The tall, blonde woman emerged from the crowd as if they moved aside just for her. She looked intently at me as she approached the bar. I gazed into her strikingly blue eyes, confused for a moment because why would she be headed towards me? Maybe she was looking at the bartender behind me. But no, she came right up to me, sparking in my heart a little flutter of panic with a slight twinge of excitement.
“Hi, I’m Lauren. Can I buy you a drink?” she asked. Her voice was bubbly but carried over the din of the club. I nearly choked as I searched for how to respond. “Hi!” I finally blurted out. “Uhm, sure, that would be lovely. An espresso martini, please. Oh, and my name is Anna.”
“Pleased to meet you and that sounds delicious. Chloe, two espresso martinis, please,” she said, waving over the bartender. “I couldn’t help but notice you across the club and you weren’t hanging out with anyone. If you want some space, I’m happy to give it to you, but I also thought it might be nice to talk with you.”
“That’s so nice of you to think of me. And yeah, I came with friends but they’ve found some men they are interested in so I’m giving them space for that.”
“You’re a good friend, though they shouldn’t leave you alone like this. No men for you?”
I chuckled nervously and blushed. I hadn’t been on a date in more than six months and I didn’t have the stomach for another round of dating apps with inappropriate messages, getting ghosted even when a man managed to ask me out, and of those who actually scheduled and showed up to the date, finding them self-centered and uninteresting. Well, a complete stranger didn’t need to know all that. “No, none are catching my eye at the moment.”
“They’re missing out, obviously. Cheers,” she said as she raised her glass. The club was packed this Saturday night but somehow the cacophony of conversations and thumping music, even the blur of bodies moving in the dim lighting, faded into the background, and I heard the clink of our glasses with crystal clarity.
I smoothed my black cocktail dress along the curves of my body. I had opted for Converse sneakers for a bit of a punk-ish, playful flair. But I didn’t have much experience going out to clubs of any kind, so when friends invited me along, I needed their help with my outfit. Still, I didn’t feel like I fit in. As I sipped my espresso martini, which was so creamy and delicious, my eyes took in Lauren for the first time. She was about six inches taller than me, even with flats on, which wasn’t a difficult feat as I’m only 5’3. She had on a black off-the-shoulder top that also left her cute, slightly chubby midriff exposed, along with high waisted, slightly baggy jeans. She was clearly tanned from the summer. A black and white flower tattoo adorned her tricep, and now that I focused on it, she was quite muscular.
Conversation flowed easily and I forgot my annoyance and anxiety that my friends had dispersed. We had a second drink together, and giggles ensued. Soon too, she was patting my back and my arm in a friendly, familiar way. But before she laid a hand on me, she asked with genuine care if it was okay. It feels so rare to meet someone who automatically respects that boundary. I’m not usually a touchy-feely person but I said yes and her little touches warmed my skin. I couldn’t help but feel a little more comfortable around her. Her bubbly personality and bright smile drew me in. Her eyes lit up when she talked, and the way her hand casually brushed against me as she gestured sent flashes of goosebumps across my skin. A strange feeling arose in my chest, one that I couldn’t quite place.
When she leaned in close and whispered, “Anna, if you’re okay with it, I’d love to meet you in the bathroom in about five minutes,” then I realized what it was: attraction.
The world seemed to stop. I had never felt this before about a woman. Or maybe I wasn’t ready to admit it to myself. Maybe the impulse to talk with women professors in college or only hang out with the other women in the dorm wasn’t just about bonding with someone like me. I was dumbstruck, and in a sense felt dumb. How could I not have known this about myself? But I had to find some composure within me quickly. My heart beat in my chest louder than the music creeping back into my eardrums. Not being able to find my voice, I slowly nodded yes, then my words followed. “I’d… I’d really like that, Lauren.”
“Good,” she replied with a bit of breath releasing from her lips. “There’s a single bathroom over there,” she said with a jerk of her head, her blond hair swishing languidly as she gestured. “Not many people know about it. Let me go first, then knock seven times so I know it’s you.”
I nodded sharply and hoped my blushing cheeks did not give away my nervousness. A warmth spread between my legs and a tight feeling seized my muscles. Her blonde head was visible above the crowd as she walked. I closed my eyes and downed the last of my drink, looking nervously at my watch. I couldn’t wait to leave that spot and yet was also frozen to it as the time ticked by. Finally, I put one foot in front of the other, wondering whether anyone else knew what I was thinking and feeling.
