Task 6.2 – The Lady’s Room

I felt like a piece of pray she just killed and tasted, if I wasn’t sitting in the stool still, I would have been on the floor because I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. At that moment I was trying to piece together what she said because all I could hear was my heart beating loudly in my ears with the music playing a few feet away. I just decided to look up at her and nod my head and hope whatever she was said was a good thing.

She walked away and I couldn’t believe that I let some random stranger, let alone another girl do what she had just done. Part of me worried that I was really turning into the person that I fantasized about, fucking strangers, letting them use me and putting me into situations that caused me to shudder and get wet all over again, well in this case, wetter.

When she came back, she shocked me holding a glass of water, “not more pussy juice,” I looked at her with a sly smile, or at least that’s how I pictured myself.

“Maybe later, fresh if you’d really like some more,” now her smile was definitely sly and it made me blush at the thought of what she met and being a first for me, “how about this first, I don’t want you passing out just yet on me.”

“Um, ok, thanks,” at this point I really wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen next, I mean the girl just finger fucked me in a crowded bar and now just wanted to…hang out? Didn’t that usually start the other way around, I mean I haven’t been on many…any dates, but this seemed like a weird order of events.

“So, Maggie, what brought you out to a les bar?”

“Um, well, that’s a long story, a long few stories actually,” I giggled to myself thinking of all that I’ve written to this point, six, no, seven books of dirty sexual fantasies that went against everything I was taught as a child.

“Well, we’ve got plenty of time, although, how about a place a bit more private.”

“Sure, if my legs work,” I smiled at her.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Thankfully I had some feeling back in my legs and wore some comfortable shoes, if I had worn heels, I probably would have fallen face first into the floor. Kim led me over to a booth on the other side of the bar and we took a seat. With the wood walls so high, it was a little easier to hear her and it was a little more secluded than the stool I was sitting on earlier. I blushed at the thought not realizing how open and exposed I had just been, with her fingers inside of me and her lips pressed again mine, it just felt like the rest of the world just ceased to exist.

“So, a long few stories?” her grin was like a Cheshire cat, her hand found its way to my thigh once again like metal to a magnet.

“Actually, I’m a bit of a writer,” I wasn’t sure why I told her that, it wasn’t something I admitted really to anyone, not to anyone that had met me in person that is, I was still too afraid to have all my personal feelings and desires so open to anyone who actually knew who I was or could put a face to my work.

“Really, what kind of stuff do you write?”

If this was an interrogation, I was the worse spy in the world, I just wanted to tell her everything and for some reason, the more I said, the more turned on I got. It was the first time I was truly exposing not just my body to someone, but my mind, “not stuff I’d like to talk about at work,” I mean I was going to be blatant about it.

“Oh, so you’re here just for some,” her hand traveled back to my inner thigh, her fingers strumming my soft skin like a guitar causing me to bite my lip, “inspiration.”

“Something like that, ouch!” her tickles turned into a pinch which caught me off guard and really hurt.

“Come on, tell me the truth, I think some part of you really enjoys it.”

She didn’t know how right she was; I’d like to say her fingers were what was hypnotizing me, but it was her blue eyes. Every time I would look into them, I would involuntarily bite my lip and run my fingers through my hair, it had gotten a bit longer but not long enough that I needed to brush it away from my face.

I looked away, embarrassed to look her in the eye as I admitted to it, “I do actually…”

“Do what?”

“Enjoy telling the truth, it’s kind of why I started writing in the first place.”

“Really? About what?” Her palm was resting firmly on my inner thigh now, her finger under my leg, her thumb over the top, almost gripping my leg.

“My fantasies, my, um, sexual fantasies,” was I really going to do this, was I really going to come clean to some stranger I just met less than an hour ago?!?!

I could feel myself getting turned on more than ever before, my body shuddered and shook as I felt myself becoming exposed and vulnerable. I also feared that any word she didn’t like would make her think I was just a freak and she would walk off thinking so. I just met her and I was already afraid of her rejecting me, something I never thought I’d feel for another girl before.

“So, what kind of fantasies are we talking about? Just hooking up with the random girl you meet at a lesbian bar?”

“Promise you won’t freak out or think badly of me if I’m just honest?”

“I promise,” she leaned in close, “let me tell you a little secret, when I turned 18, I fucked one of my mom’s friends and she never knew, the woman was old enough to be my mother and we did it right next door, so tell me what you fantasize about.”

I blushed at the thought of her doing someone much older and figured why not, just spit it out, although it was harder to put into words than I thought it was going to be, “I’m kind of an exhibitionist…”

“You mean like you like to flash people and stuff, I mean that explains the dress.”

