Date: Mon, 8 Nov 2010 03:07:28 +0000
From: Christine Oram <oram_c@hotmail.com>
Subject: JANE?S ENCOUNTER WITH DISAPPOINTMENT (Jane?s Encounters Part 9)

JANE'S ENCOUNTER WITH DISAPPOINTMENT
(Jane's Encounters Part 9)
By Christine.

Story cChristine Oram 2010

Jane carefully applied the red nail polish to her
toes, her breasts squashing up against her thighs
as she lent forward. She had just had a shower
and she was completely naked. Jane always got a
kick out of being naked at home. She was newly
shaved all over and her beauty was even more
manifest today than usual; it shone forth in the
clean and healthy sheen of her smooth flesh.

When she finished she sat on a wooden chair and
contemplated her life. It was Saturday morning
and she wondered what to do today. She had
arranged to meet up with Jonathan for dinner
tonight and she was feeling rather nervous about
it. It was well over a year since she had been
out with a man on a date and so much had happened
to her sexual life since then that she felt
confused and a bit worried about both what she
wanted and what she should do. The experience at
Donna and Lillian's party had been so
extraordinary that she could hardly believe it -
her one major regret was that she had been so
drunk, so she was not entirely certain as to what
had actually happened and what had just been her
imagination. She knew that she had come so many
times that night that the two girls must indeed
have done the things to her that she recollected,
but had she really fucked Donna
with a strap-on? It seemed so incredible. A year
ago a strapon had been something she would have
just tittered about with her friends. The idea of
her actually using one on a beautiful woman would
have seemed completely extraordinary.

"I cannot be gay," she kept repeating to herself.
All her 30 years she had been the beautiful one,
the girl who could always get the guy, the envy
of most women. She had enjoyed being the sexy
babe, the one with the great body and the
flashing smile - the instant attraction from
virtually every man. Yes she had had a few passes
from other women now she thought about it, but
they had never seemed like her ordinary-looking
girls without her physical advantages or
personality. Jane was not so unaware she knew
that being too beautiful was not always a good
thing for relationships, she knew from bitter
experience that looks guaranteed nothing when it
came to long-lasting friendships.

There was a knock at the door and, putting on her
robe, she looked through the spyglass on the door
to see who it was. She saw an unknown woman,
distorted through the fisheye perspective of the
eyepiece. She looked harmless, so Jane opened the
door.

When she opened he door Jane knew almost without
taking it in that the woman in front of her was
something else. She was a vision of tanned skin,
black shag-cut hair, bracelets, rings, necklaces
and leather. Without even having a chance to
analyze her in detail in her mind, or even to
know why, Jane was instantly smitten.

"Hello?", Jane said slightly blushing in her
excitement.

"Hi, I'm just visiting my uh, family, or at least
they are my relations through my husband's
family. Oh shit, I mean, hey they are my
husband's uncle and aunt - what does that make
them?

"Your uncle-in-law?" Jane smiled.

"Yeah, fuck me if I know, anyway, I know it
sounds really lame, but this is for real. Can I
borrow a cup of sugar? I've tried everywhere else
on this floor and no one is in" The woman's smile
revealed lovely white teeth against her dark red
lips.

"Uh, yes, sure, come in - excuse me I was, doing
my toenails." Jane pointed to her toes.

"Hi, I'm Sophie." The woman said and Jane shook
her hand. "Jane," she said. She flushed again as
she felt the woman's warm hand in hers. She had a
lot of rings, and at least two on her ring
finger. She must be married then.

"You're married?" Jane asked hoping the answer
would be no.

"Too right babe. Been married for twenty, kids
for twenty, too."

"No! I mean you don't look." Jane stammered. She
felt her face must be the color of beetroot. She
was so excited and her stomach was fluttering and
churning so much she thought that Sophie must be
noticing her unease.

"What that old?" Sophie laughed a warm sexy
laugh. "I'm not telling you my age, sweetie, but
yes I am older than a young peach like you."

"Oh, um, OK, I'll get the sugar." Jane felt very
embarrassed.

"Thanks very much - much appreciated. Cool place
you've got here". Sophie sat down on the sofa, or
rather she draped herself languidly on it, one
leg decorously hanging over the arm. Jane stood
for a moment drinking in the site of the woman on
her sofa and then with a patter of bare feet on
the wooden floor, she went to her kitchen.

In the kitchen she stood trembling with
excitement. Jane was a girl of passion, even if
it was just below the surface, and her passion
was absolutely burning for Sophie. All that Jane
could think was that Sophie was so sexy. It kept
going around like a mantra in her head - "she so
sexy, she's so sexy."

She most certainly was. Sophie was dressed like a
rock star. She was much tanned, perhaps she was a
Latina, but either way she not only was
beautifully brown she had a flawless complexion
too. Her tight white T-shirt clung to her most
beautiful breasts. They were magnificent, not so
much in their size, although they were larger
than average, but in their firmness and their
lovely shape. She was wearing a sports bra of
some sort and the gray straps of the bra were
showing over her smooth tanned shoulders. Her jet
black shagcut hair had a few strands of white,
but also a stripe of green-dyed hair which Jane
thought just suited her fantastically. Jane was
also impressed how very beautiful
she was too. Not just pretty, but absolutely
gorgeous: an oval face with lively green eyes
complete with a striking application of mascara
made her positively intoxicating. Around her long
neck she had a number of necklaces, one was a
cross, another was an Egyptian unk and a set of
large beads completed the set. Her right wrist
had a mass of silver- or nickel-plated bracelets
which jingled every time she moved. Her fingers
had all kinds of rings on them. Her white cotton
T-shirt was fashionably short on her, revealing a
set of abs to die for, a belly button stud, and a
strong well-shaped lower back whenever she
stretched or bent over. This in itself was enough
to set any man drooling. It was certainly having
its effect on Jane,. But what was really making
her short of breath and excited beyond all
reasonable measure was her hip-hugging low-rise
leather pants.

Leather pants are not always sexy, it depends
both on who is wearing them and their style, but
Sophie's were breathtaking. They seemed to fit
her like a glove. They were not exactly skin
tight, in fact they were boot-cut, but they were
beautifully tight around her ass, hips and
thighs. Any and every time she moved, the leather
was pulled tight against her flesh and it showed
off her beautiful underlying assets to
perfection. Her ass was taut and round and it was
abundantly clear that she had positively
mouthwatering thighs- the leather was smooth and
shiny against their curves. The leather crotch
was clinging to her groin and the fly's zipper
seemed to act like a siren to Jane's imagination
- begging her to unzip it and reveal the glorious
pussy underneath. Jane could not help imagining
Sophie wanting it, wanting her, Jane's hands
caressing and probing.

"No, stop it for god's sake, stop." Jane could
not seem to get these visions out of her head.
Whispering to herself to stop fantasizing seemed
not to help.

