I don't think of myself as a full-on lesbian, but sometimes I like to pick up a woman for a one night stand full of passion that only another woman can give.
One particular night, I went to a bar close to where I live that is known for being a lesbian bar. I have been there a couple times before, but since it usually has couples I go elsewhere, but something led me to it this time. It was pretty dead there being a weeknight, but there was one woman there who caught my attention. She must have had the same idea that I had, because she was wearing a short skirt, high-heeled sandals and a skimpy top. I decided to go and talk to her, and after a couple minutes I found out she was almost 50, but she could have easily passed for 35. Long brown hair, no fat, a nice tan, this woman was gorgeous.
We sat there for a little while, had a couple drinks and chatted, but I kept looking for signals that she was interested. I turned the conversation to something a little sexier involving us both, which she seemed intrigued by. I waited to make my move, but when she kicked off her shoe and rubbed her foot on mine, I knew it was time. I invited her to come back to my apartment and we walked out. As soon as we walked in my front door, we were all over each other, making out and feeling each other's breasts. We left a trail of clothes leading to my bedroom, and we jumped on my bed and started rolling around in each others arms, kissing passionately. After a couple minutes, I rolled her onto her side and got behind her, reaching around and started fingering her. I couldn't see it in the dark, but I could feel that she was totally shaved, compared to my trimmed, but full bush. She was wiggling around, moaning and reaching back to grab my hair, while I kept shoving my finger in and out of her while grinding my own clit against her butt. When she came, she cried out and went limp before turning over and pinning me down.
She asked me if I had a vibrator and I told her it was in my drawer, and once she found it she slid down between my legs and started working on my stiff clit. She didn't stop after I came, making me hit my peak twice more before I begged her to stop. Once that was over, we just layed there in a pool of sweat, rubbing and feeling each other.
Some time had passed and she said that she had to go, but when I was walking her to the door to get her clothes, I grabbed her from behind and reached around to finger her again while sucking and kissing her shoulder. She just let me do it, but couldn't stop moving around, causing us to dance around on tiptoes. When she came this time, I could feel a small stream of juice run out of her vagina and down her leg. She caught her breath and got dressed, and we kissed each other again before she left. No numbers were exchanged, and all I got was her first name.
I wasn't looking for a relationship, but sometimes I think about going back to that bar to see if she's there.