Sarah excitedly waited there, her eyes staring through the front window of her boyfriend’s first-floor flat. She was hoping to catch sight of Liz’s silver Porsche, get in the car, and get out of there before anyone had a chance to see her with her older female lover.

It was the one thing that frightened her: the possibility of her family discovering that she was bisexual and was now regularly sleeping with other women. Sarah knew that her parents would almost certainly disown her if they ever found out just how sexually attracted she was to other ladies.

However, now she had a girlfriend—an older married lady called Liz—and with her came the realisation that she had a type.

Liz matched that type perfectly.

Sarah had met Liz through an adult contact magazine that her boyfriend, David, had purchased for her. It was with his full support that she had responded to Liz’s advert, and here they were, two months later, about to go on their fourth date.

Liz had just turned thirty-seven, though she could easily pass for a woman ten years younger. Her long auburn hair had a wave to it, and her chestnut eyes just drew you towards her face, which seemed to carry a unique feminine beauty. She was married to Derek and had two children.

However, it was Liz’s femininity, natural authoritative power, and above all, sexual presence that appealed to Sarah. It cut straight through Sarah’s toughened outer shell and right into her submissive core.

As Sarah stood there, she wondered what this fourth date had in store for her. Liz had promised that this one would be different from the three that had gone before it. During those, they had spent a significant amount of time in bed, engaging in the most fulfilling lesbian sex. It was sex that made Sarah realise what she had been missing, and she knew that from now on, there would always be another woman in her life.

Sarah knew she had gotten lucky when she answered that advert, as Liz was perfect for her.

Liz's car pulled up, which prompted Sarah to pick up her overnight bag and check her attire in the mirror. As requested, she was wearing her short white woollen dress; it was the same one that she had worn on her first date with Liz at the Grapevine public house.

However, this time, she wore no underwear apart from her black stockings, and with them, the key to her and David’s game, the bright gold anklet around her right ankle.

With her coat over her arm, Sarah confidently strolled out to Liz’s waiting silver Porsche, her blonde hair and unrestrained breasts bouncing with every expectant step.

“You look lovely,” Liz grinned, taking in her younger lover’s body and then noticing her stockings as she stepped into her car.

There was a brief kiss before Sarah remarked, “Can we get going?”

Sarah’s body might be reminding her of her pent-up lust for the older lady, but her mind was only thinking about the possibility of a neighbour watching them.

With a smile, Liz put her car into gear and drove away, knowing that her younger girlfriend didn’t like public signs of female affection. However, tonight was going to be a little different, as she had plans for her young lover.

As they drove west and out of town, Sarah relaxed, letting her white woollen dress ride up to show more of her long, shapely legs. It was an action not lost on Liz as she rested her hand on her young girlfriend’s thigh.

“Where are we going?”

“The Velvet Lounge Hotel… It is a special place, maybe more of a club than a hotel.”

Liz went on to explain that you had to be a “Velvet Lounge” member to stay at the hotel, which was run by a homosexual couple, friends of hers, Larry and Ronald. That membership was only available to openly gay and lesbian couples like we will be from now on.

“Will that be a problem?”

Sarah didn’t answer. Instead, she looked at the older married woman and noticed that she was not currently wearing her wedding ring.

“Sarah, this will be good for you because it will provide a supportive environment where you can open up about your sexuality. You can freely admit that you like going to bed with other girls."

They both knew that she tried to hide the fact that she was bisexual from all but her very closest friends. Liz was offering an opportunity to experience something she had always wondered about. Take her first real step into a world where she could safely experience the feeling of being openly bisexual, even a lesbian.

That excited her.

Liz continued… "We can mingle and chat with the other guests. But you will need to mention to everyone that you are a lesbian and in a relationship with me… You may have noticed that I've even removed my wedding ring, as to stay there, we need to be seen to be a couple… Sarah, it is time to be true to yourself.”

Sarah glanced out the window, thinking. Her pussy was now tingling and damp at the very thought of what Liz was offering.

She knew she wanted this!

Sarah turned towards Liz and offered, “I have no problems being both a lesbian and your partner, as we are well away from people who might know me. It is something I want to try, but I have to ask, have you been to the Velvet Lounge before?”

“Sarah, I have been there many times, primarily with my former lesbian partner, Daisy. We were together for five years. I was married at the time, so Derek knew all about it… Does that surprise you?”

“A bit, as I thought you were more of a woman who had a girl in every port.”

Liz laughed, “Oh, I am, but Daisy was different, though in some ways similar to you… Not as pretty, though.”

Sarah couldn’t help smiling at the compliment.

Liz went on to explain how she only dated girls through both college and university; it was a period in her life when she believed herself to be a lesbian. However, when she met Derek in her final year at university, things changed for her. He became an exception, and she re-evaluated her life, realising that she was, in fact, bisexual.

