A Woman's Touch (2 page)

Realizing I was still in front of the door I stepped to the side, but she stopped next to me and smiled, “Haven’t seen you here before. First time?”

“Um, yes.” I nodded nervously.

“Well I hope you come back again.” She tilted her head as she looked me up and down quickly, “I love your eyes and your proper little outfit.” She giggled, “You come from work or your girl like the uptight professional look?”

“Oh, well…I…I don’t have a girlfriend.” I told her.

“Really?” she shook her head, “With those big brown eyes and those pretty lips?” she gave me a slower loom up and down. “Tell you what honey, wear your hair down and wear something that shows you off more. Looks like you have a nice little body under there.”

“Thanks.” I said for lack of anything better to come back with.

“You coming Sandy?”

“No, I didn’t get to, remember?” The woman said into the mirror as she fluffed her blonde hair and removed a tube of lipstick from her purse.

“Aww,” The brunette laughed, “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take good care of you at home. Right now I’m going to play some music so you get your pretty little self out to that dance floor when you’re done.” She glanced my way, “Seriously, hope to see you here again,” leaning closer she said softly, “I can tell you’re not just new here, but you’re
new
. But don’t worry everyone here is fun and we’ve all been there. You let yourself relax you’ll have a lot of fun”

She turned and left the bathroom and trying to regain my composure I walked across the bathroom towards the stalls.

“Hey,” Sandy called out, just as I was ready to push the door open. I turned around to see her looking at me with a big smile on her face. “Did you like the show?”

“E…excuse me?”

“You didn’t just come in. I saw you just before Sheila put her legs on my shoulders.”

My only reply was for my face to somehow grow hotter. Laughing Sandy clapped her hands in delight.

“Aren’t you cute? You really are new aren’t you?”

“I…I’ve never been here before.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” She sighed, “I remember the first time I realized what I wanted. Just relax and let it happen, you’ll be fine.” With a wink she looked me up and down, “You already are. Thanks again for the extra thrill!” with a little wave she left the bathroom.

As embarrassed as I was I still found my eyes glued to her ass which was well defined in the skin tight dress. Her hips swung back and forth and all I could picture was how her ass had looked while squatting on the floor and her pussy visible as she’d leaned forward to suck her girlfriend off in the bathroom. I’d never done anything that bold with a man and had never once thought of a woman doing it.

Once I was alone my body took over my thoughts. My nipples were aching and my clit was throbbing between my thighs. Pushing the stall open and stepping into it I could feel the wetness between my legs. I closed the door and locking it hiked my skirt up and pulling my panties down moaned as they peeled away from my wet skin. I sat down, but rather than using the bathroom my mind exploded with a collage of images of all I had just seen.

Moving as if it had a will of its own, my hand dropped between my legs and I had to stifle a groan as my fingers explored my sopping wet pussy. I tried to tell myself to stop; I was closing in on forty, way past the age to be doing things like rubbing one out in a public stall. But my fingers remained where they were and with a resigned whimper I slid them up through the soft folds of warm flesh.

I gasped when my fingers made contact with my yearning clit and rubbing in short hard circles I closed my eyes, thinking of Sandy sucking Sheila’s pussy. I put myself in her place, sitting on the sink, my legs wide open and a pair of soft sensual lips kissing my even softer moist pair. I thought of that long soft hair on my thighs and her slender fingers entering me. I imagined her touch to be so much softer than a man’s and her tongue slower and more patient.

The final image that went through my mind was Shelia toying with her nipples, her red nails teasing her swollen flesh, then throwing her head back and squealing as she came. I closed my legs and straightened them as my fingers brought me closer to the edge. My mind was still fixed on Shelia rocking back and forth and side to side, her body in the throes of her climax.

Her orgasm turned into mine and a loud cry escaped me. I covered my mouth and cried out into it as I came harder than I had in a long time. My feet kicked, my heels hitting the stall door and my back arched, shoving my quivering pussy into my fingers. I sat there moaning and squealing as to my surprise a second orgasm raced in behind the first and my body went into a fresh wave of convulsions.

