. Spooning each other was dreamy in the extreme.
Nothing happened in the morning apart from surprisingly relaxed conversation. We’ve all done the Walk of Shame, doing it from another woman’s house was different….. I agreed to think about another catch up. So, I slept on it for a few days. I sent a text to say I’d got home safely and thanks for a great night. But left it from there. It played on my mind. I’d loved it, I never thought I’d enjoy another woman, mainly because I’d never seriously thought about it. Also, I’m a moral coward. I know times are changing, but I was brought up in an old-fashioned manner.
I called Sarah three nights later after work and accepted her offer to pop over. We ended up back in bed quite quickly. This time, after my second orgasm, I got brave. I asked her to take her knickers off. “Getting more confident?” I said nothing and slipped her knickers off myself. I was face to face with her pussy. I’d been given a crash course on female/female orgasms and loved it. I even loved the taste of my pussy juice when we kissed afterwards. I started to get off on it in truth. “Take your time and just imagine it is your first kiss” was the advice given.
I started to kiss her outer lips, gently at first then started to use my tongue on them. The moans of pleasure told me I was doing something right. This emboldened me. The smell was intoxicating, so to her taste. As I said, I loved my taste when we kissed after she went down on me, now I was getting the real thing from someone else directly. I took my time alternating between kissing her pussy and licking it. Her breathing got faster, and her hands bunched the duvet cover as she approached climax. When she came, she felt like she was going to crush my head as she brought her knees together in an involuntary response. She was still in foetal position when I started to blow on her clit. “Wow! I thought you said you’d never done anything like that before!” She relaxed and let me go then lifted herself up on to her elbows, looking over her chest at me.
I climbed on top of her and clamped my mouth on hers, sticking my tongue in her mouth, letting her taste her juices on my tongue and lips. For all the newness of the experience, it felt natural. Almost the natural order of things. Part of me wished I’d done this before, but I’m also glad Sarah had shown me not just the physical pleasure, but also the tenderness men struggle to get close to. I enjoyed our closeness, maybe knowing her moving to Canada meant a focus, an end date. I also felt a bit guilty as I also saw it as my dirty little secret.
Sarah had been invited to be a bridesmaid at a family wedding in London just before she left to go home. It was a Sarah plus partner. She begged me to come with her as our last date together. I was always going to say yes, but…. The biggest obstacle was my lack of courage to admit I was in a lesbian relationship. Albeit about to end. Eventually I agreed after I’d told my family, and a few select friends. The only thing more noticeable than their surprise was their support. A few had noticed that I seemed happier, even though I’d no luck on the new job front.
Sarah started teasing me about how low cut her dress was and would definitely be wearing a bra, to preserve modesty and not upstage her cousin on her big day. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remembered seeing a woman wearing a woman’s tuxedo. Normal tuxedo but fitted for the female shape. Given I’m closer to a beanpole than Sarah in the figure stakes, not telling Sarah anything, I ordered one from a rental company. White jacket, black trousers and patent leather 3” heals. Killer!
A fortnight before the wedding I was invited for an interview and got a start date the following week. At last! Just a pity I had to work evenings as often, I couldn’t arrange time with Sarah. For all I was frustrated, to have a more settled future was appealing. The ability to plan things…. Maybe a trip to Canada? Where would I stay?
To say this was a double-edged sword would be an understatement. Sharing my life, thoughts, love and bed with another woman was way beyond my plans. That said, life throws the odd curve ball. I’d always gravitated towards the more traditional, nuclear family. That was t to say I wouldn’t return to that, but something had been woken in me. It was unlikely I’d emigrate to Canada, nor was it likely in the short term for Sarah to return. Would I wait for her? A year is a long time and things change, as I knew better than most. We had a chat, open and at times tearful. But we decided that we’d make full use of the time together. The wedding would be our finale. We’d go out with a bang. Which got me thinking…..
With Sarah, I’d got over a lot of my body hang ups. While I’m not curvaceous, I realised I can be feminine but slender. I also caught myself taking furtive glances at other women. More than once lustful, or wistful at the very least. I wasn’t attracted to more masculine, butch women. But I’d never been drawn to the more effeminate men. Not even the straight ones!
The wedding was at a fancy hotel in the Home Counties and we drove down in a good time. Her cousin’s family were obviously well to do. My dad lent me his F-Type Jaguar convertible, so I would fit in better than I would with my seven-year-old Alfa Romeo Giulietta. Actually, I thought it was a midlife crisis, but I loved it….. I always said, you never look bad in an Alfa. The conversation was upbeat. We obviously knew that this was our last date. At least for a while, but there was no feeling of regret nor sadness. We were booked in from the Thursday to the Monday. I shudder to think what the cost would be, but Sarah told me not to worry, her cousins would be horrified if they knew I was thinking that way.
The hotel was amazing. Our room was round the side, but probably the nicest I’ve been in. Her relatives had chosen well. The food was even better, and the weather complimented the English country garden perfectly. As we were unpacking, Sarah gave a mischievous wink and whispered conspiratorially, “I’ve got a surprise for you”. Out of her bag she pulled out what turned out to be a strap on. It took a while to recognise it. I’d heard of them, just never seen one. “Guess what I will be using on you tonight???” I was fascinated. I loved oral sex, but sometimes I missed some good old-fashioned penetration. The one drawback to having a lesbian partner.
