1. An Evening With Amelia


    Date: 4/25/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: marcig, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

    smelled faintly of lilac and cocoa butter. Her smile was intoxicating. "May I buy you a drink, Little Bird?" she asked with a slight Caribbean lilt. I was awestruck! I stuttered, "Yes, thank you..." Before I could tell her I was drinking Chardonnay, she told the barmaid to bring two Sapphire martinis, straight-up with lemon twists. I did not dare contradict her, though I had never had a martini before and doubted I would like it. She laughed when my first sip caused me to choke, and I became flustered and embarrassed. She told me to take a small sip and not to swallow right away. I tried that, and the most wonderful feeling spread through my mouth. I was beginning to like this new experience, and I tried it again with the same result. She warned me to slow down a bit or I might find it difficult to walk. Her name was Amelia and she taught Anthropology and Women's Studies at Georgia State University and had stopped by to see what was going on at her favorite watering hole. I guessed she was about 35. I was captivated. Her voice, her eyes, her lovely chocolate color, the wonderful accent all combined to create perhaps the most charming person I had ever met. Soon I was chattering like a school girl trying to impress her teacher. I weighed 113 at the time and I was feeling pretty buzzed by the time I was half through my second martini. A few people were dancing to a Tony Bennett song, and when Amelia asked me to dance, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to ...
    agree. I fell into her arms, feeling not the least bit self-conscious. My arms were around her waist and her hands on my shoulders. She was sufficiently taller than me so that my head rested on her right breast. It gave me a wonderful liquid feeling. I felt safe, secure, and more than a little aroused. Her breath in my hair felt delicious, and when she stooped to kiss my head, I thought I would faint. When we got back to the bar she said she needed to get some food in me before I had to be carried. The evening was cool for August and we walked the few blocks to Morton's. Our waiter was a lovely gay man named Andre who gushed over me and complimented Amelia on her taste. With a wink he told me to be careful of her wiles. Amelia ordered for us, fillets rare, asparagus, and a tomato salad. She had another martini but I demurred and settled for ice water while we waited for our meal. We both knew where the evening was going and I had the feeling that everyone else in the restaurant did also. Her hand casually resting on mine when she was making a point... The desire in her eyes, that I am sure was reflected in my own... I felt so special, and wanted, and happy to be doing just what I was at that time. I made a joke about asparagus making your pee smell funny; she said we would have to find out. Over coffee I told her my hotel was just a few blocks away. As soon as I said it, I wondered if I was being too forward. She smiled, put her hand on mine and asked, "Are you sure, Little Bird?" ...
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