“Not really, it’s more like I like to do stuff in public without getting caught or being on the edge, it’s the fear that kind of turns me on, if that makes sense.”

“Is that why you aren’t wearing any panties?”

I blushed again, “yeah, bra either.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, that’s why I got this dress, although I didn’t really have the guts, to be honest I kind of dress more like you but with a big comfy hoodie that covers all of this up,” I waved my hand basically showing all of me.

“Seems like a shame, in fact, why zip it all the way up like that,” her hand left my leg and reached for the zipper, grasping it, I put my hand on hers worried about what she was about to do next, “how about we have a little fun, I promise not to go further than you are comfortable with and promise to ask more questions.”

I nodded not sure what I just agreed to and let her pull the zipper down. I thought she would just go down a little but I felt the tops of my breasts slowly come free from the stiffness of the material until I looked down to see the zipper between my breasts. The top began to split and spread the tops of my breasts were now exposed, nowhere to what the picture of the model had looked like when I bought it.

“See, so much better,” this time she bit her lip, “so much sexier too, so come on, tell me more, tell me more.”

“Be careful what you wish for, the more I talk, the more turned on I get and the more turned on I get, the more I say, it’s a vicious cycle.”

“Ok then, what else is your writing about, you like the fear of getting caught in public, what else?”

Like the need to orgasm, the desire to tell her more was almost overwhelming, I felt my inhibitions start to waver, I kept reminded myself she was a complete stranger, but part of me found some security in that as well. She was a complete stranger and for all I knew, I was never going to see her ever again.

“Um well, my writing is mostly about exhibitionist stuff, ending up in humiliation situations, blackmail, bondage, that kind of thing,” I was shaking as I said each and every word, as I was admitting to her that I enjoyed and fantasized about all of this.

A moan escaped my lips, I was feeling pleasure from it, she wasn’t even touching me anymore, just staring at me with a childlike wonder, “you’re really getting off on this aren’t you?”

“I am, it’s really hot, I’m not sure why, I feel like I’m exposing myself in a way I’ve never felt before.”

“Lower the zipper some more.”

“What?”

“Well, you said it yourself, you like the fear of getting caught, the humiliation, you like being controlled, so why not push yourself just a little tonight.”

I lowered it a little, but as I felt the dress becoming a little looser, I feared that I was about to expose myself and stopped after lowering it a mere, tiny, inch.

“Maybe you need a hand,” she grasped my hand and pulled it down, below my breasts but still a few inches above my belly button.

To my shock the dress still held somewhat in place, it looked more like a sexy low v-neck dress. I shuddered at the idea that any wrong motion would pop a breast out.

“See, even better.”

“Now tell me, one little secret that you’ve never actually told someone before.”

I thought hard, it was the one thing that I thought would bring me so much pride, but at the same time made me question so much in my life, “I’m still a virgin.”

She laughed and whispered in my ear, “funny, so am I.”

She reached her hand up under my dress again and traced her finger around my lips. I felt so sensitive that it felt like electricity was running through her and into me. She brought her finger back to her mouth and licked it again and the look on my face must have been of disappointment.

“I’m sorry, where’s my manners,” she reached down and this time unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and slipped her hand inside, I could see she was wearing some white briefs and I blushed knowing that I once wore a pair just like it.

Her look was intent and intense as she stared into my eyes and I could only imagine that she just shoved a finger into herself as deep as it would go. She took it out, not even bothering to fix her jeans as she brought it to my face and I opened my mouth wanting to taste her. But she pulled it away just before it touched my lips.

“Lower it more.”

“Please, just one taste.”

“To your waist.”

I took hold of the zipper and started to pull it down, I was worried that my actions would draw attention and did it as swiftly and discretely as I could. I wasn’t sure what kind of bar this was, but I had a feeling, sex stuff at the bar was still frowned upon.

“Now that’s fucking hot.”

I looked down to see, I was mostly still covered, my nipples were, but now I was feeling awfully naked and worried with the way I was sitting, if the zipper would move or rip apart at this point. But as her finger traced her wetness over my lips and into my mouth, that all didn’t seem to matter.

She tasted salty, a little sweet, kind of like the drink, I smelled her off of my lips, a smell a lot like my own that aroused me for a reason I couldn’t explain. She pulled her finger out of my mouth and kissed me again deeply. Her taste disappearing from my tongue but her smell still strong in my nose.

When she sat back, smiling at the quivering mess she was making me, she said something I really didn’t expect, “how about you get the next round of drinks, just tell them to put it on my tab.”

“Um, ok,” I reached for the zipper to pull it up, but she stopped me.

“No, just like that, time to live a little and not fantasize so much.”