After meeting her family over dinner and drinks, we went to bed. The mattress felt like I was floating on a cloud. We started kissing and I continued my fascination with her chest. I went down on her freshly waxed pussy. Her legs wrapped round my head as she climaxed. I couldn’t get over how much I loved licking pussy. The taste of her, the texture, her scent and the similarity as I see it to making out. I lay on top of her stroking her hair and face and exchanged kisses. After she recovered her breath, Sarah wriggled her bum and spread her legs. She pulled my bum closer, so our pussies were touching. She rocked me back and forwards gently, so we ground ourselves together. Our kissing matched the tempo of our grinding, and she started running her fingers through my hair as I pinched her nipples. After her second orgasm, she was spent. I ran my tongue over her eyelids and eyebrows. Her forehead had a fine sheen of perspiration.
After a few minutes, savouring the afterglow of our lovemaking, I got up and wandered over to the dresser and picked up the strap on Sarah had got me. “You’d better give me a hand in getting the straps right” I said. Sarah gave me a big grin and replied that shouldn’t she use it on me as I’d no experience, she did. “On the job learning!” I replied. Actually, it didn’t take long to get them to the right positions. Putting my hands on her hips, I kissed her and pushed her over to the edge of the bed. I sat her down and pushed her flat. Lifting her legs up either side of me I gentry slid the phallic substitute into her still moist pussy. I started slowly but built up a steady rhythm. The strap on was moulded at the base so as I penetrated Sarah, it massaged my clitoris to very satisfying effect. I maintained the rhythm, taking a pleasure of knowing my actions were causing her magnificent breasts to move in time to me. As our excitement rose, we both knew we’d come together. When it came Sarah let out shriek. She’d never done that before. The only times we’d come together was on our third night together when we’d done a 69. Most of the we took turns on going down on each other. The other time was when we ground pussies earlier.
“You sure you’ve not done that before???” Panted Sarah. “No, plastic penis virgin here”, I replied. “I just wished I’d got you that before!” Sarah shot back. “We know who to blame for that then” I teased my now recovering, but well fucked partner. We drifted off to sleep, strap on still strapped on. I had to pee, so I took it off and answered the call of nature and put it back on. It was silly, but in a daft, almost teenager experimental/novelty way, I liked it and wanted to keep it on.
I slumped back into that sumptuous bed and drifted off to sleep as Sarah spooned into me, stroking my tummy. Occasionally my chest and pussy too. Not sexual, but tender. That Friday we’d met Sarah’s relatives and used the spa in the late afternoon. I could get used to this lifestyle. I knew our time together was coming to an end soon, but I was determined to go out with a bang. We went to bed fairly early as it was the big day tomorrow. Sarah had to get up fairly early for dressing, hair and makeup. That was our excuse, and we were sticking to it.
When we got back to our room, I locked the door and grabbed her gently from behind. I started kissing her neck and nibbling her ears. Knowing how much Sarah liked that, I was pushing against an open door. I tugged her t shirt free and continued my assault on her neck and ears. Slipping my hands up her t shirt and started to caress her now very erect nipples. Sarah started to moan with pleasure as I slipped her T-shirt over her head and threw it on the bed. I then fumbled with her belt and then undid her trousers. I slid them over her hips, and they fell down her legs, resting at her ankles. I then did the same with her knickers. I pushed her towards the bed, and she ended up in the middle, face down. I jumped on to the bed and straddling her waist, I picked up the recently discarded T-shirt and used it to tie her wrists together. I then slipped my T-shirt off and used it as a blindfold on a slightly startled girlfriend.
“Right, you, I don’t want any of your nonsense. Tomorrow night is our last night before you fly home, and I will be emotional. We can have a cry then, but this is my goodbye present. A farewell fuck if you like. So I just want to give you back just a little of what you’ve given me over the last few months.” Sarah just nodded. I spent the next ten minutes continuing on her neck and ears. I got a scrunchie and tied her hair back giving me a clear space to work. I parted her legs, worked my way down her spine nibbling her bum cheeks and gently masterbate her. This brought to her to orgasm quickly. Then I lay half on the bed, knees on the floor. I hooked my arms under her front of her thighs and parted her butt cheeks. I had placed some wet wipes beside me and gave her backside a clean. Reason? That’s about to become clear.
Slipping my tongue in, I started to lick her sphincter. Gently at first then feeling her relax into my actions I got more adventurous. Sarah was moaning with pleasure. “Enjoying this?” I asked. Sarah nodded. “Right, turn over”. Sarah meekly did as she was told. “Open them!” I commanded as I tapped her legs. I climbed up on the bed and as I rested chest on her’s I kissed her as deeply as I’ve ever kissed her. Again, I nibbled her ears, but only briefly this time as I worked my way down her neck to her heaving breasts. I licked her breasts, teasing her very erect nipples with my tongue, lips and teeth. The temptation to give her a hicky on her chest was overwhelming, but I managed to resist the temptation.