Sophie's toes wore black nail polish, and sexy,
black, stiletto sandals completed her gothic
look. Some people cannot wear heels easily or
naturally, but Sophie looked the sort of girl who
never wore anything else. For her lithe and
curvaceous body and strong, toned legs her
stilettos were perfectly in harmony. She was the
sexiest punk or rock chick Jane had ever seen,
and somehow the thought that this woman was
clearly over 40 served only to excite her even
more. She didn't know quite why. Jane is never by
choice the dominant one and the fact that Sophie
was older, more sophisticated and experienced
perhaps provided a cue to her peculiar
attraction. Jane was already fantasizing about
what a sexy girl like Sophie may have got up to
in her life: what sexy adventures she must have
had! Jane imagined lesbian groupies and wife-
swapping parties, dancing naked on tables. Jane's
fevered imagination could clearly hear Sophie
ordering Jane to unzip her fly and then lick her.

"Jane, you OK in there?" Sophie's sultry voice
brought Jane out of her reverie.

"Yeah, I'm just coming."  She felt flushed and
decidedly over excited. She now wished she was
dressed in something that could impress Sophie
rather than being covered in her somewhat frumpy
robe. She adjusted it so that it was more likely
to "accidentally" fall open, give Sophie an
eyeful of her hard body, bur she could tell that,
short of actually flashing Sophie, it was not
going to do this. She touched Sophie of on her
bare shoulder and passed her the cup. Sophie
twisted on the sofa and her beautiful green eyes
looked at Jane, making her blush more and feel
even more uncomfortable. She noticed Sophie's
right leg was bent so that her right calf was
lying under her left thigh; her spiky heel was
brushing against Jane's robe as Jane lent over to
give her the cup. Jane wondered what sort of
underwear she was wearing and what it would feel
like to run her hands over those leather-clad
thighs.

"There you go." Jane straightened up smiling -
usually her smile worked its magic on most
people. It seemed to on Sophie too, who smiled
back. "You are so hot" is all Jane could think.

"Those are great pants, Sophie," it sort of fell
out in the heat of her over-wound imagination,
but Sophie noticed nothing wrong with the simple
statement. She replied that they were - she had
three pairs and then she mentioned where she got
them. Jane had never heard of the store and
afterwards she could never remember - she was too
flustered to think straight.

Jane ran her fingers over the leather of Sophie's
left thigh. It felt exactly as she knew it would
- soft yet with the warmth of the leather and
from the heat rising from the shapely underlying
flesh.

"Sophie, god they are very sexy - I bet you get a
lot of comments." Jane smiled as if she was
stating a simple fact, when in fact she was
hoping that this first touch would lead to her
having sex with her. Immediately Jane had thought
this, she knew her pussy was wet and ready. She
yearned for Sophie to respond so she could unzip
those pants and investigate what was underneath.

"Yeah, I get a few - you can imagine. But I love
`em. They're really comfy you know. My husband
likes me to wear nothing on underneath sometimes
- it turns him on."

Jane gasped, and she felt her pussy must be
dripping under her robe,

"Ohhh, wow, yeah I can imagine. That would turn
me on!" Jane said it enthusiastically and Sophie
gave her a slightly quizzical look. Jane had
meant that it would have turned her on to wear
those leather pants without panties, but she
realized it sounded as though Sophie being naked
under her leather was what would turn her on. Of
course, Jane meant this too, but she now felt
embarrassed yet again, mainly because Sophie just
smiled and walked over to the window holding the
cup. Jane walked over to join her. Jane ogled her
ass and she could see the edge of her panties as
she looked down the waist of the pants. They were
red. It was all getting to be too much.

"If Sophie turns round now, I'll kiss her," Jane
thought, "and I'll probably just come right there
and then, if she responds".

But Sophie moved to one side and walked towards
the door, her stilettos clicking. Jane rushed
after her and managed to place herself in front
of her, preventing her escape.

"Thanks for the sugar, Jane, it's been a
pleasure." She was smiling.

"No problem. I, I mean, hey would you like to go
out for a drink later? We could have a chat and,
you know, get to know each other a bit.unless you
are leaving or have other plans." Jane looked
hard at the sexy babe and she concentrated her
mind hard, trying telepathically to get her to
agree,

"Say yes, say yes.I want you, I want you." she
directed her thoughts at Sophie.

Sophie detected the intensity in Jane's gaze and
hesitated as she thought about it. Her husband
had left earlier and she was at a loose end. Jane
seems like a nice girl. It could be fun. She
seems nervous.

"Yeah, OK. What time? It'll just be me, I'm
afraid, hubby's deserted me."

"Oh no problem - of course, I would love to meet
him". She lied; she had zero interest in meeting
her husband on this occasion. "When do you go
home?'

Sophie replied that she was going home tomorrow
morning. Jane mentioned a bar she knew and a time
and told her how to get there. It was within
walking distance from her apartment. Sophie gave
her a smile and flashed Jane a sultry look.

Jane almost fainted in excitement as she watched
Sophie walk down the corridor, her ass and thighs
magnificent under the leather and her heels
snapping. Her ass rotated sexily. She got to the
stairs, waved and vanished from view.

Jane closed her door, flung her robe to the
floor, and began to masturbate. She was about to
come, when she thought the better of it and
stopped touching herself. She suddenly thought
she would save herself for consummation with
Sophie tonight - then the orgasms would be so
strong and intense. "Yes, that's a good idea,"
she thought, "I'll be desperate by then and our
lovemaking will be so much more exciting".

They had arranged to meet at 6:00 pm and it was
now 11:30. Jane was in a state of extreme
excitement, emotional and sexual. She decided
that she would invite Sophie back here and then,
if all went well; make love to her all night. The
thought of it made her ache.

She changed the sheets on her bed and washed her
duvet cover and cleaned her room. She did all
this naked, periodically touching and caressing
her pussy and clit which kept her on the edge of
orgasm. She put out some scented tea-lights and
rearranged the lighting in her apartment so that
it was more romantic. She smiled to herself as
she thought about her decision to seduce Sophie.
That girl will be gasping for her, by the time I
have finished. Now what to wear? There was the
rub.

Jane had to think hard. She initially thought of
the tight, gray mini-dress she wore to the cinema
(was it only at the end of last summer?) - the
one whose effect on those teenagers in the cinema
had been so unexpected. She knew she looked hot
in that. The only issue was that it was cooler
now and also, frankly, she thought it a bit too
slutty for Sophie. Sophie dressed sexily but that
fitted in with everything she seemed to be. Jane
wanted to give the impression of sexy
sophistication to make up for the more than 10
years that separated their two ages. She felt
strangely confident that showing a lot of leg and
letting Sophie see her physique would do all that
was required to get the girl to go to bed with
her. This had been very successful over the last
few months and she saw no reason why it would not
work this time. On the other hand, the bar
she had suggested was usually full of young
people. She didn't want to look like she was on
the hunt for a companion, so she must not be too
obvious. She always got a lot of attention, so
she wanted to damp that attention down, but show
herself off for Sophie, and only for her benefit.