My knuckles hurt after the seven short raps on the metal bathroom door. It opened inward, floral fragrance greeting my nose, and without thinking about moving, I was suddenly inside. Lauren was smiling, almost goofily, closing the door behind me and clicking the lock. “I want to make sure you’re comfortable, that this is what you want. Are you sure? I won’t be upset at any answer you give.”
“Honestly, I’ve never done this,” I said, arm gesturing around the bathroom, “and I’ve… I’ve never been with a woman.”
“I thought so. You’re incredibly gorgeous, and kind, and fun. There’s a first time for everything, and I would be happy to show you what you’ve been missing out on,” said Lauren with a giggle.
I couldn’t help but smile. “When your hands touched me, I got these feelings inside and I kinda had to admit to myself what it was once you asked me to, you know, come here.” I said with a tremble to my voice.
“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” said Lauren as she took a step closer, her body pressing against mine. I could feel the heat radiating off of her, and couldn’t help but respond to it. My hands reached up to touch her face, and she leaned into them, her eyes closing in pleasure.
“I want you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
“I want you too,” she replied, her hands starting to roam over my body. She undid the zipper of my dress, her fingers brushing against my skin as she exposed it. I shivered with pleasure, my nipples hardening. She peeled the dress from my shoulders, leaving the top hanging down from my waist.
“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, her lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I moaned into her mouth as her tongue explored mine, her hands continuing to roam over my body.
She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down my neck and onto my chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps. The speed with which she undid my bra told me she was no stranger to this. My pale, 34c breasts hung free and I was almost embarrassed, my forearm automatically moving to cover them up. Lauren silently shook her head no and gently pushed my hand down. “You deserve to be admired, she said as she took one of my nipples into her mouth, sucking and biting gently. I gasped with pleasure, my hands reaching up to tangle in her hair.
“Yes, Lauren,” I moaned, my hips grinding against hers. “Don’t stop.”
She continued to lavish attention on my breasts, her hands and mouth working in tandem to bring me to the brink of ecstasy. One hand smoothly moved down my stomach and thigh to my knee then back up under the skirt of my dress. I leaned against the wall and spread my legs, inviting her. She found my underwear and gently rubbed the fabric for what felt like an eternity before pushing them aside and teasing my pussy, running a finger along my slit and tracing my outer labia. My body squirmed and I tried my best to stifle moans as she continued to suck my nipples.
My clit felt like it was throbbing, begging for attention until I gathered up the courage to blurt out, “Gosh, you are such a tease, please, please play with my clit.” My voice dripped with desperation that I had sought to contain. Lauren took a breath from my nipples and looked up with a knowing grin. “Mmm so now you know how deeply you can desire. And what would you do for me to touch that delightful little button?”
“Oh my gosh, anything!”
“Good girl.” The words rippled in my mind and throughout my body. Then I felt her gentle fingers circling my clit, lubricated by my own copious wetness. I moaned deeply and felt my legs tremble. “That’s it, Anna, let it out. No one can hear you out there, it’s too loud. You’re safe here.” Her mouth was up by my ear, her breath hot and voice sultry.
I felt myself getting closer and closer, my breathing becoming ragged. “I’m going to come,” I gasped, my hips bucking wildly.
“Come for me, Anna,” she whispered, her fingers rubbing my in slow, deliberate circles as she went back to suck my nipples.
I cried out as I came, my orgasm washing over me in waves of pleasure. She continued to rub my clit, drawing out my orgasm until I begged her to stop.
“Please, Lauren,” I gasped, my body trembling with pleasure. “I can’t take it anymore.”
She smiled wickedly and pulled her hand away, licking my juices off her fingers. “Delicious,” she said, her eyes shining with pleasure.
I couldn’t help but smile back, my body still humming with pleasure. “You’re amazing,” I whispered, my hands reaching up to touch her face again.
She leaned in for another kiss, her hands starting to undo her own clothes. “And I’m just getting started,” she murmured against my lips. “Remember when I asked you what you would do for that pleasure?”
“Yes,” I said with a little trepidation.
“And you said anything.”
“You had me exactly where you wanted!”
“Just about, at that moment. But now I want something more from you.” Her top was off, revealing her muscular back. Fortunately, she could not see my jaw drop as I admired her. With her back to me, she pulled off her jeans and neatly folded them, turning around to reveal gorgeous, tanned breasts a little smaller than mine capped by large areolas and jutting, hardened nipples. Even more surprising is that the entire time she had been wearing a strap-on toy and harness. I gasped.
