1. Zebra


    Date: 10/28/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: TrinityX, Rating: 29, Source: LushStories

    professionals like ourselves, full of business suits and business cards, networking and being social. “This is a nice place Mel, do you come here often?” “Yup, I’m from South Jersey, this is my neck of the woods.” “Oh wow, nice.” Mel enjoys a spicy bloody Mary, I order a fuzzy navel and we talk quietly at a corner table. As we enjoy our drinks, the professional side of our conversation begins to relax. Melanie shares that she’s been happily married for almost twenty years, is a mother of two, and lives an overall happy life. I sip my drink and share personal details about my life as well, and we realize how much we really have in common. After my second drink, I’m sure that the traffic subsides, and I reluctantly bid Melanie goodbye and head home. Despite the car radio being on, I am lost in my thoughts about her during my drive. Her femininity, her smell, and how attractive I find her. It’s been years since I have thought about a woman in a sexual way, but I can’t deny the pull I feel towards her. What color bra goes with a peach silk blouse? What kind of panties does she like? What scent was that in her hair? I arrive home and after I undress in the bathroom, I toss my moist panties into the hamper. Wait, what….? Over time, professional emails are more personal and frequent. Ultimately, we segue into text messages and phone calls a few times per week, and she becomes quite a good friend. Ultimately, she discloses that she is bisexual and that while her husband is ...
    permissive of her sexual desires, she is discreet with the female lover that she has had for years now. I shakily reconfirm my heterosexuality to her, but disclose my own past sexual experiences with two different women that I had while in my late teens and early twenties. Melanie invites me to a banquet dinner that she and her husband attend. Her husband is a confident and handsome man, and seemingly a good fit for her. I can't help but wonder how much he must enjoy having her in bed and exploring her body. After the banquet, we have dessert and drinks at her home and her husband soon retires to bed, citing an early rise the next morning. Melanie and I remain on her couch and now with my shoes off, I tuck my stocking laden legs under me as I sip Moscato. Seated five feet from me, her bare feet are pale and her toenails are painted a deep burgundy. I feel the alcohol coursing through my central nervous system and it makes my skin warmer by the second. Melanie swallows her last sip of Cabernet and looks at me while she refills her glass. As she pours her drink, I can see her lipstick print on the glass where her lips were. I want to take her glass and place my lips on that lipstick spot and taste her smile. “You don’t think about women in a sexual way anymore, Trin?” Tension. “...No, my experiences were great, but it was merely a passing phase. I haven’t desired a woman in over fifteen years, Mel.” Until you, right now… “Oh ok, I find that having that outlet really helps me balance ...
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