She laid out her outfit on the bed, still feeling
insufferably aroused. A black sleeveless top,
which was nicely form hugging, but was not cut
low, so that her wonderful shoulders and boobs
would be easily appreciated, but she would not
look as if she was expecting attention. A simple
gray skirt finishing mid-thigh. Sophie can get
her hand up my skirt easily Jane thought with
pleasure. Plenty of nice leg, but not too much.
Tight around her ass. She could always hoist it
up when she sat down to show Sophie more if
required. The shoes. Jane loved shoes and it was
a difficult choice but in the end she picked 4"
heeled, square-toed, 1" faux-wood platform thong
sandals. The thong fitted like a flip-flop and a
single black leather strap went
around her slim ankle. Sophie would be able to
see her sexy feet and her bright red nail
polish.

Jane slipped the shoes on and stood up in her
nakedness looking at her body in the mirror.
Jane felt even more aroused - she always did
when naked and in heels - she liked the look of
herself - she was just as stunning as usual. Her
wetness was extraordinary. She stood on tiptoes
and her calves bunched up. It was no good, she
couldn't wait. She pressed the hard lump of her
clit and pressed it hard with her thumb. In no
time she came, crying out in pleasure as she
imagined that it was Sophie's ring-laden fingers
that had brought her to this state.

The relief was palpable. She looked at the time
as she lay on the bed enjoying the aftermath. It
was only 1:30. Sophie would be unable to resist
her and then they would both be lying here on
this bed. Jane could almost smell Sophie's body
heat as she pulled off those leathers and then
she would begin to screw her slowly until Sophie
was begging for release. She would have to
really beg thought Jane - no REALLY beg for it.
Jane rolled over and looked in her drawer by the
bed. Inside were her selection of vibrators and
dildoes. She wanted one of them inside her now,
but once again she resisted. The more I want it,
the more irresistible I will be tonight, she
thought.

One way to damp down arousal is via physical
exercise, so Jane decided to go to the gym. On
went her sweats and she ran down to her gym. As
it happened, it was past the bar where they were
to meet. Jane wondered how Sophie would react
when she made her first move - perhaps I'll go
for a boob first. No, I'll start on those
thighs, Jane thought. She had become totally
physically obsessed with Sophie. In the back of
her mind she felt she was being weird, but she
couldn't stop herself.

She worked out very hard. Treadmill, stationary
bicycle and then weights for her upper body.
Jane was in great shape, so although she became
tired she knew that her firm muscles could take
the punishment. By the time she had finished it
was 3:30 pm. She ran back to her apartment and
took a shower.

As she washed herself her stomach once again
began to sink and her heart rate went up. Jane
had never ever been this excited about a date,
not even when she first went out with
her high-school sweetheart 14 years ago.

Jane started. "Jonathan!" she said loudly. She
had forgotten him. She was due to see him
tonight. After she had washed herself and shaved
herself all over (second time today), she came
out and called him.

He really was very sweet, but as of now Jane had
almost completely lost interest in him. She
wanted to have sex with Sophie and nothing was
going to stop her. Jonathan could wait.

She made up something about an old friend
visiting (well she is older and a friend, Jane
thought). She could tell that Jonathan wondered
why that excluded him from the evening.

"But Jane, I was really looking forward to
seeing you tonight. I've bought something for
you."

"Oh that's nice," she said rather too briskly to
be sincere, "don't worry I'll see you soon,
she's such an old, dear friend. We have a lot of
catching up to do.you know." Yeah she's about 40
years old and I have to catch her tits in my
mouth, Jane smiled at her own crude thoughts.

"Well, I don't know Jane; it's not nice to turn
someone down because they have a better offer.
We made an agreement".

"Jesus, Sophie IS a much better offer", thought
Jane. Right now Jonathan seemed a clingy
adolescent.

"OK. Sorry, Jonathan, point taken. I'll see you
soon. Love you." She made a kiss into the phone
and put it down before he could say another
world. Jonathan was a nice guy - but really,
what a fuss!

It was now 5:15 so she started to dress.
"Panties or not tonight, Jane?" she said to
herself. "Why Jane, I think I will wear panties,
but I don't want Sophie to think I am not hers,
so I'm going to wear these." She held up a
minute pair of black stretch mesh panties and
slipped then on. In the mirror she could just
about see her slit through the mesh if the light
was right. "Perfect, Miss Jane," she said to
herself.

When she was dressed she checked herself out.
Jane looks stunning and she looked no less
stunning this evening, but she looked perfectly
normal. A very sexy girl, but not dressed in a
way that would invoke gasps or titters, or
goggle eyes. Sexy yet stylish. Perfect. She
dried her still long hair (over her shoulders
now) and brushed it carefully until it
beautifully framed her lovely face.

Jane pronounced herself happy with her
appearance and picked up her bag. At the last
minute she picked out a large chrome vibrator
from her collection in the drawer and put it in
her bag. Somehow, she thought, it might come in
useful.

Jane calmed down as she walked the 25 minutes or
so to the bar. She looked at her reflection in
the shop windows as she walked briskly. She
thought of all the women with who she had had
sex with over the last 6 months. Three teens,
Natasha, that sexy hotel manager, hard-bodied
Cathy, her friend Jenny, Donna and Lillian,
maybe even Julie (if she had she couldn't
remember). That was nine or ten. Jane found it
hard to believe. She saw her toned body in the
reflections, her bare arms swinging in the
evening sunshine and the wonderful contours of
her supple legs as she moved past the windows.
At this moment, she thought, no one could resist
me surely? Sophie would be her intentional
conquest. She realized that Sophie was married,
and perhaps that was what made her so excited.
Cathy had been married too. She had still fucked
her until she squirted - so much for her tacky
husband, she thought. No strings.

Suddenly, as she saw the bar in the distance,
her nervousness reasserted itself. She had never
come to meet someone she barely knew with the
intention of having sex with them. It had
happened with Cathy and all the others, but she
had not planned it. This was different; she had
planned it all down to the last tee in her mind.
Two drinks, whispering into Sophie's ear "I want
you, now", or some such. Her hand pulling down
the zipper of those hot pants. Maybe she would
have nothing on underneath this time, like she
had said earlier. Jane would feel her oozing
wetness. She'd put her finger inside Sophie and
she'd say something like. "Jane you are so hot,
fuck me now!" She would do it slowly and
carefully. They'd kiss, Sophie would be
experienced, passionate, and Jane would swoon
while Sophie would discover her sexy mesh
panties. Would she pull them off, or just push
them aside as her fingers would search out her
dripping sex?

It seemed dark in the bar. She was not a
regular, so no one knew her here. She had been
in a few times with Nicky and with some of her
other girlfriends. It was packed with laughing
people. Jane suddenly panicked. She would never
find Sophie in here.