“Surprised?”
“Well, yes,” I said, unsure what to say really. “I didn’t really think people wore them out.”
“Some people choose to, for a bunch of reasons. They like how it feels for themselves, or maybe they think the night holds a bit of fun.”
“So why did you?”
“A little of column A and a little of column B,” said Lauren with a chuckle. “Now it’s time to earn that orgasm. And good thing there’s a little mat here to protect your knees.”
I understood almost immediately and sank to my knees on the fluffy mat. It was much nicer than the cold tile would have been. I grasped the toy, far bigger than my hand, and brought it to my lips as I looked up. I only had my experience with men to guide me and hoped that she enjoyed something similar. I started gently bobbing, trying to fit more and more in my mouth with each pass.
“Good girl,” she cooed, hand in my hair to gently guide me.
Wetness once again flowed from my pussy and I picked up the pace, a soft slurping sound starting to echo in the small space. Lauren started thrusting gently and grunting, making it even more intensely erotic for me. She groaned and tapped my head, and I rose up. “How was that?” I asked coyly.
“For once your experience is an asset here,” giggled Lauren. I noticed the toy was slick with my saliva, and a bit of my warm spit dribbled down my chin. “Now turn around.”
I did as I was told, arms reaching upward and bracing against the wall. She gently kicked my ankles apart and pulled down my underwear. Why they were even still on, I don’t know. I shimmied out of them, leaving the thong in a pool by my feet. In an odd moment of pre-sex clarity, I noticed my Converse sneakers were still on, as was my dress, though my breasts were exposed. Lauren lifted up the dress and pressed the toy to my entrance. Grasping a breast from behind, she thrusted, not hard but not gently, and soon I felt just how thick and long it was.
It is a delicious and delightful feeling to be stretched, not quite to the point of pain, but it’s not comfortable either. Is this what some younger, less mature version of me would have called slutty behavior? Fucking someone I met just that same night in the bathroom of a club? Instead, though, I felt like it was a celebration of my autonomy, my consent, my desires. I eagerly pushed my hips back onto Lauren and soon we found a good rhythm.
“Mmm, you don’t fuck like this is your first time with a woman. Are you sure you’re as innocent as you said you were?” Lauren said as she gently grasped my long, black, curly hair.
I could only giggle in response and push back harder before managing to tease her. “Fuck me like you mean it!” She didn’t leave me disappointed and started railing me properly with a couple stinging slaps on my ass for good measure. I felt utterly present in that moment, feeling every inch of the toy sliding in and out, my slick wetness dripping down my thigh, the hard wall giving not an inch to Lauren’s strong thrusts.
Lauren pulled my body close to hers, the toy deep in me as she whispered, “Get on your knees again and lick my pussy until your face is a mess.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said cheekily.
Lauren arched an eyebrow. “Don’t play around with that language, darling. Soon you’ll find yourself saying ‘yes, ma’am’ or ‘yes, miss’ to every request.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I said as I resumed my position on my knees. Lauren sat on a little table meant for bathroom supplies, now cleared off, the toy erect as she softly stroked it. I moved myself between her legs and reached out my tongue to the soft skin of her labia. Most of her pussy was visible between the harness, and she was gorgeously beautiful. I traced her lips with my tongue before flattening it out and running it along her slit. She groaned, thrusted, and held my head down. I started lapping earnestly, up and down, teasingly around her clit.
“Mmmm, first time? Now I need it badly and have waited far too long, darling.”
“Understood, ma’am,” I teased as I looked up with shining eyes. I kept eye contact as my tongue found her throbbing clit, which felt far larger than mine. I flicked and circled. Her eyelids drew down across her stunning blue eyes, her back arched, and her hand came down harder on my head, fingers tangled in my thick hair. I licked for all I was worth. It wasn’t long before her legs trembled as mine had and she exploded, thrusting hard into my face, making me feel like I was riding the wave of pleasure with her. When she panted back down from her high and I lifted my head up, my chin and lips glistened with proof of her pleasure.
She pulled me to her and we embraced in this makeshift cocoon of pleasure. Lauren’s soft but confident voice caressed my ear. “We need to carefully leave, only one at a time, but for now, let us enjoy this moment of bliss.”