Lisa is 28, highly skilled, imaginative, inventive, and shares my vision completely. “That’ll do” simply isn't in her vocabulary.
One Saturday night, I was helping shut the place down. Lisa’s kitchen staff had finished and I had stayed on after he rest of the staff had gone home. I have long thought that the bar area needs remodeling, but I have to keep with the olde-world style of the building. I had M sketch pad and a steel tape measure and was happily sketching out ideas, when Lisa arrived with two mugs of hot chocolate. Hot chocolate being precisely that. Chocolate, (real chocolate) cream and milk.
We sat together by the embers of the fire and just chatted. Right out of the blue she said “I wish I’d…..experimented. With other girls. But I was too scared to make the first move, and no-one made a move on me.”
“I wish I had….” The saddest words anyone can utter. I replied by telling her it was not too late by any means, and if she felt like that, she should put herself in situations where that might happen. “I could, I suppose, but I don’t want a casual pick up by some stranger. I always thought….always hoped….if it would ever happen it would be like, you know, with a school friend at a sleepover kind of thing. Cliched, I know, but I’m told it can happen like that. “ (Oh sweetie….more often than you can imagine.) I felt a wave of sadness for her, but my rule of not getting involved with the staff is inviolable. It’s there for a reason and while I might lust from afar, I will never break it. Even so….
“Do you think you might be lesbian, or bi sexual?”
“Not lesbian. I’ve had boyfriends and sex with them has been amazing, but I do fantasise about other girls….i always have. Fantasise, and masturbate thinking about them too. I’ve had some amazing orgasms like that.” (Preaching to the choir, sister!) So….if you don’t mind me asking, how did you start?”
“I guess very much like you. I found the thought of being with other girls sexy…arousing. Like you, I started masturbating over them, but I….went further.” I explained my habit of skipping PE whenever I could, and my forays round the locker room on panty-hunt duty. “I wasn’t certain, if the opportunity ever arose, that I could actually….you know…go down on another girl. My panty-raids answered that for me. Then, at a sleepover, a girl sharing my bed with me masturbated. She tried to do it so I wouldn’t notice, but I felt the movements and heard her suppressed sighs, which set me off. Some time later, that same girl and I did one another.”
The pub was warm, the hot chocolate simply heaven in a mug, and I 100% missed it until Miss Brain slapped me round the face and made me sit up and take notice. Lisa was flushed and breathing deeply. Also, her knees were pressing together through her chef’s whites. I could also see two very hard nipples poking through. Oh dear. Perhaps my description had been too lurid.
“That explains how you first….touched….another girl, but fingers are one thing…..tongues are another. I figured I’d done the damage already. I would tell her this, then beat a hasty retreat and leave her to ‘take care’ of herself. Oh yes, yes, yes. Miss Brain was countering away…..”wouldn’t hurt”…..”just once”…..”you can’t leave her like this”…..”how would YOU like it?”…..but no, no, a thousand times no! I know one or two business owners who do fuck he staff. One thing links them. Their businesses are failing. Not me. I’ve worked to damn hard.
“Well….it started with a sexy conversation, almost a playful one, actually. The girl concerned and I were talking about lesbians, and playfully grabbing one another’s boobs, and kissing on the lips, (we were in bikinis by mum and dad’s old outdoor pool.) we had taken out tops off…then our bottoms. Then the goofing around started. We even play-wrestled on the towels on the ground. I ended up on top and she just said “well, youve won. Do what you want.” Some more play kissing just, somehow, turned serious. One minute I was kissing her mouth, then her boobs, then her tummy and then….then I was between her legs kissing her cu….er…..her labia. I know I made her cum. (I knew, because she had wet herself, but I wasn’t going to scare Lisa off trying it for herself one day.) Then she returned the favour on me.”
Lisa was breathing really deeply know, and her thigh pressing was so strong, I saw her leg muscles quivering with the effort. Much more and she would cum right in front of me. Time to leave.
Outside the pub, I took a Quick Look through one of the small panes of glass. (Most of them are ‘bubbled) which prevents you seeing in clearly, but there are one or two ordinary small panes dotted around. I saw Lisa, with her chef’s bottoms round her ankles rubbing furiously. I even saw the moment she came.
I really hope she finds someone to try g/g with. “I wish I had” really are the saddest words, aren’t they?
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