Sophia

It's Saturday and I decide that tonight is the night that I see what it's like to make love to a woman. It's a fantasy I've had for a while. Well, it's really more of a burning desire that I want to satisfy. I love men but I want to know if what they say is true. Can a woman satisfy another woman better than a man? Are women softer, more seductive, and more sensual?

Nervous, I spend hours picking out my clothes. Jeans and a blouse, I decide too casual. Maybe a dress or skirt and jacket, I try on all kinds of combinations. I hate everything. It's either too dressy, too casual, to frumpy, or too something else. Looking for a style that says sexy, but not too sexy, but not too conservative either. I'm neither a hooker nor a nun.

I finally settle on a green silk sleeveless shirt and a black leather skirt. Not having a lot in the way of cleavage, the neckline isn't too revealing and the skirt rests a few inches above my knees. However, the outfit does fit my slender figure. Add some black peep toe heels and the outfit is complete. Under it all is a matching green lace bra and panty set. People always tell me they love my brown hair and green eyes. So I figure that keeping the outfit green, I should look good dressed or undressed. I lay everything out on the bed.

I've never had a romantic experience with a woman. A lot of people experiment sexually in high school or college, but not me, at least not with a woman. Just the other day, David, the guy who does my nails said, "That a soft pair of lips is a soft pair of lips," as he was doing my French tips. Now that I think about it, I guess it kind of makes since.

I step into my hot shower to wash and condition my hair, loofa, and shave under my arms and between my legs. Thinking that, if I'm lucky, in a few hours, someone will be touching, rubbing, and kissing me in ways and in places I've never been touched, rubbed, or kissed by a woman. This gets me fantasizing and I imagine a scene from my favorite girl on girl porn. My hand slides down and I begin rubbing my now swollen clit. It feels so good but I'm eager to feel the release of the sexual build up in my body. Reaching down, I flip the switch so that the water will come out of the spout to fill up the tub instead of the shower. I sit down and walk my legs up the wall and position myself under the fast flowing water which stimulates my clit. Grabbing my water proof g spot vibrator, I turn it on and slide it into me. The hooked tip does its magic. It doesn't take long until my legs shake and my body quivers. Not the best orgasm, but satisfies me none the less.

Getting out, I wrap my hair in a towel and stand in front of the mirror naked. I like what I see but I begin to wonder if another woman would find me attractive. It makes me wonder about certain parts of my body. Are my breasts perky enough? Does my butt look too big? My boyfriends never complained. I wrap a towel around my body and comb out my hair before drying it.

A while later, my hair is styled, make-up done, and I am looking hot if I do say so myself. I unwrap myself from the body towel and take a last look at myself in the mirror. Walking over to the bed, I put on my thong and bra set and then my shirt and skirt. Stepping into my heels, I take one last look in my full length mirror, I think I'm looking pretty hot and I feel sexy.

On my way out the door, I give the apartment the once over and it looks good. Grabbing my purse, I take my keys out and put my cell phone in and head out. It's a nice evening, not too cool and not too warm, perfect weather, really. I almost want to walk since the bar is pretty close but I know that with these heels, it's better to drive. I ease into my shiny, black, SS Camaro. She is my baby and nothing is sexier than driving a stick in stilettos. I take joy in hearing her purr and a few minutes later, I'm there.

I park across the street and look at the outside. It's a somewhat older place but not in a sleazy area of town. Admittedly, there are a lot of more modern and nicer looking places. This one got some good reviews online, for what that's worth. A few women are hanging around talking. They don't look much like my type. It hits me that I'm not sure what my type of woman is but I guess I'll know when I see her. Feeling my heart beat a little faster surprises me because I really haven't been that nervous so far. At least not like this.

Taking a deep breath, I get out of the car, lock my door, walk across the street, and into the bar. As I get near the door, I can hear loud music playing. Pausing for a moment, I make my game plan. I'm going to go in and find a seat and pretend that I do this all the time. Exude confidence I tell myself. Grabbing the handle to the front door, I pull it open and walk in. Not too many people seem to pay attention, but I see an empty spot at the bar and make a bee line for that seat.

As I sit down, the bartender, an older woman in a white collared shirt and tie greets me. Ordering a glass of Moscato, I take a casual look around, trying to make it seem as if I'm looking for a friend or someone I'm supposed to meet here. There are people dancing and I'm surprised at the number of men I see. I didn't think men went to lesbian bars, but they seem to be having a great time with the people that they are sitting with. The bartender brings my wine and I pay her with a tip. Taking a sip, I continue to survey the room.
There are some woman I think are attractive, however, they are dancing rather close with other women. Some are even kissing. It seems like everyone is here with someone. Everyone but me.

Two empty glasses of moscato later and I'm still sitting by myself. Maybe the lesbian goddesses weren't smiling down on me tonight, so I decide to head home. Throwing a few dollars to the bartender for a tip, I grab my purse and head toward the front door. Just as I am about to get to the door, a woman with long blonde hair wearing black heels, black pin stripe pants, and a thin black sweater over a white collared shirt, steps out of the crowd, apparently heading for the door as well. We both stop. Her business look is off set with her large chest. The top buttons undone, her cleavage is obvious. I can't help but look. I feel myself blush and force myself to look into her eyes. She's beautiful and has a great smile.

"Calling it a night as well," she asks.

"Yeah, not really ready to go home yet, but nothing's really happening in here." Reaching for the door, I open it and motion for her to go before me. She does with a smile and a thank you.

She turns to me as I follow her through the door and says, "It's early, what do you say we grab a cup of coffee?"