When the last effects of my bodies release flowed through me, I slumped back, letting my head rest against the cool tile behind me and fought to catch my breath. I remained there for a couple of minutes letting my body regroup as my mind tried to wrap around what had just happened. I forced myself to move. I stood up and pulling my panties up marveled at the wet mess that began to ooze into them now that I was standing.

They were so wet, I slipped them all the way off and balling them up shoved them into the pocket of my skirt. Leaving the stall I splashed my sweat soaked face and as I patted dry I heard a whistle behind me. I turned to see a young woman who couldn’t have been more than twenty at the other end of the counter. With a smile she said, “That sounded like a good one!”

Too embarrassed to reply I’d hurriedly left the bathroom and keeping my head down, made my way back to Jill who had asked me if I felt okay because I looked flush.

My cell ringing snapped me out of my reverie and grabbing it from the desk I saw it was Paula.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Linda, its Paula, just confirming you’re coming to see me at five thirty?”

Paula had a soft smoky voice that sounded damn good in my ear, especially when she spoke over me as her incredible hands worked my body.

“I wouldn’t miss it!” I answered and to myself added that I probably wouldn’t be coming until about seven and it would be to her

“Glad to hear it.” She purred in my ear, “Always nice to finish the week with my favorite girl.”

“Aw I bet you say that to all the girls!” I laughed even as I wished she meant it the way I would love her to

“Oh, trust me I don’t call just any girl my favorite! See you soon.”

The phone went silent and putting it down I forced myself to get up from the desk before I buried my fingers in pussy. Paula’s voice had me hot and I couldn’t imagine the puddle I was going to be in when she got her hands on me. Seeing it was quarter to five I shut my lap top down and locked my desk. Grabbing the clothes I had hung in the small closet, I left my office. I made my way through the deserted sea of cubicles in the main floor and entered the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror I removing my blazer and blouse then removed the clip and let my long light brown hair cascade down over my shoulders. I teased myself by cupping my tits in the transparent black lace bra I was wearing and yearned for my hands to be another woman’s. Unzipping my skirt, I let it fall to the floor and stood there in my bra and thong wishing the only woman looking wasn’t the one in the mirror.

A side effect of discovering my attraction to the female form was that I saw myself much differently as well. I’d always had enough attention from men to feel I was attractive, but now I saw my body the way I would if it was another woman. My breasts were on the smaller side, but were well rounded and still sat high and firm even without the help of the bra.

I was tall and a little on the slender side with long legs that many men had said was one of my best features. The other feature that received a lot of compliments was my firm little round ass.
With a grin I turned around and looked at the exposed cheeks of my ass in the mirror. The thought that within an hour Paula’s hands would be just over my ass caused another wave of heat.

Reigning in my thoughts I replaced my proper attire with a cute little red sun dress, that although I wouldn’t say was inappropriate, showed a good amount of my long legs and was low cut enough to show some cleavage. My sensible shoes were replaced with a pair of red sandals with a three inch heel and straps around the ankles. I ran my fingers through my hair, teasing it out and applied some make up.

I looked at the finished product and thought the look said playful and fun. Not slutty, but certainly not professional and boring. I put my clothes on the hangar and couldn’t help feeling a little foolish, dressing up for a woman who had no interest in me as anything but a customer or at best someone she enjoyed speaking to once a week.

Picking up my purse and leaving the bathroom I headed for the elevator and noticed the janitor watching me from across the room. Although I appreciated the attention it didn’t excite me the way it used to. I had always gotten looks from men, at least when I dressed to do so and had enjoyed the reaction of most women; flattered and if they were someone that could be an interest even turned on.

But now I found myself looking about to see if I was garnering any attention from my own sex. On the occasions I was sure I was getting more than a casual glance from a woman I was instantly wet. Riding down to the parking garage it dawned on me-and not for the first or even hundredth time-how that day at the club had changed me. I now dressed up for and paraded around trying to impress women rather than men and was now masturbating nightly to girl on girl porn.