How wrong she was. There, right in the center of
the bar, was the woman who had been tormenting
her thoughts since this morning. Jane's stomach
lurched as she saw she was still in those hot
leather pants. She was sitting on a bars stool,
her stiletto heels hooked over the cross-bar.
The leather was tight around her beautiful round
ass. She no longer had on the form fitting white
t-shirt, but was now wearing a kind of beige and
brown chiffon top. It was thin and her bra
straps could be clearly seen through it. She was
drinking and there were two men with her. They
were laughing.

Jane experienced a feeling of deep unease. She
knew what would happen. She may not have wanted
to attract attention, but Sophie, in her hot and
sexy rock outfit clearly didn't feel the same
way. She, no doubt, had attracted a lot of
attention and rather irritatingly she had taken
up the two men's offer of a drink. Jane would go
over and soon she would feel obliged to pair up
with one of the men, while Sophie took the
other. Then there would be a lot of pointless
chat and all the rest.

Jane wondered why she had suggested a bar -
shit; she should have suggested a drink in her
apartment. The whole idea of sharing sexy Sophie
with these clowns was not at all what she had
planned.

"Ah, here's my friend." Sophie chuckled as Jane
appeared. She tried to smile at the two men, but
found it difficult. The men couldn't believe
their luck. Sophie was very hot, but her friend
was equally stunning if not more so.

"Sophie, shall we go over to a table?" Jane
ignored the two
men. She knew what they were thinking. So did
Sophie and she liked it.

"Jane, this is Paul and Bob - I don't know who
the fuck they are, but we're having a drink."
She laughed again. It was a very warm sexy
laugh. Jane thought Bob and Paul's tongues were
about to drop on the floor as they drank in
Sophie and Jane.

"Yeah, hi you two." Jane, totally unlike her
usual self, gave them a frosty unwelcoming
smile. Paul waved his hand in welcome and Bob,
sensing the bad vibes, simply nodded his head.

"No, come on Jane, I'll buy you a drink." Sophie
looked ravishing. Jane wanted her more than
ever. Jane could see her round bra-covered
breasts through her top. She stood up behind
Sophie. I'll get her attention, Jane thought.
She looked down at the waist band of her leather
pants. She had a broad studded leather belt with
a large brass buckle. It was not tight around
her waist and Jane looked down the back of
Sophie's pants. This time Jane could not see the
red hem of her panties. Was that the start of
her ass crack? Jane suspected, and hoped, that
she had left them at home.

Sophie leaned onto the bar and she and the two
men laughed as Bob told an off-color joke.
Jane's hand slid down in between the leather and
the top of her ass. She felt the top of Sophie's
ass crack, but then she felt some lacy material.
Sophie jumped on her stool and Jane quickly
removed her hand. Sophie twisted her head and
gave Jane a surprised look.

"Sorry" Jane said. She did not know what else to
say. Sophie did have panties on, even if they
were small lacy things.

The drinks arrived and Jane got cloistered with
Paul. Sophie and Bob were having a great time.
Sophie was a little drunk and so was Bob. Jane
knew the signs, Bob was flirting with her and
maybe it was working. Jane felt annoyed.
Sophie's married for god's sake!

Paul struck up a conversation with Jane, but she
was very distracted as she was keeping a lustful
eye on Sophie. Paul was as sober as a judge.
"I'm driving," he explained.

Jane downed her drink really quickly and she
offered to buy another for them. Sophie and Bob
said they were OK, so she ordered one for
herself and Paul. Non-alcoholic for Paul, a
double for her.

"Now, come on Bob, stop hitting on me, check out
Jane - she is more available than me. At look at
her -she's much hotter too." Sophie's voice was
full of sexy come-on. Jane got a crumb of
comfort that she had at least recognized her
appeal.

She didn't hear what Bob replied because a
neighboring party struck up "Happy Birthday"
just then.

The drinks arrived and she passed one to Paul,
who thanked her. Jane perched on the stool. Her
lithe bare legs looked sensational and she
noticed with gratification that Paul couldn't
keep his eyes off them and Bob too kept looking
over at her, a half smile on his face. Sophie
smiled at her and she smiled her best smile
back. But she was not happy.

She could be here all night and this would be as
close as she would get to Sophie. If she didn't
seduce her at the bar, maybe she could invite
back for a drink and get to know her back home
before making her move. The uncertainty made her
even more nervous. She cursed herself for
suggesting a bar. A restaurant would have been
better. But Sophie was definitely a bar girl.
She might have said no.

Paul and she were chatting. Paul clearly liked
Jane (they all do), and after her initial
annoyance she decided she liked him too. She
thought momentarily of poor old Jonathan,
nursing his disappointment at home. She did feel
guilty. If I get to have a night of passion with
Sophie, it will all be worthwhile. I'll make it
up to him later.

Jane had forgotten that Jonathan had seen Jane
in hot lesbian action at Donna's party. He knew
what Jane was capable of and he might not be
quite as amenable as she thought.

After about 15 minutes, Paul stood up and said
unexpectedly, "OK guys, we have to go. It's been
great to meet you Jane". He lent over her and
gave her a peck on the cheek.

Jane felt irritated he didn't ask to see her
again, or ask for her number, or anything.
Pretty girls can be very selfcentered.

Sophie made a great play of regretting seeing
them go. Bob gave her a real kiss on the mouth,
and she responded to Bob's kiss with enthusiasm.
Paul kissed her on the cheek and she put her
arms around him and gave him a hug. Jane wanted
those arms around her. Still, now, at last, they
would be together.

"Come on Soph, let's go over there." She had
been keeping an eye on the table for some time
now. It was perfect, for although the place was
busy, this table was in a booth in the corner
and between it and the next table was a wooden
partition. On the other side was where cutlery
was kept. As this part of the room was narrow,
no one could really see the occupants unless
they walked down to the end wall, although from
the main bar you could just about tell that the
table was occupied.

Sophie slid her leather-covered ass into the
booth and Jane pushed in right after her, their
hips pushing together. Jane's hand rested on
Sophie's thigh and she gave it slight squeeze.
It felt as she had dreamt of it, hard and
sensual. Jane began to feel her excitement
building. Sophie scooted around so she was
opposite Jane. Jane had hoped they would stay
side by side, but she covered her
disappointment. The light was low, and there was
a candle as a centerpiece to the table.

"Well her we are," said Jane and Sophie got the
waitress's attention. The waitress was very
pretty, or maybe Jane was just so excited
anything was turning her on. The waitress looked
at the two women and felt rather inadequate. She
wondered if they were sisters - two different
sides of the coin in so many ways she thought.
Both were dark - one was sexy expensive and one
was sexy slutty. Both were really attractive,
both had bodies to die for, especially the
younger one with the sensational legs. She had
noticed her immediately she'd come in.

Her reverie was broken when the leather chick
ordered a beer. The brunette ordered a white
wine. The waitress noticed the brunette's eyes
glued on the leather chick. She wondered what it
was all about.