I kissed and licked her stomach and groin; I slipped my knees off the bed and resumed the position I adopted while I was rimming her. Hands under her thighs and held onto the top of her legs. She knew I loved pussy licking and guessed what was coming.
I once dated a guy whose party trick was to go down on me for an hour without coming after he’d shaved me. It was frustrating to say the least, but when I climaxed, it was exhilarating. Sarah and I both had gotten waxed before we left Glasgow for the wedding. I started slowly, working the outer flaps of her vagina with my lips and tongue then penetrating her with my tongue building her up then annoying her by easing off enough to allow her excitement to subside as her frustration. I was keeping an eye on time with the bedside alarm clock and tormented her by counting off the time before she would be allowed to come. She was begging me to let her come. “Patience is a virtue” I provocatively replied. After the hour had passed, I slowed her down, then asked her what she wanted. “Let me come!!!” Came the frustrated reply. Ok. Challenge accepted.
I stuck my two main right fingers into her and made a “come to me” motion repeatedly while I licked her clitoris. Her breathing got heavier and heavier as her breasts rose and fell. I knew she was bursting to come. She clamped her thighs around me head and arched her back. She collapsed in a breathless, sweaty heap. Totally spent. Her hair was a mess when I took the blindfold and the other T-shirt, freeing her hands. She looked spent. “Wow! That was amazing” she stammered. I said nothing but climbed on top of her and kissed her as deeply as she would allow.
After a few minutes, I got up, removing my trousers and knickers, I climbed into bed beside her, and we both fell asleep in each other’s arms. I got up a few hours later, needing the toilet. After relieving myself a bit of mischief crept though my mind. I slipped the strap on onto me, adjusting the Velcro straps as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake Sarah up. I slipped back in beside her, placing my arms around her. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
As it got light, Sarah rolled over and was woken by my plastic protrusion. Looking disheveled, well, she was just awake and had been given a good shag the night before, she looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I smiled and rolled onto my back and made a come to me sign. She straddled the strap on and gently settled on it. Rocking her hips back and forth, she built a steady motion. Again, I’m stroking those fantastic breasts as the jiggled in front of me and her tummy. She came. After lying together, nothing having been said I got up and rolled her on to her front. I came round behind her and hooked my hands on her hips, lifting her bum up in the air. I slipped my plastic cock into her and started pumping her for all I was worth. Surprisingly quickly I heard her say with a certain urgency in her voice “I’m going to come. Don’t stop!” A few seconds later, arching her back I felt her shudder with pleasure.
Just then my alarm on my phone went off. Sarah had to go and get her hair, make up and fitting finished. We jumped into the shower together, came out, dried off and wrapped up in the bathrobes provided. Sarah went to get dolled up, I threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt then went for my breakfast after I had dried my hair.
After breakfast I started sorting my tuxedo out. I hadn’t told Sarah I’d got this, she thought I’d got a summer dress I’d left hanging up in a suit carrier in the wardrobe. Makeup and hair done and dressed. Plenty time! The service was in forty-five minutes, so I picked up a rose, put it in my lapel buttonhole and went to the bar, awaiting the arrival of the bridal party.
The bride was lovely, didn’t look like a meringue, Sarah and the other bridesmaid looked edible. Sarah’s expression when she saw me in the congregation was a treat to say the least. The best man did get an eyeful of her low-cut top and a fine evening was had by all. This was our last night as she was flying home to Calgary the next day out of Heathrow Airport. She arranged it so I would drop her off. Tissues at the ready!
We weren’t the only same sex couple. Her relatives were a wee bit more cosmopolitan than mine. We did cut a smart image as the dandy couple. The tuxedo had the desired effect and was complimented on by many. Most were expecting a kilt, being Scottish. Sorry I disappointed. The last dance was emotional. I felt a few tears welling up and then a few more, then a lot more. Mascara ran and dripped on to her cleavage. Once I composed myself, I whipped a tissue out and mopped up the running make up.
Our last night was more emotional than physical. A lot of kissing and caressing rather than banging each other silly. Inevitably, the alarm went off and we almost reluctantly got in the shower then went to get some breakfast. At breakfast Sarah asked me about future relationship plans. My head was a mess and didn’t know. She kept asking me if I’d go back to guys and our relationship was a one off. I didn’t want to answer as I never really knew the answer myself. “I will help you write an online profile to see if you want another woman?” She eventually spat out. “It’d be fun!” I wasn’t so sure.
She dictated what she thought was right, I had a slight input, but Sarah was on a roll. Once finished and finally got a word in edge ways, I finally spoke up. “Right, it is done. I will think about it for a week or two”. Sarah was surprisingly quiet. I left it at that and thought no more of it. The time finally came, and we had to head to Heathrow Airport. I saw her off with more than a few tears and returned to the car for my long, lonely drive home. I got into the driver's seat and looked at the empty passenger seat and burst into tears. After a good length of time and I’d let the emotions out, I managed to compose myself enough to start the car, drop the roof and head home.