Liz continued… "Sarah, while I prefer being with women sexually, I am also attracted to a certain type of man. When we married, Derek knew about my sexual orientation, and he has since learnt just how much I like to be assertive. He doesn't do anything sexually without my approval."

Sarah giggled, "I don't know why, but I find myself usually attracted to older feminine women, especially if they are self-assured."

Liz smiled, “Daisy used to say something similar; I feel the need to tell you about her.”

With the hotel getting closer, Liz explained how she met Daisy in the local supermarket. They dated for five years, only ending their relationship when she moved away. That was the catalyst for Liz to put the advertisement in the adult magazine and use the three-date rule to help avoid the emotions she experienced when they parted ways.

“However, as this is our fourth date, you will now realise there are exceptions to my three-date rule, especially when it comes to beautiful, slightly submissive ladies like yourself, Sarah. I wasn’t going to mention this. But, after seeing your photos, I have never seen my husband so keen to fuck another woman, especially as it's going to be without a condom.”

Sarah giggled on hearing that.

“Derek drooled so much over your nude pictures that I had to remind him who was the boss in our relationship. This was especially true when he absentmindedly exclaimed that he reckoned you had a body born for porn.”

Sarah couldn’t help giggling again, but she went on to remind Liz that David would have to agree first, and she would most likely have to sleep with her boyfriend.

Liz just smiled, not wanting to say more.

Twenty minutes later, they drove into a West County coastal town that Sarah had never visited before. Liz pulled into an almost empty car park outside what looked like a nondescript but huge three-storey family house. It was situated high up on the hillside and overlooked the town, the beach, and the sea beyond. It seemed to Sarah an out-of-the-way place for a hotel.

“This is the place, but there is no hotel sign,” Sarah remarked as she looked around.

“You have to be a Velvet Lounge member and pre-book to stay here. They don’t want any unexpected walk-in guests, and that is part of the reason this place remains so special… Sarah, we have fifteen minutes to wait, as we cannot check in until one pm, and remember when we do that, we are a couple, so no looking at men!”

Sarah giggled, “I could get used to that,” her eyes now taking in Liz’s body.

Liz was dressed in an expensive dark business suit; the skirt was maybe a little shorter than normal, and her legs were covered with ten-denier nylon. It made Sarah wonder if the older lady was also wearing stockings.

It was with a sudden urgency that the ladies kissed; Sarah was now somewhat relaxed. Her body was ready to give in to Liz’s advances once again as she felt a hand on her thigh. Small caresses as Liz’s fingers slid up towards her expectant pussy. As they approached, Sarah’s legs almost automatically opened, wanting to be intimately touched and fingered until she came.

“God, I could get used to this,” Sarah whispered as Liz’s fingers briefly dipped into her already engorged pussy. She added, “I have been so looking forward to this.”

Her senses were now heightened, waiting for the next gentle touch.

“I know it has only been a few days since we last met, Sarah, but I wanted this too. That was partially why I cancelled this week’s plans.”

Then, between kisses, Liz whispered, “We've got a few minutes before we can check in. I want you naked, Sarah. So take your dress off, just like you did when you walked back to my hotel room from the Grapevine car park.”

“You saw that?”

“Yes, I admit that I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. That’s why I want to see you naked here and now.”

Sarah smiled and then kissed Liz more forcefully before saying, “It's daylight, Liz, and too public.”

With a knowing smile, Liz dipped her finger into Sarah’s wetness and then used her moist digits to gently caress between her girlfriend’s legs, though never touching Sarah’s clitoris. She didn’t want her to cum yet; first, she wanted to have a little fun.

“We both know you want to, Sarah… If you do this, after checking in, I'll fuck you with my strap-on and make you cum like never before.”

A murmur of a groan escaped Sarah's mouth when she heard that. Liz’s fingers may have been doing wonders to her pussy, but she needed a fuck. Another louder groan escaped her lips as she thought back to earlier in the week and when Liz had fucked her with her strap-on.

Sarah also knew that what Liz had just said was true; she was a closet exhibitionist. She wanted to take the risk and expose all of her body. So she scanned her surroundings once more and, with caution, removed her belt, allowing it to drop into the Porsche's footwell.

Liz was pleased, as she realised how willing her younger girlfriend was to fulfil her request.

With one smooth movement, Sarah pulled the woollen dress over her head, her large, voluptuous breasts bouncing into view. Their long, pink nipples that crowned them were erect and briefly drew Liz’s eyes before her mouth came down once again on Sarah’s.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” She whispered just before their lips touched.

Sarah managed to mumble a “yes,” though her eyes carried on scanning the surroundings, her body ready to duck down at the slightest movement.

“Open your legs, Sarah. Spread them wide for me, but you are not to cum. Do you hear me? You are not too cum.”

