I do not often frequent "lesbian bars" unless I am in the mood for a girl... which is often.
Last Friday night, I dropped into one and immediately noticed a beautiful raven-haired, blue-eyed beauty (my weakness, truth be told) standing alone at the bar sipping something out of a large glass.
I approached her and asked if she would like to dance. She agreed, and since it was a slow song, we were able to hold each other tightly, and I liked the way her body felt against mine.
Then I took a big breath of her hair and neck, and I noticed her unique scent... Something very sexual and vaguely like some "animal". Like she'd spent the day in a forest, doing forest-friendly things, taking pictures of a deer or letting a bunch of bunnies watch her while she masturbated then swam naked in a stream.
I asked her, "I just love your perfume, can you please tell me its name?" I continued, "My name is Leslie, may I know yours?"
She smiled at me and said, "I am Courtney, genuinely nice to meet you, and I am not wearing perfume. I was out in the forest today, and what you are smelling is Mother nature."
I looked at her and replied, "Well, let us get Mother nature’s recipe. We will make millions."
She kissed my cheek and said, “I will let you know the minute I get the recipe."
We continued dancing, and I was getting intoxicated by her scent, and the cocktails surely did not hurt either.
"So, Courtney," I whispered. "Do you smoke?"
"I do not,“ she replied.
"Neither do I, but won't you join me for a few minutes in the smoker's corral outback?”
"Sure." We linked arms and made for the back door leading to the purgatory to which the city had banished all smokers.
Once outside, I kissed her. I was pleased to see we were alone. It was a deep kiss full of passion and promise.
"Leslie. I did not come here to dance or chat. I want a woman I can go home with or take home, and I want several hours of hot raw, uncomplicated sex. I hope you are that woman."
"I have never been readier,“ she whispered gently.
Hand in hand, we left for Courtney’s place.
I told Courtney, "Your house is so large, and it is beautiful. How do you find the time to take care of it?"
Courtney replied, “I have a cleaning service and a gardener who comes once a week. My cleaning lady comes tomorrow morning, and she is incredibly attractive. Maybe she would join us for a nice girl threesome."
Courtney walked and grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses and asked, “May I offer you a glass of wine?”
I nodded my head, yes, and we sat down on the couch.
We began kissing and playfully fondling each other.
I said to Courtney, “This is turning out to be a fantastic evening.”
We kissed for minutes, which turned into hours.
Courtney stood up and said, “I forgot to show you my bedroom. Please let me show you."
Courtney walked down the hallway letting her dress fall to the ground as she walked.
Courtney turned and faced me, and I whispered to her, "Lay back in the bed. I think your pussy needs some attention.”