Two hours later I stopped at a service station, tanked up, had a pee, bought a coffee and checked my emails. I saw a few from match.com saying my profile had been set up and so wasn’t surprised. I expected I’d look at them in a month or two. I also noticed two from match.com saying I had mail. Initially I was sceptical, generic emails looking real people, but designed to get you to take out subscriptions. Both used my handle TuxedoHoneyBlonde but one had a few pictures of local landmarks around Glasgow I recognised.
I followed the links, and my account was live. How was that possible? Was there a free week trial? I looked back and saw an email from Sarah, saying thanks for a great few months, a great relationship, great sex and a great lover. The tears welled up again especially when I read, she had paid for a four-week subscription. She felt I may fall out the sapphic tree.
Slightly startled I revisited the two replies. Both commended me on my tuxedo profile photo. Both were from Glasgow, and both were generally chatty. Jayne is a bit older, 43, slightly wavy long black hair, maybe a few grey ones and a laughter line or two. Piercing blue eyes too. Mine are blue, but more watery. Erica is 19, proper redhead and four months pregnant. That caught my attention. Jayne was separated from her husband and had decided to try something new. She had two daughters, teenagers, and worked as an office manager. She had an authoritative, confident air about her. Erica had just been dumped when discovered she was pregnant. She had kissed a few girls as at school, but only schoolgirl life experience.
I emailed them both, telling them my situation and what had happened. Not expecting to hear any more. I had just replied to Erica when Jayne replied immediately. Efficient office manager. I put my mobile number on email saying I’d be in the car for five hours if she wanted a chat. As I pulled on to the motorway, my phone rang with a number I never recognised. Jayne wanted to make contact before she took her daughters to their dad. She said she would call me in an hour or so.
As promised, just over an hour later as I was south of Preston on the M6, the phone rang. I was in my own wee world. I was loving how the big Jaguar was wafting along effortlessly. I could get used to this, but I loved my Alfa Romeo. I was trying to compute how I’d gone from straight woman to having a same sex relationship, to breaking up and being set up by beloved ex. Sarah is lesbian. I’m not, or at least never thought about it until now.
Jayne has a good phone manner. Her accent is well to do, in control, but also a very upbeat woman. She sounded great and I’d taken a few moments to reread her profile and her pictures. One in a swimsuit from a recent Caribbean holiday. Idyllic seascape and a great figure, never mind her age and two k**s. She was leggy and had a healthy tan accentuating her eyes. Now I’m being jealous. A holiday like that would be bliss.
We chatted generally for twenty minutes and then she started asking me more about my advert. I’d given an overview of Sarah setting it up as well as how it came to that, my relationship with her and how it unfolded and ultimately ended. She was fascinated. She told me how her now ex-husband had “traded her in for a newer model” and after a year of catastrophic failure dating, in exasperation a girlfriend had said she would set her up with her bisexual Wee sister. Given she had babysat this woman as a c***d, that was too close. But it got her thinking…..
She had poured a large Pinot Grigio and started looking through match.com when she got brave and swapped looking for men to looking for women. She never contacted anyone but mulled it over for a few nights. And a few Pinot Grigio wines. She was very matter of fact and the sort that was in for a penny, in for a pound types. Jayne had openly spoken with her girlfriends, and they had encouraged her. She had got up that Sunday morning, gone out on her horse and after Sunday lunch had sat down with her iPad and revisited match.com before going to drop her daughters at their father’s house.
I asked her was she looking for relationship or just friends with benefits. She wasn’t sure. Both!!! We laughed. She was curious about sleeping with a woman and not seeing anyone. I still feel that Sarah was my dirty little secret. Very enjoyable secret, but the longer it went on, the more I felt I was unfair to her. We left it as see how it goes. I was really drawn to her upbeat style and mannerism. She wasn’t into nightlife, which suited me. I never had been. Her daughters were back at their fathers on Wednesday night, so we left it as a provisional date.
I got back to Glasgow and before returning the car to my dad, I gave it a wash and tanked it up. I waxed lyrical about what a dream machine it was and if dad wasn’t careful, he’d lose it to his daughter. Mum and dad wanted to know all about the wedding. I showed them the photos of Sarah and I, with me in the tuxedo they were amazed and thought I looked fantastic. “Sooooooo…… are you going for women or men now?” Mum eventually asked. I told her I’d no idea. Was it a Phase? I didn’t know. I had a great time with Sarah and found it a great experience I hadn’t previously considered. But I did tell them about what Sarah had done and the outcomes. Dad just gave me a hug and said that whatever I did was fine with them. That was it. I went home and found myself lonely. I missed Sarah. The closest I could get was online videos, but a poor second.
I got up and went to work with the new job. I was still getting to know colleagues, and them getting to know me. A few asked how the wedding was, and I showed some photos. A few were jealous of dad’s car and me getting to use it. Sarah had emailed me saying she had got home safely and hoped I hadn’t minded what she had done. I told her about Jayne and Erica. Erica had also replied including her mobile number if I fancied a chat that night. Replying that I’d call her after 20:00 after my run that night.
I’d checked my profile and saw a few more. One was into identity politics with pronouns everywhere along with flags. As well as a few that just were not suitable, I’d acknowledged them with a thanks, but no thanks.
