My experience with Jennifer caused me a few sleepless nights. My thoughts were steeped in self-denial, kidding myself that my impulsive attraction to her girlish flirting was so out of character for me that it must have more to do with my imagination than an actual event. I wouldn’t do that but in reality, I did.

She was pretty in a girly kind of way, I knew her name was Jennifer (Probably Jen or Jenny to her friends) and she’d given me her mobile number. I was so stunned by being found out when she gave me her number, I didn’t offer her my name in return. I thought; well, no harm was done, she doesn’t know who I am or have my contact details. I breathed a sigh of relief, no backlash or consequence for me to worry about.

Then I thought again; for how long did she know I was doing it? Once she knew, the little minx must have been doing it deliberately.

I turned over and over in bed determined to stop thinking about it any longer, I needed to get some sleep. Fortunately, in the early hours of the morning, I must have drifted off.

Jennifer came towards me staring at me with lust filled eyes using her body to ease me back against the wall.

“So, just how curious are you?” she asked.

“I’m not,” I answered. “I just couldn’t stop myself from looking.”

“Well it’s too late no backtrack now, I’m going to have you.”

She placed a hand around my neck, leaned in and kissed me fully and passionately forcing her tongue between my lips, her other hand moved swiftly down grabbing my breast and pinching my already hardened nipple through the thin material of my top.

“Oh,” she cooed, “We’re getting more curious by the minute.”

She returned to kissing me strongly and using her tongue. Releasing her hold on my neck and breast her hands moved down over my hips and under my skirt, cupped my pussy and teased my clit with her thumb through the thin fabric of my knickers. My legs instinctively opened and she wrenched my knickers down to my mid-thighs, void of any gentleness her hand went between my legs and two fingers were thrust inside me making me gasp at the sudden intrusion. Even if I wanted her too I was powerless to stop her as she pumped her fingers backward and forward making me weak at the knees and my legs were close to folding up beneath me.

She spun me around and pushed me so I landed on my back on the bed then crawled on top of me, firmly pinning me down and looked at me with the satiated grin of someone who knows they are about to complete their conquest.

I woke up with a start and two of my fingers deep inside me, my knickers were part-way down my thighs and I was in the throw of a breathtaking, sweaty and heart thumping orgasm.

As I came down from my place from up high, I suffered a pang of guilt. I had just masturbated to orgasm in my sleep dreaming of being sexually conquered by another woman, Jennifer.

A few days past and I couldn’t get her out of my mind so I decided to contact her initially by text, introducing myself as Katie from the train. After a few polite messages, we shared a voice call and arranged to meet at a coffee bar on Saturday in Woking. I was very keen to speak with her, hoping she could help me understand this sudden and impulsive attraction, dispel my fears and we could go our separate ways with no harm done.

Apart from that, my instinct was to want to know more about her. Was she Lesbian or Bi? Was her friend on the train her partner? What process did she go through or did she know her sexuality from an earlier stage in her life? How did her family and friends react? Did they know or was it a secret?

That week went by but not quickly enough as I had a compelling fascination to engage in a real face to face conversation with her, discover her personal characteristics and qualities. I could have let it go and put it down to being a bizarre one-off experience but unfortunately for me, that isn’t how my mind works.

***

We met as arranged on Saturday afternoon at a cosy independent coffee bar. We both agreed that we preferred them to the international chains who avoid paying taxes, plus I like to support local traders.

Getting dressed for the occasion wasn’t a big issue as it was just going to be a friendly and enlightening conversation after I had apologized for my actions.

At our previous encounter, I was in my work clothes, smart, formal and conservative. I didn’t want her to think I was a frump and based on what she had worn on the train, I settled for an elasticated white skater skirt, black sleeveless camisole top, white thong and no bra (I like to ditch the bra at weekends) and white peep-toe sandals, a silver chain necklace with complementary earrings and I applied subtle lip and eye make-up.

I realized that my choice of clothing might give off the wrong signals but I wanted her to see how I like to dress socially and preferred that she remembered me that way rather than in my work clothes.

On arrival at the coffee bar, I found that Jennifer had gotten there before me and had secured us some nice seating tucked away in the far corner. I was surprised to see that Jennifer was wearing exactly the same outfit she had been wearing when I first saw her.

I walked over to her and there was a nervous exchange of glances, smiles and a quick peck on the cheeks. An order was placed for two cappuccinos which were soon delivered. I started the conversation as I intended to by apologizing for looking at her in that way on the train which she brushed away with a shrug and a wave of her hand.

“Don’t worry,” she said, “I’d had a few drinks at lunch, I was feeling a bit naughty and once I had spotted that you looked like you were embarrassing yourself by enjoying glimpses of my underwear I got a thrill out of it, so I kept going. If my friend Carol hadn’t been there I would have taken you home with me.”

I flushed with embarrassment and felt a tingle of static electricity run through my body. It must have a cheap carpet!

Noticing my reaction, she immediately apologized saying, “I’m very sorry, that was very forward of me, subtlety is not one of my virtues.”