Sophie wondered too. She, of course, had almost
jumped out of her skin when Jane's hand had
briefly investigated her ass earlier and she had
put it down to some kind of accident, although
what kind of person puts their hand down someone
pants unless, well, no it couldn't be, not Jane,
surely? Sophie had not really realized that Jane
was quite as attractive until she appeared at
the bar, all legs and sexy heels, and Sophie had
admit she was one hell of a good-looking girl.
When she first met Jane this morning, she knew
she was attractive, but this morning had not
given Sophie an idea of her physique. Now it was
abundantly clear that her body was a stunning
piece of work. It occurred to her that Jane may
have designs on her, which struck her as absurd.
A woman like Jane could have any man she wanted,
why be interested in her?

Sophie was twelve years older than Jane and she
had had a lot of sexual experiences but, except
for a couple of high school experiences, they
had all been with men. She and her husband were
a bit free and easy, but they loved each other
and she was a good mother to her kids. She liked
and took to bed a good-looking young man if she
felt like it and as long as she could be very
discreet. God, she was never short of offers,
but to be the object of attention from a
stunning young woman like Jane was novel. It was
not unpleasant; in fact she took it as a bit of
a compliment. Maybe I'll see what she does.
Sophie was a born flirt so she stretched out her
long shapely legs and rested her feet on the
bench opposite her, next to Jane. She lay back
and wiggled her crotch as she stretched and got
comfortable.

The waitress arrived and gave them their drinks.

"Thanks, darling." Sophie said, and the girl
left them.

Jane tried not to be too distracted by Sophie's
feet lying almost touching her hip beside her.
But the proximity of those black nail polish-
painted toes in their sandals, Sophie kept
sliding her stilettos under the bench keeping
her toes on the top of the seat in an
unconscious, repetitive movement, made Jane want
to reach out and caress her feet and ankles.
Jane kept glancing down or leaning back so she
could see the slim ankles before the rest of
Sophie's legs vanished up inside the leather.

Sophie lounged so luxuriantly that absolutely
everything about her seemed to be so natural,
cool and downright sexy. Jane was now trembling
with excitement and longing, but she forced
herself to have a normal conversation with the
object of her desire. It was difficult, because
periodically Sophie would toss her hair back and
draw her long ring-laden fingers through her
hair, her green eyes like a seductive cat's.  To
Jane she seemed to not only be showing interest
in what she was saying, but also to Jane's
disordered mind perhaps encouraging Jane to make
her first move. Jane did her telepathic thing on
Sophie, but Sophie carried on smiling prettily
at Jane's stories and then laughing at herself
and her family as she recounted stories about
her life.

Sophie, Jane learnt, had been a model for five
years, from when she was 16 to 21 years old, and
she had met her husband six months before her
21st birthday. Jane asked what kind of model she
had been, and Sophie had said a bit of
everything. Jane asked, mischievously, whether
she had ever done underwear modeling.
"Oh yes, I did everything: swimwear, lingerie, I
even did a fetish catalog once - all latex and
leather straps - you know, kinky stuff."

Jane blushed. She could imagine what Sophie must
have looked like at 21 in a latex fetish outfit.
Jane shifted her legs in excitement. Her pussy
was now feeling wet and Jane was by now
convinced that Sophie was flirting with her.

"I bet you looked really hot in that stuff - not
that you aren't hot as you are now, of course",
Jane said eagerly.

"Well thank you Jane, that's sweet of you. But
I'd think you look great in latex yourself. I
should know, I'm the kind of girl who wears that
stuff. Tell me", Sophie dropped the next
question furtively, "Why did you feel my ass
earlier?" Jane's heart jumped in excitement and
she took this question to be a the request for
her to take the next step.

Jane put her hand on Sophie's ankle and gently
ran her fingers over her foot. She then lifted
it and put it in her lap. She started to undo
the strap on her stiletto, but then changed her
mind and caressed her ankle, her fingers running
under the leather, feeling the firm, smooth calf
under the pant leg. Sophie sighed slightly, but
the noise in the bar meant that Jane didn't hear
it. Sophie's foot moved and she stretched her
sexy leather covered limb. Her toes and shoe
pushed under Jane's short skirt, and Jane felt
her toes pushing up her thighs.

Jane moaned when Sophie's toe and the tip of her
shoe pushed up against her panty-covered sex.
Sophie wiggled her foot and gently probed Jane's
private area. Jane was now visibly trembling.
Sophie gently rocked her foot back and forward
balancing it on her heel, the heel was pivoting
on the seat but also on Jane's inner thigh.

"Jane, Jane you've been hitting on me all night
haven't you? Why the hell would a girl like you
waste time on someone like me?" Over the hubbub
of the bar Jane could only just pick out
Sophie's low-pitched voice. Jane hardly knew
what to do; she pushed herself up against the
probing toes, enjoying them pressing and
stimulating her.

"Sophie, for god's sake, don't be silly. You're
totally lovely, you're just turning me on." At
that Jane gave a sexy exhalation as Sophie's toe
hooked under her panty and the toenail grazed
the top of her slit, pressing her erect
clitoris.

Sophie couldn't feel much, although when Jane
gave her slight gasp, she wondered if what she
had just felt with her big toe was Jane's wet
pussy. Sophie smiled at Jane, but was genuinely
rather astonished at the apparent state of
excitement Jane seemed to feeling. Of course,
she was investigating Jane's pussy with her
foot, but Sophie was doing this more almost as a
scientific experiment than out of a genuine
desire to have sex with Jane.

If there was one thing Sophie did know it was
that she was not a lesbian. Sophie was
experienced sexually having had a lot of
partners, but also quite conventional. To her,
sex was between a man and woman, and although
she had indeed had a few lesbian experiences
when she had first started out as a model, she
had always felt rather awkward about them and
the sex had not been something she had really
wanted to repeat. Sophie's husband kept her
largely sexually satisfied, although their
marriage was not above her having the odd extra-
marital sex occasionally. Sophie knew how
attractive she was and she was very comfortable
with her sexiness - in this sense she was not
really like Jane at all. She got no particular
kick out of being risqu‚ and her "leather/lace,
Goth" look was just her, not really to do with
being hot or sexy. The point, of course, is that
Sophie is just completely and unaffectedly
striking - this is precisely why people find her
so attractive and men, in particular, find
difficult to resist her. She really is one of
the guys: her looks and sexuality both very
obvious, but also completely unaffected.
How different to beautiful Jane, now seemingly
all worried about whether she was straight or
gay, with her intense, but hidden, vanity; her
desire to be seduced and dominated. Jane's
rejection by her ex-boyfriend had hit her very
hard and emotionally she was vulnerable to
anyone who treated nicely or wanted her, even if
this desire might be short lived. Of course,
this lack of certainty and yet her adventurous
sexuality, which a discerning person could
detect the hint of, was enormously attractive.
It made her intriguing. Jane's amazing looks and
body were a breathtaking additional attraction.
Certainly, most people would never have thought
that she might lack a core of steel, or would
harbor such wonderfully submissive and
experimental tendencies.