At 20:00 on the dot, I picked up my iPhone and dialled Erica’s number. We had a chat, she told me my photo of my tuxedo jacket only with me d****d over an armchair. She thought I was fantastic and wondered what I was wearing under the jacket. “Nothing……” I stammered. “Wow! You looked amazing! That’s the photo that had me wanting to reach out to you.” I was quite proud of the photo but hadn’t anticipated that response. “I am after friends with benefits, not a relationship as such and that photo had me wanting to be with you, my hormones are going wild!” The thought of sleeping with a pregnant woman had a certain appeal. I replied that I had no real idea of what I wanted, but I appreciated the candour. “I’m about to jump in a bath” Erica said. I wished I could have joined her. “Why not?” Erica replied and gave me her address. She lived at home with her mum, who was away on holiday.
I jumped into the car and set the sat-nav and headed over. I got parked and found the house. My heart was pounding, hands sweating and butterflies in my tummy as I knocked on the door. Erica is 5’5” tall, green eyes, long red mane and freckles. A pretty young woman. Her tummy was definitely growing. She was radiant, standing there in a fluffy bathrobe. “Come in” she said with a warm smile. “I’m Erica”. She closed the door and took my hand. She took me to the bathroom where a large P-shaped bath was filling up.
Without any shyness, she und****d herself and put a foot in the water to test it. Satisfied it wasn’t thermonuclear hot she turned the taps off. She turned to me and asked if she could kiss me. The kissing was wonderful. Soon our hands were all over each other. I turned her round and started stroking her tummy and breasts. I’m definitely a breast girl. I took my clothes off and took her hand, we stepped into the bath. I lay down and she spooned into me. I continued my assault on her chest and stomach, pinching her nipples. As her excitement rose, I slipped my fingers down. Her thatch of pubic hair was very short. I preferred smooth. Sarah had taught me that and I have been smooth since I was 17.
I started to gently finger her then as I moved my hand away to get a more comfortable position she murmured “don’t stop!” After half an hour or so, we got out and dried each other. She brushed her hair to get the water out it, just standing there, nothing on. As she worked on her red mane, I stood toe to toe with her, my hands on her hips, gently rubbing my chest against her fuller breasts and erect nipples. Erica took my left hand and led me to her room. She had a single bed at the back, looking out on to the back garden and railway station behind her family’s home. “Go down on me!” She whispered and lay on the bed, legs dangling over the edge and soles of her feet on the floor.
I knelt down between her knees and lent over her and kissed her nipples. They had been very erect since we got into the bath. She started to breath deeper. I got more adventurous and started to massage her chest. I worked my way south and used my nails to gently stroke her swelling tummy. Her chest started to rise and fall more and more. I brought her to orgasm, and she gripped and twisted the duvet with her hands as she arched her back coming.
I stood up and leant over her. She was red, flushed. I leant over to kiss her, let her taste her delicious pussy juices, just as Sarah got me hooked. I lay on top of her, pelvis to pelvis, her legs open, mine closed. I had to arced my back, being careful not to lean on her swelling belly. She hadn’t said anything, just kissing. I slowly started to rub my pubis bone over her’s. Starting slowly, I built up a steady rhythm. Soon we were breathing heavily as I tribbed her for all I was worth. We both came quite quickly and slumped into each other's arms. Erica was insatiable. She had never had an orgasm like that and not many by oral sex.
“That was brilliant, but I need a good, hard shag” she whispered breathlessly. I told her of my phallic present Sarah had given me and she was interested. Big time. “I will bring it next time we hook up”. She told me she was looking forward to that. Both the sex and seeing each other. I told Erica about Jayne and seeing her tomorrow, but she was cool with it. “I promise to tongue, trib and screw your brains out” I whispered in her ear.
We fell asleep on her bed. During pillow talk she told me her man when he’d got cold feet when Erica realised that she was pregnant. Clearly, he had some good tastes in women though. If this didn’t work out, I secretly hoped he’d realise what he was missing out on. We snuggled up and slept well in each other's arms. When the alarm rang, I dashed home, showered and was in work bang on time.
Mid-morning I got a text, “mum home tomorrow lunchtime, fancy another night here?”. Erica was planning ahead….. Tuesday nights aren’t usually busy; besides I’d promised her something special the night before. “Ok, meet me under the clock at the station at 17:30. We can go to mine, and I can get the car and a change of clothes”. I was glad I was in a new job as I’d be struggling to keep focussed, but I had to and learning the new role was the perfect motivation.
I was excited as I left the office to meet Erica again. I was early, but thankfully, so was she. Some teenage boys were giving her a hard time about her growing belly. She looked lovely in black leggings, a pink slip top and white trainers and white Nike sports socks, the fashion of the day. This flattered her figure. She was still trim, but you could see she was pregnant. She told me not to worry, they were just hormonal k**s not knowing better. On the subject of hormonal, she was hungry, and horny. We went back to my flat, I grabbed a change of blouse and underwear for work and picked up the car keys as we left. “Nice flat, we can use here once mum gets back” said Erica as we jumped into the Alfa. I hadn’t even thought about that.
