1. She was looking at me


    Date: 10/28/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: monica3, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    different jacket, short cut and yellow. I didn’t even know if the note was from her. I untied my hair and shook it loose. I was startled when a small group of musicians clattered onto a stage behind me and I turned to watch them as they set up and thus missed her moving to the stool beside me, not noticing until I turned back. ‘Red suits you better.’ ‘Yellow looks good on you.’ ‘Let’s go to a table.’ I followed her across towards the toilet but she changed direction to a part of the bar I had not noticed before and I sat at a table, facing her. Her trousers were dark green leather this time but with the same boots. She opened her yellow jacket and I saw her breasts clearly through what looked like a body stocking. They were larger than I had thought and her nipples were dark. ‘Your hair looks better loose too.’ ‘Thank you.’ The music started and she leaned forward to speak. I could smell her, a mix of lemon and peppermint. ‘My friend really liked the look of you.’ ‘’But it’s you I am sitting with.’ ‘She’s shy.’ ‘She’s not here.’ Are we, I asked myself, going to exchange sentences all evening. ‘She’s at home. We share,’ a pause, ‘everything.’ ‘I don’t even know your name.’ She stood up, looked at me then walked to the bar. She came back with two glasses and placed a g and t in front of me. ‘Does it matter? If you knew my name would you know you’d be safe?’ ‘Would I be safe?’ I leant back and drank my gin, slowly, looking at her. She reached out and took the empty glass from ...
    my hand. She placed it on the table then looked straight into my eyes. ‘Only one way to find out.’ She stood again and looked at me as if to say, 'well, are you coming or not.' I stood and she turned and I followed her, watching her sharp heels as they clicked on the stone floor. I watched as her arse swayed, tight in the green leather. She hailed a cab and it stopped. They never do that for me. She gave an address, not far away. She took my hand and held it. The block was modern and expensive. We rode a lift to the 18th floor. I followed her down a carpeted corridor and she opened the door and stood back to let me through. I wanted to follow, not lead, but I went in. The hall was lit softly. I could hear soft music and could smell good food. When I turned she was taking off her jacket. ‘She came.’ She said this loudly, sort of talking past me. I turned and saw a woman, not the butch she’d been with on Friday, or at least not the one I thought she’d been with. This woman was as tall as her but wearing a dress with a low cut V neck and tiny thin straps. It was tight to the waist and long, to the floor, darkest red. Her short blonde hair framed her well made up face. Blue eyes sparkled in the soft light. ‘Come in, Katherine. Don’t mind Georgie, she is a woman of few words but she means well. Gin and tonic, I think? I’m Lorna.’ I turned to follow Lorna, hearing Georgie following me. In a sitting room with deep leather chairs, soft light and the soothing music, Lorna handed me a ...
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