I lowered my voice and steered the conversation to the comment she made about helping me when handing me her phone number. I explained that prior to seeing her I had never, in my life, been stimulated in that way by looking at a woman.

Jennifer looked at me with an incredulous smile and explained that there was nothing for me to be scared of. At school, she had only been interested in boys. When she went to university she had been hit on by a few girls and was intrigued and flattered by their sexually motivated interest. Eventually, curiosity got the better of her and she went through an experimental phase with girls.

She took to it so easily and naturally and concluded that she must have had hidden tendencies before without realizing it. She was also still very much attracted to and has sex with men so regarded herself as being bisexual. She’d never come out to her parents and only a few friends knew, Carol, being one that was in the know and thought she was being an outrageous flirt with me.

“As a side note,” she said “I enjoy flirting with women more than men because it’s a lot more challenging.”
 

This period of discovery in her life led her to do some research and she found that women can go through a process called Sexual Fluidity, this is where they can be neither straight or gay but fluid, changing as they go through the stages of life. Men apparently have a much lower level of fluidity.

Women can experience a sudden change with no forewarning or event in their relationship with men that caused it. It can be motivated by love, physical desire or both. We think we’ve identified our sexuality earlier in life and just get on with it. However, for some women in their twenties and thirties or even later in life, it’s not uncommon to experience a sudden shift and that’s what she believed had happened to me. Whether we act upon it or hide it away is, of course, our own decision.

“So, that’s the about me and sexology lesson over. You simply experienced a perfectly natural behaviour which happens too many of us and it took you by complete surprise. My knickers were instrumental but are not to blame it came from inside of you.”

“Oh, good,” I said, “so it was just a momentary or flash in the pan thing, I haven’t suddenly become changed in my sexuality.”

“More like a flash in the knicker department,” she chuckled. “No, but you haven’t necessarily become straight again, you could go for weeks, months, years or forever now having desires for women or never again. Who knows?”

“That’s kind of scary,”

“It’s not scary,” she said, “not for me anyway because I’ve got your interest and you certainly have mine. It’s a shame we have a table between us I could get you all worked up again or you could return the favour,” she said smiling seductively and stroking the inside of my knee under the table.

I took a few sips of lukewarm coffee to interrupt the thrill I felt from her touch and her seductive turn of phrase.

My thoughts were that it seemed she considered me to be there for the taking and I was beginning to admit to myself that she was probably right, but not now or today. I wouldn’t jump into having sex that quickly if she were a man. I’m in foreign territory here, it’s all very confusing and I haven’t decided yet if I’m willing to go through with this, I thought.

“Have you been thinking about me during the week?” she asked.

“Yes of course. How could I not?” I replied.

“What did you think?” she asked, looking at me straight in the eyes, “did you imagine what it would be like to make out with me and get your hands inside those pretty lacy knickers of mine?”

My objective today was to meet her for an open and helpful conversation to put my mind at rest but she had other intentions. I couldn't ignore that whatever I thought my body had a mind of its own. I had butterflies in my stomach, a growing sensitivity of my nipples against the material of my top and heat and wetness rising between my legs. God knows how red my face must have been.

“Well not quite like that,” I answered, “You did appear in a dream I had.”

I thought; shit, I didn’t intend to share that with her, at least not now.

“Appear?” she quipped “I hope I had a starring role. Was it erotic?”

“Yes, you did and yes, it was,” I said resigning myself to further questioning.

Leaning forward she gently squeezed my upper arm. “Did we go all the way?” she asked.

“Yes, we did,” I answered, my submission now looking like a foregone conclusion.

“You’re coming home with me now,” she said, “and I won’t take no for an answer.”

“How are we travelling?” I asked, as if it mattered in the slightest.

“Taxi.”

“Was I rough with you in your dream?” she enquired.

“No,” I answered. “I would say assertive would be more accurate.”

“I thought as much” she countered.

We promptly left the coffee shop quickly for a taxi as we were in the town centreJennifer gave the driver directions and we were driven away from the town centre. I was deep in thought and not taking any notice of where the car was travelling so when we got there I was clueless as to exactly where we were apart from being in the middle of an old housing estate.

Shit, I thought; this is just surreal. Forget the wild years of youth, parties, drinking and irresponsible sexual behaviour. Here I am in my thirties, about to have sex with someone I haven’t developed a friendship or relationship with and it’s a woman. My brain told me there was still time to back away, my body told my brain to butt out.

We arrived at a small block of flats somewhere in the suburbs, Jennifer paid the driver and we headed up to the second floor. As we walked up the stairs my imagination and anticipation and were running rife. I wondered how soon after entering her flat would she pounce on me and start stripping me. Would we even make it past the hallway?

She opened the door and ushered me in where she flicked off her shoes and I followed suit. We walked through to the living room which had a familiar layout, a two-seat sofa, armchair, coffee table, TV in the corner, bookshelves, a mock fireplace with a mirror above it and a few landscape prints on the walls.