We ordered some Chinese food and collected it on the way to Erica’s house. After a lovely dinner we settled down to watch some tv. She sat back into me, and I started to nibble her ears, knowing she loved it. She pulled out a hair band and put her mane of red hair into a ponytail so I wouldn’t get distracted. After nibbling her ear and neck we both started kissing each other with passion. She undid my blouse and bra as she groped and kissed me. I wasn’t used to my chest getting such attention, unlike Sarah. After a few minutes, unprompted by me she started to unfasten my belt and trousers then knelt down at my knees. She kept pulling at my trousers and knickers until such time as they were round my ankles. Placing her hands on my knees she parted them and started kissing my inner thighs and used her nails to caress my stomach.
She’d told me before she hadn’t yet gone down on a woman, it was a fantasy she had had for a while, getting off on girl/girl videos. I would need check out the videos she watched, for a first attempt, she certainly made me happy. She learned quickly and devoured my pussy. Her tongue was all round my pussy, in every corner like she was enjoying exploring me. As I climaxed, I was squeezing her head on to my clit, not wanting this pleasure to stop.
I never said a thing but put a finger under her chin and pulled her mouth to mine. I’d loved the taste of me on Sarah’s mouth, this was as sweet.
“Take me to bed and fuck me with your strap on” she whispered in my ear. I gathered my clothes, partially dressed, reached into my bag and pulled the strap on out, carrying it in my left hand, I took Erica’s left hand and led her to her room. She put the light on and turned to face me. I slipped my fingers into her waist band, Erica stepped out of her trousers. Topless, she pulled my blouse over my head, I turned her around and started to stroke her tummy and breasts. While doing this I nibbled her ear. “I promised to lick, trib and fuck you silly, ready?” Erica just stood there, smiled and nodded. After some passionate kissing and breast massage, she turned to face me. Erica put her hands round my neck, pulling me closer, holding me tighter. I started kissing my way down, eventually reaching her little thatch of hair. I preferred smooth, but it wasn’t a deal breaker. I parted her pussy lips and devoured her clit. While licking her, I also fingered her to a quick orgasm. Her hands holding my head tight to her pussy. After she came, I quickly retraced my journey northwards until I was kissing her full on the lips. “Fuck me! Please!” Erica pleaded. I picked the strap on up, stepped into it, adjusted the straps and made sure it fitted right.
Out the corner of my eye, I noticed a train sitting at the station, we hadn’t shut the curtains. I got a bit of a thrill having people watch us. I was slightly disappointed when I looked back up and it was pulling out. Nevertheless, I focussed on the lovely Erica. I told her to kneel on the bed and lined the strap on up to her pussy. Gripping her hips, I started to penetrate her. Slowly at first, then building up a head of steam. I could see her breasts wobbling in tandem with me fucking her doggy style as they hung below her body. As she approached orgasm, she laid her head and shoulders on the bed and buried her face in the pillows. She howled as she came. Her neighbours must have thought someone was getting murdered.
After she caught her breath, she rolled over on to her back. A lopsided smile told me Erica was a satisfied lady. I crawled on top of her and gently started to rub my body against her I started to grind her pubis bone against mine, building a steady rhythm. Our pussy juices lubricating the experience, mixing together. I ground her pussy for all I was worth. As I rubbed against her, Erica alternated between stroking my neck and arms as I rubbed her breasts. We soon climaxed and I collapsed on top of her. We never spoke, just grinned and touched each other's faces, moving stray hairs out the way.
I never said anything but disentangled my limbs from her and changed ends. I slipped my right leg over her left so we scissored our pussies. I pulled her close, so our pussy lips were touching. We rocked our hips from side to side. This was new to us, but soon found a rhythm. We were taking it easy, I started to lick Erica’s toes and she reciprocated. This was a lovely sensation. I loved a foot massage; this took it to a new level.
We slept fitfully. I obviously knew what it was like to sleep with a woman, but a pregnant woman was a bit more special. Knowing Erica was bringing new life into the world and being beside her in a strange way thrilling. I wasn’t the broody sort, but I think I understood the feeling. I also enjoyed the close proximity, sleeping with someone, male or female in single bed made me feel like I was a teenager again.
Work was fine the next day. I drove home and took the train to the office when I got a text from Jayne. “Fancy a drink tonight? The girls are at their dad’s”. I replied yes and we made arrangements. I knew Erica was wanting a friends with benefits relationship. Understandable given she was going to have to focus on a c***d in a few months. Jayne was unsure what she wanted, but let’s see how tonight goes. “I can pick you up? Fancy drive and a drinking at a pub I know in the country?” I texted after I got the idea in my head. She gave me her address and we arranged for me to pick her up at 19:00.
I pulled up outside a lovely, detached villa in leafy suburbs. It was a warm night and I had changed into a summer dress. I kept a cardigan in the Alfa in case we were sitting outside, and it got cold later. I had butterflies in my stomach as I knocked on the door. I was unsure if it was the fancy house or first date nerves. I was getting plenty of experience dating women these days. Sarah would be proud of me. We kept in touch. I kept her updated on my dates. I hid my profile on Match to see how things went with Jayne and Erica.