Sophie now knew that Jane had more than just
friendship in mind once her fingers made contact
with her ass. If she had suspected before she it
had not really dawned on her until then. Sophie
was flattered in a strange way but almost did
not give it a moment's thought. She had had
other dykes want her and she had handled it -
mind you, none of them had looked like Jane.
When she saw Jane trembling her initial reaction
was incredulity. Sophie knew she was attractive,
but she was now approaching 45 - hardly an age
when she expected to be approached by beautiful
lipstick lesbos over ten years her younger.

Jane's gentle caresses of her foot made her
decide to go some of the way with Jane. She was
not going to go too far, but maybe she would get
some pleasure out of pleasuring Jane. It
certainly would be something she could use to
get her husband excited - why is it that men so
like the idea of lesbians, she wondered for
about the millionth time. Once she had started
exploring Jane's sex with her foot she felt a
little sorry for Jane as she could see how much
she wanted it. "I'll be a good Samaritan", she
thought as she removed her foot from Jane's
groin and pretended to drop her bag under the
table.

Jane was concentrating on Sophie's foot doing
its magic on her, and by the time the foot was
removed she was well on her way to orgasm. She
saw Sophie's black and green hair sink below the
table, after she said something about her bag.
When she felt Sophie's hands on her calves she
almost died.

Sophie was on her knees and in front of her were
Jane's legs, still open. They were smooth and
shapely and she put out her right hand and ran
her fingers gently over Jane's calf. Sophie had
to admit that Jane did have great legs. There
was not a lot of room under the table, but
mischievously Sophie put her hands on both
calves and then slide them up, gently caressing
the smooth flesh. Jane's skirt was tight against
her thighs, but there was plenty of room to get
her hands up those luscious smooth limbs.

"Sophie, oh god.." Jane was now really getting
out of control. She was trembling and panting.
Jane was in heaven, the object of her affection
was going to - oh god, I hope she eats me, she
thought. It was not so much that she wanted
that, although she was desperate for it, but she
knew that if she did she would get a chance to
do the same to Sophie, surely, in a lesbian quid
pro quo. This thought filled her with utterly
debauched thoughts.

Sophie chuckled as her hands reached the elastic
waist of Jane's black sexy panties. Given that
the bar was so dim, she could see surprisingly
well, as light was escaping from underneath the
kitchen door just down the room. She could see
the shiny hardness of Jane's well-toned thighs
and, stretched tight over her sex, her black
mesh panties. Sophie had on a similar pair
herself, and she could see that her toe had
pulled the material to one side and one labium
was exposed. She ran her red painted fingernail
down the swollen tissue and Jane opened her legs
wider. Sophie reached up and tried to pull the
panties down, but it was surprisingly difficult
and Jane's skirt was tight around her hips.
Jane, solved this by rucking up her skirt and
then lifting herself off the bench. Sophie
pulled as well as she could and the tiny panties
came free and she slowly pulled the thin mesh
material down Jane's hard thighs. Jane's hands
appeared and she ran her fingers through
Sophie's thick black hair, and then as Jane bent
down, her face touching the table, she managed
to get her hands on Sophie's neck, shoulders and
arms. She was beautifully warm to the touch and
the feeling of her and the anticipation of the
sex she was about to have made Jane lift her
legs and help Sophie pull her panties down over
her calves.

"I'll get `em", said Sophie and she carefully
lifted first one ankle and then the other until
she was holding the black material in her hand.
She threw the soaking panties under Jane's seat
and then looked at the girl's sex in the light.

"Oh god, Sophie, you can have me. Please. You
can do what ever you want to me, please, I want
you."

Jane bent down and she could make out the top of
Sophie's head, her hands still around Jane's
ankles. Jane was groping any part of Sophie she
could reach.

"Jane, you are really wet down here."

Sophie was not lying. She could see the two sexy
prominent ridges of Jane's swollen labia
glistening with sexual juices and she could also
see that, now her panties were off, the bench
under her slit was wet with her excitement.
Sophie pursed her sensual lips and blew gently
on Jane's sex.

Jane trembled with anticipation as she felt
Sophie blowing on her pussy. "Soph, oh god
please don't tease me."

Sophie suddenly saw in the distance sneakers
moving towards their table. The waitress was
returning. She struggled out from under the
table just in time as the waitress appeared and
asked them if they were OK.

Sophie couldn't help smiling at Jane. In the dim
light Sophie could see that Jane was still
trembling in excitement. Sophie felt a little
bad. Jane was expecting consummation and she was
not getting it.

"Yeah, I'll have another beer - what about you
Jane?" Jane collected her thoughts and was
surprised Sophie had ordered another drink.

"Sophie do you really want another - I thought
we could go, you know, say go back to my place?"

"I'll have another beer and she'll have a wine.
Thanks darling." The waitress nodded at Sophie
and went off to get the drinks. Sophie slipped
off her stiletto and her manicured toe once
again slid up under Jane's skirt feeling its way
up her hard thigh until it found Jane's vulva
and Sophie carefully and slowly pushed her toe
in past those glistening labia and inside the
beautiful woman sitting opposite her. Her whole
big toe pushed inside Jane's warm and wet
vagina. Sophie wiggled and probed and Jane
moaned and cried out "oh yes, Sophie, fuck me,
fuck me." Sophie moved over closer and now her
leather covered knee appeared above table. Jane
was moving her cute ass and thrusting against
Sophie's foot as she worked herself into a
frenzy of excitement.

Once again Sophie saw the waitress coming and
removed her foot from between Jane' legs just
before the waitress gave them the two drinks. It
was just as well as Jane was about to come, and
if she had she could not have kept herself
quiet. Almost twelve hours of pent-up desire
were about to explode in her, and she just had
to have Sophie. As soon as the waitress had
gone, Jane gave up any pretence of having a
normal conversation with her and she scooted
along the bench and, flinging her leg over
Sophie's, she grabbed her by the shoulders,
pulled her close, put her arms around her, and
kissed her on those tantalizing red lips. At the
same time she slid over Sophie's leather-clad
limbs until she was sitting astride her right
thigh, kneeling on the bench on one side and her
other foot on the floor in between Sophie's
legs. Sophie was taken aback as Jane's tongue
pushed into her mouth and she felt Jane's warm
weight on her thigh and then the beautiful girl
started thrusting her hips, rubbing her wet,
dripping pussy on Sophie's leather-clad thigh.

Sophie had not intended this to happen, she had
wanted to get Jane excited, but this was not her
thing at all.

"Jane, no, stop, please," she kissed Jane but it
didn't stop her. Jane's beautiful face was only
an inch from her face as she kept on kissing
her, her tongue trying to explore her mouth and
lips. Sophie's hand was on Jane's bare thigh and
she could feel the firmness of her breasts as
they pushed against her. Jane's hand was
unzipping her pants.