Jennifer gestured for me to sit in the armchair she sat down opposite me at one end of the sofa folding her arms in front of her offering a facial expression that suggested a token of stubbornness.

“Katie,” she said, “I’ve done this a few times, probably more than I can remember but not loads, however more than enough to know how it usually works, this time it will be different.”

“Okay,” I replied, not knowing what the hell she was talking about.

“I’ve helped a number of curious girls with their curiosity. They have a very annoying habit of enjoying the experience of being made love to but can be reticent to reciprocate being that it’s their first time and all. Then they leave and you never hear from them again. I’ll admit it can be great fun for as they usually want the sex to be a bit rough. Anyway, it’s happened to me more often than I would like”.

“I see,” I said, “So…” I answered without being sure how to finish the question.

“What I’m saying is, I receive and give, not just give.”

“Yes,” I answered, knowing what I was agreeing to.

“Katie,” Jennifer said, looking at me now like she was ready to have me, “we are back on the train, there are no other passengers, my straight friend Carol isn’t sitting next to me and there are no cameras in the carriage.” She stood up and closed the curtains. “And the light is softer”

She wriggled on the sofa so her skirt rode up then opened her legs slightly so I could see the top of her inner thighs and that V of her white lacy thong that had me semi-hypnotized on the train.

“Now my lusty up-skirt peeping slut,” she said, “come and get it, do to me what you were lusting to do on the train.”

I thought, Oh God. The truth is I didn’t have any thoughts on the train of touching her or doing anything else I was just looking at her and felt aroused by the exposure of her underwear. I nervously raised myself from the chair crawling across to the sofa and positioning myself on my knees between her legs. I leaned in kissed her sliding my tongue between her lips. Her hand came up and caressed the back of my head. My nipples were highly sensitive and heat and wetness between my legs was taking the strip of fabric of my thong well beyond its limits.

Moving my hands up under her top I found her bare breasts which she heaved towards me as I massaged them and tweaked her hard and protruding nipples. I stopped so I could remove her sleeveless denim jacket, lifted her light hoodie and lowered my mouth to suck her remarkably long nipples, she moaned and moved in pleasure as I continued to lick, suck, nip and massage them. She loved my attention and from a receiver’s point of view, I’ve always believed this zone of a woman’s body doesn’t very often get enough time devoted to it.

My nipples were hard-wired through the stomach right down to the pussy and hers would be aching for attention soon enough but keeping her waiting a few minutes would heighten the sensitivity down there. Whilst continuing to pay attention to her breasts with my mouth I moved my hands down her sides over inner thighs to gently rub her through the moistened material of her thong. She was moaning and breathing deeply pushing her pelvis forward to increase the contact of her mound against my hand.

I kissed my way down her stomach stopping to tongue her belly button then went lower to brush my nose against that pair of lacy knickers that had started this whole thing off. Her sex had a delightful sweet as well as the musky aroma that told me she was already at a heightened state of arousal. I gently hooked my fingers around the sides of her thong, gently easing them down and moved back to allow me to slide them down her legs and away from her feet.

Jennifer shifted her bottom to the edge of the sofa opened her legs and slipped them behind my head so her knees were on my shoulders, she took hold of my head with her hands and pulled my mouth onto her bare glistening and dripping pussy. She moaned in delight arching her body and her pussy twitched with sensitivity against my mouth as my tongue explored her silkiness.

For the first time in a while, Jennifer spoke to me in a low slightly trembling voice, “Go a little faster I want you to feel me cum hard against your mouth.”

Her pussy was a delicacy as I licked up and down each side of her slit, inserting my tongue as deep as I could, I made my way to her clit whilst inserting two fingers into her, building up a rhythm of fingering her and licking her clit up and down and around in circles, she moved harder against my mouth. I could feel the tension building up in her thighs until she held my head again with her hands.

Her whole body shook, tightened and then released a series of uncontrolled spasms. The most amazing thing was feeling her thighs tightening around my head, her pussy hard against my mouth and every pulse against my lips, mouth, and chin, even the side of my face and ears through her thighs, until it subsided.

She collapsed half over the arm of the sofa to regain her breath whilst I crumpled momentarily into a heap on the floor to restore my ability to breathe normally again. My mouth and chin were covered in her delicious juices.

After a few minutes of recovery, I joined her on the sofa for a kiss and cuddle and she complimented me on my newly discovered skills. I felt very proud of myself, for someone who had never done that before she had not only enjoyed it but I had also been good enough at it to make her cum.

A short while afterwards and to my surprise, Jennifer stood up, picked her knickers from the floor put them back on, smoothed down her skirt and rolled her top down to her waist. Then she put out her hand pulling me up to a standing position.

“Your turn now,” she said, “I’m going to have fun with you. Do you still want me to be assertive with you or is pink and fluffy now the order of the day?”

“I don’t do pink and fluffy.”

“Good answer,” she replied taking me firmly by the waist and pushing me towards her bedroom.

To be continued…