This delightful, yummy mummy answered the door. Silk blouse, jeans and boots. She was slightly shorter than me, she was radiant, sparkle in her eyes and a smile that could light up the darkest room. “Come in Pamela! Lovely to meet you in person.” She hugged me and the perfume she had on was intoxicating. “Like the perfume” I said. “I pinched it from my daughter” she replied. “I told her I was going on a date, didn’t say it was a date with a woman though! That’s for another day…. Actually, the way k**s are going now, they will probably either be embarrassed or impressed.” She got her things together and we left. In the driveway was the statutory SUV, I’d parked my Alfa behind her Volvo.
I opened the sunroof as we got in and put some Queen on. “Excellent taste in music and cars!” She exclaimed. “When the deal on the Volvo is up in a year, I had thought of getting the Alfa Stelvio. Alfa red, obviously.” This impressed me. “I also have excellent taste in women now too” I chortled. The drive to the pub was a nice run. When we got there, I saw that there were a few empty tables outside. I didn’t bother closing the sunroof nor did I lock the car.
We talked about life, the universe and everything. And we did not come to the conclusion that the answer had to be 42. Douglas Adams fans will understand that particular question. Jayne had not had good luck dating in the last year. There was no one she really clicked with. “It’s strange, I don’t feel I’m on a first date” Jayne said suddenly. I took it as a compliment. We chatted, had a few drinks and as the sun set, we headed back to the car.
When we pulled up to her house, I went to kiss her. “I’d be ribbing my daughters rotten if I saw them doing that! Come on in.” We went in and let the dog out to have a toilet break. One very large honey golden Labrador called Charlie. Charlie was very friendly and wanted to make friends. We were going to get on just fine. “He usually sleeps with the girls or in his basket, he won’t disturb us. You’re going to have to teach me new things in bed” and she took my hand and led me upstairs. Entering her bedroom, she turned and faced me. Eyes sparkling, a few laughter lines, no grey hairs. “Nervous?” I asked. A nervous laugh answered my question. I ran a finger across her jaw and Jayne turned her head so that I touched her lip. She then opened her mouth and gently, but firmly started to suck my finger. Using her lips to hold my finger, she started to tongue my finger. Wow! This was a turn on.
Using my left hand, I started to run my fingers through her rich mane and started to gently stroke the nape of her neck. She released my finger and we kissed. I slid my hands on to her hips and Jayne put her hands around my neck. My hands went north. I’d warned her I was a breast woman. “38C before you ask” she told me early on. I fiddled the top button on her blouse loose and slid my right index finger into her fantastic cleavage. I knew Jayne was up for this when she started to tug the ties holding my summer dress in place at the front. They came lose and when I shrugged my shoulders, the dress fell on to the floor at my feet.
I didn’t quite have the same body confidence Erica had when I jumped into the bath with her, but I felt relaxed, nonetheless. I had my pumps on and a pair of knickers. For a newbie, she was not slow. She didn’t seem nervous now and I got the feeling I didn’t need to lead the way. I continued stroking her cleavage with my right index finger and slid my left hand behind her back and unhooked her bra. It fell on top of my dress. Her breasts were soft, like Erica’s, Sarah was firmer, but I was transfixed. My hands were all over them. I don’t know how long we stood there kissing, but we took our time getting to know each other’s body. She also had a bit of a mummy tummy, but she had confided in my that she had a similar figure to mine before she had her girls.
Jayne removed her boots and socks; I unfastened her belt belt and slipped her jeans over her bum. I then did the same with her knickers as she did the same to me. I stepped out my shoes and we were both stark naked. We looked each other up and down, both appeared to like what she saw. “Getting an all over wax was an experience” Jayne said. “But who wants an unwaxed middle aged bird?” “I prefer smooth, don’t like hair in my mouth, yuck!” I replied. “I’ve not been smooth for a wee while and I used exfoliating cream and a razor, less sore but this is definitely a smoother, and hopefully more sensual”. Jayne added.
“You’re about to find out” I whispered in Jayne’s ear as restarted kissing her. Our hands strangely went to hold each other by the face, tongues penetrating the other’s mouth. I think she was making up for lost time. I quickly started to draw my nails over her face gently, then behind her ears, then her neck and then down her back. No let up on our tonguing action. This was more passionate than either Sarah or Erica. One knew she was my dirty little secret and the other just wanted sex. Jayne wanted sex, but also wanted me too. You could tell that by the way she held me.
“You’re not wanting just a fuck buddy, are you?” I asked. “No. Initially I didn’t know what I wanted, but I’d had feelings before, but suppressed them. Focussed on my family. Now I’m single and the offsprings are older, I feel I have more me time” Jayne replied. She went on, “Pamela, you’re a fine-looking woman, intelligent, smart, witty and generally good company, why wouldn’t I want to date you? If you wanted a forty something single mum?” “Bloody hell! That’s quick! We haven’t even made it into bed!” I replied.
We made it to the bed without too much further distractions. She was a keen novice but was eager to try new things. We licked, kissed and sucked the night away and feel asleep. In the morning we chatted over breakfast, and she still felt same way. I was minded to do the same. Straight a few months ago and on my third lesbian liaison now. We settled into a routine of catching up when we could, waiting to see how it went. I told her about Sarah and Erica and she appreciated the honesty.