Jane was driving herself close to a climax by
sliding her pussy up and down Sophie's leather
thigh. The leather felt wonderfully erotic
against her naked sex and she could feel her
wetness coating the leather which only served to
excite her more. Sophie smelt of patchouli oil
and her mouth, when she kissed her, was beery,
but wonderful. Sophie's lithe body was as hard
and as perfect to the touch as she knew it would
be. The scent of her hair and way she was
twisting under her was everything Jane had
wanted. Suddenly Jane realized the Sophie was
not really returning her kisses, and although
her hand was gripping her thigh quite hard, she
was not touching or caressing her. Jane was
expecting her to touch her up: to squeeze her
tits under her tight top, or her naked ass or to
continue driving her wild via her pussy. She
heard Sophie ask her to stop, but assumed she
was playing hard to get, like she, herself, did
sometimes. She unzipped that tantalizing leather
fly and pushed her hand inside. Her fingers felt
Sophie's panties and then soft pubic hair and
then, unmistakably, wetness. Sophie may be
protesting, but she was wanting it.


Sophie wriggling her perfect hips, tried to
throw Jane off her and she repeated, "No Jane,
stop, I'm not like that. Stop for god's sake. I
was just having a bit of fun".

Jane was still sitting on her thigh, her pussy
weeping its juices over the leather. Sophie
could see the wetness shining on the surface.
She still had her hand on Jane's toned thigh,
although now the skirt had fallen down covering
it. Jane's leg muscles were tensed and her whole
body was like a thoroughbred athlete on the
starting blocks before a race. Lovely, tense,
expectant. Sophie's hand was now lying over
Jane's whose fingers were inside the tight
leather, feeling her sex under her black
panties. Jane's fingers were now just above her
clit and Sophie knew she was wet. Sophie was
trying to stop Jane's hand from sliding further
down. Sophie had enjoyed getting Jane excited,
but now she had, she did not want to go the
whole way. She had not had sex with a woman for
20 years and she was not going to start now,
even though Jane was utterly ravishing.

Jane was so aroused that although she once again
heard Sophie's request, she ignored it. Her
fingers on Sophie's pussy told her that her
wetness equaled excitement. So Jane carried on
pushing her hand down Sophie's pants, while she
pushed herself up against Sophie's body, trying
to stop her from writhing. Her other hand
scrabbled into her bag and while she licked
Sophie's long elegant neck with her tongue and
felt the hard lump of the woman's clit with her
index finger, her hand closed around the silver
vibrator.

Sophie was now lying back as Jane pushed herself
up against her. She could feel Jane's hard body
up against hers and their breasts made contact -
squeezing both of them as Jane thrust her hips
into hers. Sophie lifted her other leg and tried
to free herself by pushing her knee up against
Jane's shoulder. To Jane this meant that Sophie
was starting get into it, and she ran her hand
over Sophie's sexy, leather-clad thigh.

"God, Soph you have a hot body" she said, her
voice a sexy whisper, her breath caressing
Sophie's neck and face as she kept kissing the
older woman.

Jane could now smell Sophie's wetness, filling
her leather pants with a sexy dampness that
mixed with her other smells of shampoo and
patchouli oil.

"I'm going to get you squirting you sexy girl,"
Jane was now pushing hard and Sophie was
starting to fight her in earnest. "Fuck, Jane,
get off will you," Sophie's stilettoed foot was
now waving in the air trying to find traction on
Jane, but couldn't.

"Now, get this - this'll get you spraying
everywhere," Sophie heard the slight buzzing as
Jane turned on the vibrator and then she
suddenly felt it slide along her slit and she
cried out

"Oh god, Jane, no, please, no. Ohhh". Sophie was
bucking and jumping as the vibrator stimulated
her and Jane now stood over Sophie, her bare
shapely legs on either side of Sophie's thighs.
Sophie was gyrating her hips trying to escape
Jane's sex toy, but Jane was using both her
hands to keep the vibrator whirring and buzzing
inside Sophie's pants.

Sophie felt powerless. At first when Jane
started kissing her, she had been surprised and
decided the whole thing was rather erotic.
Sophie did find Jane very attractive, and she
could feel her pussy begin to tingle, like it
did when her man started to go to work on her.
But when Jane slid her hand down under her belt
and unzipped her fly, she thought it was going
to far, and then Jane's fingers made contact
with her sex. She knew that Jane would have felt
her wetness making her arousal obvious; this
annoyed her. She suddenly began to feel she was
being in some way violated. It seemed
presumptuous of this beautiful girl who she had
only known for a bare hour or two trying to fuck
her in a public bar. She struggled, but Jane did
not let up. Soon it was turning into a trial of
strength as Sophie tried to pull Jane's hand out
of her crotch and Jane seemed equally determined
to keep it there.

This really began to annoy Sophie and she told
Jane so, but Jane just ignored her. Sophie did
not realize at the time, although it dawned on
her later, what she just couldn't take was her
loosing control. Sophie was used to being in
charge when it came to sex, she initiated it and
also decided when enough was enough. If she had
really thought about it, she would have realized
that she had actually really started all this
with Jane, when she pushed her toe into Jane's
slit.

Jane said something about making her squirt and
then she suddenly felt the vibrator, appearing
as if from nowhere, right on her pussy. Jane had
managed to get it, quite by chance, positioned
over her slit exactly right so as to stimulate
Sophie's pussy to the maximum extent. The
vibrator had been slid exactly in between her
swollen labia and the rest of it was pressing
down hard, right on top of her swollen, and by
now wet and erect, clitoris. Jane was pressing
the vibrator lengthwise into her slit: so
forcefully that the vibrating action was
actually being impaired by the pressure. It was
not entering her, but by lying lengthways down
her vulva it was creating a perfect storm of
pleasure for Sophie.

"Oh god, Jane, no, please, no. Ohhh". She said,
but she knew then it was hopeless and that very
soon she would be climaxing. Jane's sexiness to
her was now neither here nor there. The buzzing
machine was remorselessly stimulating her sex,
and however much she was fighting it, it never
gave up, always shooting arousing shock waves
through her stiff clit. Her reddening labia were
oozing wetness and she could feel her panties
wet against her.

"Oh my god, stop it, oh god, ooh. I'm going to
cum."  Jane stood astride her and she could feel
Sophie trembling as she writhed and moaned,
seemingly trying to get away from the tormenting
battery-powered instrument.

Jane lent down and kissed Sophie on the mouth
again as she struggled against the ever-present
stimulation from the little after thought that
Jane had put in her bag. Jane's hand pushing the
vibrator tight against her sex were now quite
wet with Sophie's juices. Jane felt so
triumphant and so incredibly aroused she
expected to climax spontaneously herself.

Both the girls were a little anxious that other
people would see them or hear them. But for
Sophie there was nothing she could do.
Resistance was futile and she began to come. The
little cylinder pulled it out of her in a raging
wave of pleasure, and even as it was washing
through her whole body, still it vibrated,
making her wetter still, and driving her even
wilder as she came and came in a massive orgasm.
Jane pushed her lovely body against Sophie's
trembling, toned, hard body. Sophie pushed up
with her hips as she came; her breasts hard and
erect through the chiffon of her top and her
thighs muscles clenching-pulling the leather
tight against her skin and showing off her
wonderful curves.

