What happened to me shook me to my core.
Don't get me wrong: I'm not upset that it happened, certainly, but it's made me question everything.
I've always been straight. Every sexual fantasy I've ever had has involved men. The old phrase "tall, dark and handsome" didn't just come out of nowhere. A chiseled man can turn me into jelly, but a beautiful woman just makes me feel competitive.
Let me start at the beginning. I've never been a social butterfly. I went through all of high school and college with my nose in books. I'm pretty sure now that I missed out on a lot. After graduating college I got an accounting job that I hate. I guess that's really when I started hoping that I could find at least a good love life to make up for it.
I came to discover immediately that I am woefully unprepared for the dating scene. I've tried all of the dating apps and had a couple of first dates, but the guys were just... disappointing. It's the latest try that wound up going sideways in a way I couldn't have predicted.
We agreed to meet at a local bar. I got there on time and nursed a glass of wine while I was waiting. When he was 20 minutes late I was a little miffed, but still hopeful, but it turned into an hour and I just couldn't believe it.
Out of nowhere, she appeared and said I looked like I was waiting for someone. She was a little taller than me and was dressed to impress like me and every other woman in the place. She had on a strapless number that showed off her arms and shoulders. The muscles in her arms somehow looked strong and soft at the same time, like she worked out, but not too much. She had soft red-brown hair and just a few freckles. But her vivid green eyes stood out the most. Her smile exuded friendliness, and completely disarmed me.
I told her I was waiting for a guy who was an hour late and her smile morphed into a concerned frown. We got to talking about dating and along the way she bought us more wine. I totally missed what she was doing because she was a woman. I am 100% sure that if a guy had done the same thing I would have seen it coming. Not that I would have minded that, but I would have at least recognized it for what it was.
But after a few glasses of wine and being despondent about my dating life she reached in and kissed me. And I don't know how, but that kiss was exactly the right thing I needed at that exact moment. But my brain couldn't process it properly. It felt right, but wrong. She kissed me again and this time I felt my lips kiss her back. She was wearing just a hint of something jasmine and the touch of her lips made my blood rush a little faster.
My brain tried feebly to make one last attempt to point out that this was not what I expected. I tried to put that thought to words, but she stopped me and said, "You don't have to be anything you don't want to be."
I felt her hand moving along my torso, getting closer and closer to my breast and it excited me. I closed my eyes and stifled a moan as she kissed the side of my neck and nibbled on my ear. I heard her say, "Come with me," and she took my hand and led me outside to the street.
She hailed a cab and dragged me into it. I reached to shut the door behind us and as soon as I turned back, she engulfed me in kisses and groping hands. I was overwhelmed with a heady combination of indecision and pleasure with the sensations I was getting from the constantly moving hands moving across my body. The feelings occupied my entire consciousness until I heard the cab door open and I was back on the sidewalk being dragged towards an unfamiliar brownstone, through the front door and into a nearby apartment.
Once inside, I found myself in a fairly nondescript living room. There was a couch, an abstract painting on the wall... I don't remember much of anything else except standing in the middle of the room with her in front of me kissing me. She then moved around behind me to kiss the side of my neck from behind. She forced her hands under my arms to caress my breasts from behind. I closed my eyes and felt little electric bolts from my nipples zapping down to my crotch. I felt her move her hand downward and push in on my dress at my crotch. I could feel my wetness and a distant part of my brain marveled that it was happening.
The hand disappeared and reappeared at the center of my back and I felt the zipper of my dressed being lowered and the dress getting looser as a consequence. The top of the dress fell forward off my shoulders and then down and landed around my feet. I could feel the cool room air on my skin and took a sharp inward breath. I could feel the hands work the catches on my bra and it soon joined the dress on the ground. The hands came back to my breasts, tweaking my nipples directly now, with no fabric in the way. I moaned my approval and felt my pussy clench. Again, one hand snaked down to my crotch and landed directly on top of my panty-covered sex. I knew there was no way to hide my arousal from her even if I wanted to.
She reappeared in front of me and led me over to the couch and had me sit. She took a step back and I watched as she reached behind her and unzipped her own dress and let it fall off of her. She wore a black bra and reached behind her to remove it as well, revealing her breasts, which were large, but perky. She tweaked her nipples and gave a moan of her own. I never would have thought the sight was as hot as it was in that moment. She was stunning. She had just the right amount of tomboy look to her. It gave her an unmistakable, almost masculine air of power and authority. Following her lead was automatic; natural, even.