I’m fact we were out that Friday for a pizza, building our relationship. Until recently I wouldn’t have looked at dating a woman, now I was questioning whether I’d ever go back. I didn’t feel different. Sometimes after some serious tongue sessions, I missed a good hard fuck. But there’s more to it than just that. When we were out, I noticed a female couple. A slightly older woman, similar age to Jayne, 5’8”, auburn shortish hair, decent figure and she seemed to be on a date with a younger, black woman, who was stunning. So Jayne wasn’t the only one dating a younger woman??? I saw them shoot off in a hurry, holding hands.
When we left, we literally bumped into none other than Erica. She was looking fantastic. Blossoming beautifully. She was in dungarees, bump getting bigger. “Pamela, this is Lindsay, we are on a date!” She was shorter, 5’3”, well stacked, short blonde hair, closer to my age. “Hi there” squealed Lindsay, “Erica told me a lot about you.” “Jayne, meet Erica and Lindsay. I’m sure it’s all charitable Lindsay!” Apparently, Erica second thoughts but said nothing after I’d mentioned I was serious about Jayne. I wasn’t sure about getting involved with newborn c***dren. A couple of teenage hormonal girls was bad enough….
I was always going to keep in touch with Erica. Some people you date, you like, but there’s no connection. That’s how I felt about Erica. And I was delighted she seemed to have found someone. I just hope she had got a bigger bed….
I introduced her to my family who were initially taken aback but warmed to her. Her daughters were a revelation. Real live wires. Daisy, her elder was learning to drive and that was an ongoing battle with her mum. I took her out in my Alfa, and she was fine with me. We had a chat about everything. It was nice that she felt comfortable in my company to open up and confide. I’d never betray a confidence. I was flattered she told me things.
As the summer turned to autumn, the days grew shorter, leaves fell, dog walking got better for Charlie as new scents came through. One day Jayne told me how her ex suggested taking the girls away for the school October holidays and how did I fancy a sun break? “Where?” I asked. “A friend has a house in Puerto del Carmen in Lanzarote, we can use that if we want?” Jayne replied. I was unsure as I thought she might want time with the girls. “For all I am underwhelmed with my ex, he is their dad, and I don’t grudge saying he has still kept up with them. I won’t come between my girls and him, it’s not fair and it is spiteful. I’m better than that”. I was pleased to hear Jayne say that I liked the dignity she conducted herself with.
A month later when we landed, we had a week of sun, sand, sangria and sex. Jayne’s words to her pals. I am not sure I will survive the inevitable onslaught when I finally meet them after that! The house was at the end of a row, very secluded. It was new and had all amenities. I wondered why you’d want a hot tub when it was 40c. The first full day we spent exploring the town, looking for restaurants to try. Usual holiday pubs, Australian and Irish were popular. As for food, Indian, Italian and Chinese were plentiful.
We found a fish restaurant and started on the menu and wine list. We staggered home in each other's arms and slumped into bed. Too pooped to do anything naughty. The light was streaming in the unclosed curtains. Jayne was dozing fitfully. I watched her for a few minutes as her breasts rose and fell with her breathing. It was then I realised how much she reminded me of Courtney Cox. She wasn’t identical, but the eyes and hair did remind me of her.
I leant over and gently kissed her lips, barely touching them. She moved her head from side to side. I repeated the kiss, she moaned and turned towards me when I placed a third, longer kiss. I touched her lip with my tongue gently, licking her lips as softly as I could. She opened her mouth and eyes at the same time. We kissed more. “That was the most romantic way of being woken up” Jayne murmured. “I was concerned on reflection that it was inappropriate” I whispered in her ears. “Woke people and their views on Sleeping Beauty”. “Now you’ve woken Sleeping Beauty, what are your plans for me then Tuxedo Princess?” she asked.
I jumped out of bed and had a pee then brushed my teeth, it woke me up a bit. Jayne did likewise. We kissed a bit more. Gently stroking each other’s sides and solar plexus. I whispered in her ear that sometime on the holiday, I’d like to make love outdoors. I told her the thrill I got when I thought that people on the train could see me with Erica. “Oh that would be naughty. And fun!” She squealed. “So???” I asked. When the neighbours left for the beach, we nipped out, we didn’t have to get undressed as we had just got out of bed. I left the strap on in the bedroom, but soon had my face in Jayne’s pussy, licking for all I was worth. Jayne seemed to be enjoying this more than I thought she would have. I also liked the feel of the sun on my naked body, I decided that I’d get brave and try for an all over tan. Jayne took her time and covered me in suntan lotion. By the end of the day, I had a noticeable shade change in my skin colour. A few more days of this was the order of the day!
The holiday ended too soon, but with my hair lighter, skin noticeably darker, we headed home. I’d even gone topless on the beach. Jayne joined in too, but felt less comfortable in her skin in public. We decided we’d like to come back next summer, see if we could get the same place. Two weeks of sun, sand, sea and sleeping with the women I want to settle down with. That tuxedo may get a second airing.