Sophie relaxed as her climax faded away and Jane
extracted the vibrator from her sex. Fluid
dripped off the end of it as she removed it.
Sophie was still trembling, her face shiny with
perspiration. Jane took the vibrator, and
switching it off, slid it into her mouth as she
had seen it done in porn movies. She was taken
aback at how sexy Sophie's vagina tasted - a mix
of musty wetness with just a hint of urine.

Sophie groaned and zipped her fly. "Jane, I told
you I didn't want it, you fucking raped me."

Jane suddenly felt dread, the use of the R-word
scared her. "But Sophie, I didn't realize, I
mean I thought you wanted it, I'm sorry, you
started it all."

"No I didn't. You did when you felt up my ass -
Jesus I'm not into women - I just was playing
with you for a bit of amusement, I didn't want
to screw you for god's sake.

You went ahead and fucked me, even though I told
you to stop. Jesus, you may be gorgeous, but it
doesn't give you a excuse to do what you did."

Sophie looked stunning in her anger. She stood
up, her hips wide and strong in the dim light.
Jane slipped her hands around her waist and put
her palms on Sophie's tight ass.

"Sophie, I'm so sorry - you looked like you
enjoyed it. Why don't you come back with me and
we can have a drink in my apartment?"

Sophie lifted Jane's hands off her ass and then,
out of blue, slapped Jane, hard, on the face.

"Christ Jane what don't you understand? Leave me
fucking alone. I'm not a dyke and I only wished
I had not agreed to come out with you tonight."
She collected her small bag and putting her foot
into the shoe she had removed earlier, she
turned on her heel and left the table.

"You alright?" It was the waitress. Jane's face
was smarting and the shock of the slap had
brought tears to her eyes.

"Yes, I'm OK, thanks. Sorry about that."

"What was all that about?" The waitress looked
genuinely concerned. She must have heard the
slap - it seemed very loud even above the music
and hubbub of the bar..

"O nothing really, we just had an argument."
Jane was nearly in tears and she felt humiliated
and embarrassed. She gave the girl enough money
to pay for all their drinks and then some and
collecting her bag. She managed to find her wet
panties under the bench and put them in her bag.
She tried to prevent the waitress from seeing
them.

The girl held Jane's arm as she led her out of
the bar. Jane noticed people looking at her. She
must have a red face she thought, quite apart
from the tears that she was trying to prevent
from running down her face.

"You sure you're OK? Lovers' tiff or something?
She was some hell of a biker chick is all I can
say". She paused as she saw that Jane seemed
about to cry. She wanted to say something to
cheer her up.

"You know, I guess everyone says it to you, but
you're very beautiful."

"Yeah, I'm OK, thanks for asking. No we're not
that way. I guess I pissed her off somehow.
Thanks for the compliment." Jane managed to
smile at the young girl. How nice she was. The
waitress waved her hand in farewell and returned
to the bar.

Outside, the cool revived her and she felt the
air swirling around her naked sex and legs. She
shivered, and dried her tears using her panties.
How things had changed in the space of 10
minutes - from potential lover to persona non
grata. She felt awful. Maybe she was that, but
how was she to know? She had been "fighting"
Sophie, but she thought it was all part of the
foreplay - and what about Sophie, who had been
penetrating her with her big toe - she had
certainly not imagined that - and she had even
removed Jane's panties and almost got her to
climax by just teasing her. And then there was
all that sexy, dirty talk to her. Didn't Sophie
point out how her wet her pussy was? The thought
then occurred to Jane that maybe Sophie had just
been observing the fact of her arousal, rather
than saying, "You're turned on and I like it"
which is how Jane had understood it.

No. Sophie would not have done that to her
unless she had had some sexual interest in her.

Jane walked back to her apartment, feeling
dejected and rejected. She did not look at
herself in the glass of the shop windows or
doors on the way back, she walked back slowly.
She felt cold and she could feel her nipples
erect and hard in the chill and whereas often
this might make her feel attractive and sexy,
she hardly noticed it now.

She was back in her apartment surprisingly soon.
She closed the door, kicked off her heels and
lay on the bed. She still felt embarrassed and
humiliated. Maybe Sophie was feeling the same
way, just down in that other apartment?

She called Jonathan, but there was no reply. She
left a message on his cell. "Jon, I'm sorry
about tonight - if you are around later do give
me call, I'd love to hear from you." She almost
added she was lonely and needed to talk, but she
couldn't bring herself to do so - she thought
Jonathan would regard it is as even more
annoying to be "on" again after gratuitously
being "off" earlier. It was only 10:00 pm.

She watched TV for about half and hour and then,
feeling a great deal of trepidation, she called
Donna.

"Hi this is Donna and Lillian. We're out right
now, but please leave a message."

Half of her really wanted to leave a message -
"Donna, I'm feeling lonely and want to be made
to feel good again, can you help?", but she got
cold feet. The great thing about Sophie was that
she would have been a one night event with no
commitment, although the way she felt right now
made her wonder, if she had succeeded in her
plan, whether she could actually have stood only
one night with her.

With Donna though it would be likely to be
always "on", and then there would be Lillian who
she knew would always be trying to get in her
panties - she liked the idea in principle, but
it all seemed so complicated with Donna and
Lillian's relationship. Once again for the
millionth time, she wondered why she wanted
Sophie so much. Donna and Lillian were both as
hot as she was. Perhaps there is no satisfactory
explanation for the particular, deep attraction
she seemed to have for Sophie.

Jane went to bed early and slept poorly, still
feeling very sorry for herself, especially when
she saw the scented candles and felt the fresh
white sheet and duvet on her nakedness. She
should have been having a night of passion with
that hot vixen, not trying to sleep all on her
own. It just was not fair.

When she got up the next morning, she felt teary
and emotional. Rejection is so hard to take.

On the door mat she saw a note on a letter-sized
piece of paper. It was difficult to read. Before
reading it she just knew it was from Sophie. Her
stomach went into her mouth and she was
trembling as she held it. She took it to her
bedroom and she lay on the bed her knees up and
her back against the wall.

The note said

"Jane,


Sorry about last night. I was too strong, you're
not a rapist. You are a sexy girl, but I'm not
into girls -  sorry if I made you think I was.

If it makes it any better I have not gone so far
with a women since I was 20 years old, so you
gotta be special.

Both our nights out were screwed up. Sorry again
- I forgive you and I hope you forgive me

XX
Sophie"

Jane was trembling so hard she could hardly hold
the letter. So that was it - there really never
would be a chance of her removing those skin-
tight leather pants or licking Sophie's sexy
pussy- tasting of patchouli oil and musk. She
knew now that it would never happen, but she did
feel a little better. She would always have the
memory of Sophie and what they did do together.
She realized that for many that would have been
plenty.