I had broken up with Rob a month before the day at the club and hadn’t dated since even though I’d fielded several offers from guys I most likely would have gone out with prior to my new fixation. Three months ago I’d been so worked up I’d given Rob a call. We’d parted on decent terms and he was happy to come over for pretty much a booty call. The sex had never been an issue between us and that night was no different, Jeff was an attentive lover and one most women would rave over.

I had been one of those women, but that night found I wasn’t nearly as aroused as I used to be. I sucked his cock less than enthusiastically than I used to and as he went down on me I kept thinking how much better it would be if there was long hair fanned across my thighs as well as the slender fingers and softer touch of a woman. Rob had done nothing to stop those fantasies as he didn’t linger between my thighs for more than a couple of minutes before sliding up and entering me.

It had felt good, but not as good as it used to and the only time I had cum during the night was when I stroked my clit while on my knees and imagining him being Paula behind me with a strap on. In the three months since, Rob had called several times looking for a repeat performance, but I declined each time. I kept telling myself the next time I had sex it would be with a woman. That I would shake the bizarre shyness and hang ups I had when it came to making my fantasy a reality.

At least a dozen times I’d spent the day swearing I would go back to that club. I’d gone home showered, dressed sexy and….ended up getting undressed or just meeting Jill for a drink. Each of those nights I would go to bed horny and pissed at myself that I was getting off with a toy and not a soft pink tongue.

“Hey, I love that dress!”

I looked up to see a tall woman with long hair standing at the car next to mine. I was so caught up with my thoughts I hadn’t even recalled making my way across the garage to my car.

“Oh, um thanks.” I replied, snapping myself out of my daydreaming.

The woman looked down and smiled, “The shoes too! Prada?”

“Yes.” I nodded, then taking advantage of her looking at my feet took a good look at her.

She was worth looking at that was for sure; tall with long legs that were being show cased in a short blue skirt and a pair of breasts that were much larger than mine and looked as if they were ready to pop out of the sleeveless white shirt. Her eyes were as dark as her hair and her full sensuous lips coated in a soft pink. My heart began to pound when I saw her take her time working her eyes up my body and in the back of my mind I found myself wanting her to like what she saw.

“I do love the look,” she commented, sending a thrill through me. “Says smart, but sexy.” She winked, “Says fun! You going out for some fun on a Friday night?”

Oh my God she was flirting with me! I could feel my face becoming as red as the dress, but when I spoke, managed to sound calm.

“I’m going to…go treat myself.” I gave her a smile I wanted to be confident, but knew looked as nervous as I felt.

“Well every girl should treat herself.” She paused meaningfully then added, “But its usually more fun if you get a treat from someone else.”

“It sure is.” I laughed awkwardly.

“I’m Mandy,” she gestured towards the ceiling, “I work for Dobbs Corp on the third floor, do you work in the building?”

“I do, I work for All State.”

“Oh,” she looked at me expectantly, “And you are…”

“Linda!” I sighed, “Sorry about that.”

“No worries, so hey I’m going out for a treat myself, a couple of drinks at Bernie’s down the street, want to come along?”

“Well…” say yes I shouted at myself. Say yes! “I have an appointment for a massage.” Oh, what was wrong with me?

“Oh that is a treat!” she nodded, “I try to go a couple of times a month. “Well how about tomorrow?”

Her eyes met mine and again I wanted to shout the word yes! Meet her for a drink, go back to her place, let her take charge and lay me back and…But again the sensible, no not sensible, but scared part of my mind spoke up. Mandy worked in the building. I’d told her where I worked, all the people I’d worked with for the last fifteen years knew me as being straight. Not that being into women was something to be ashamed of from the start, but for them to think after all these years I’d changed?

“I’m sorry.” Mandy said, the smile fading, “I’m making you nervous.”

“Oh, its okay I just…I’m not you know…”

Mandy’s smile returned and as she reached into her purse she said, “Not comfortable yet. It’s okay, Linda. Here’s my card, you ever want to go out for a drink and you know, talk about things, feel free.”