Sarah did as requested, her pussy now alive and suddenly needy. She was on edge, her eyes worried, scanning the almost empty parking lot for any movement, yet her cunt was so turned on.

Liz’s mouth was giving her little affectionate kisses, which started on her face but soon worked a little lower and found her sensitive neck.

Sarah gasped, knowing that it would not take a lot of Liz’s attention to make her cum.

“At the Grapevine I saw how much you got off exposing yourself to Greta, so why not pull your pussy open and show pink?”

Sarah stifled a moan as she did as instructed. Her mind thought back to all those times she used to pose like this in front of her bedroom mirror. It was when she used to imagine herself as the centrefold model in one of the adult magazines she used to “borrow” unknowingly from her parent's hidden stash.

With a hungry desire in her eyes, Liz’s mouth worked lower, her unusually long tongue now licking around Sarah’s left nipple as the older lady's fingers caressed the inside of her girlfriend's thigh, daring not to touch her hungry hole. She only wanted her girlfriend to ride that wave of ecstasy and bliss, teeter there, not fall over the edge and cum… After all, she had plans for the rest of the day.

“You are not to cum,” Liz once again ordered as she wrapped her lips around Sarah’s long nipple.

Sarah stifled another moan, her eyes now closed, not caring. She tried to recite the alphabet backwards, just like her boyfriend did when he was trying not to ejaculate. Then, with a sense of relief, Liz's mouth moved away from her nipple. Sarah gasped for air, little tremors pulsating through her body.

“You have the most perfect tits, Sarah,” Liz announced as she sat up, her hand now just exploring the younger woman’s breast contours. She then added, “Among other things, I am attracted to women’s boobs, and as I have just mentioned, yours are perfect. But it seems you like exposing yourself, don’t you?”

Sarah weakly smiled at the compliment and realised that she hadn’t moved. She was fully naked, her legs spread wide, her fingers pulling her labia apart, and her sweetness now leaking from her and filling the car with the smell of her essence.

“Yes, Liz… It's my weakness; David knows it, and it didn’t take long for my first lover to discover it. The thought of showing my body off has always sexually excited me, though it has to be in the right environment. David tells me that I am a closet exhibitionist.”

“My type, then,” Liz warmly replied with a smile before telling Sarah that it was time to put her dress back on.

As Sarah brushed her hair, Liz asked, “So you won’t mind me exposing your body?”

“I don’t mind, but in the right place, this was a little on the extreme side for me. However, I see it is now one pm, and I need you to fuck me—just like you promised.”

“We better check in then,” Liz chuckled.

They retrieved their overnight bags. Then together, they pulled Liz’s pastel yellow case, their hands just touching, into the Velvet Lounge Hotel.

Sarah and Liz found themselves in a small reception area, which once would have been the house’s hallway. The walls were painted a light blue, and a white door to their right had a sign saying "office." Down the long hallway, they could see the stairs and a small lift.

Directly in front of them was a small, white wooden counter with dark blue Christmas tinsel strung on it. On its top was a sign saying Reception and a gold bell, which Liz pressed, as there seemed to be no one around.

“Have we come to the right place?” Sarah enquired as she continued to look around.

She then noticed to her left, past the Christmas tree, a set of double doors with a sign above them saying, “The Velvet Lounge.”

“I guess we have,” she then muttered almost to herself, slightly disappointed that it was so quiet.

“This is the place, Sarah. Because of your needy pussy, we just got here a little early, and that’s all. Larry or Ronald will be here soon.”

Liz rang the bell again and pulled Sarah close before kissing her and whispering, “Relax, and remember we are a couple.”

“I am just looking forward to getting to our room, Liz,” which caused the older lady to smile and once again kiss Sarah, this time a little longer and firmer.

“Young love.”

Those two words caused Sarah to jump and then blush as she saw a tall, older man with grey hair and a matching moustache standing there.

“Ronald, it's delightful to see you again,” Liz remarked, not seeming to be at all bothered.

“You too, Liz,” came the reply, and they air-kissed before Ronald’s attention turned to Sarah. “And who is this charming creature?”

“This is my girlfriend, Sarah. We started dating a couple of months ago, but I like to think this one is a keeper.”

Sarah felt herself blush, her head dropping low to cover it. This felt so new and exciting, having another woman tell a stranger that they were in a lesbian relationship. This was something she could never do back home.

She looked up; Ronald was warmly smiling at her, and he took Sarah's hand, kissed it, and said, "My princess."

Those two words caused Sarah to blush once again, as that was what her father often called her.

“This is Sarah’s first time here,” Liz stated.

“You must show Sarah the Velvet Lounge; we are currently getting it ready for Christmas, and I don’t believe there are any other guests in there.”

“I will, but Sarah’s currently in need of a bed,” Liz replied as if her girlfriend wasn’t there.

“Oh... young love,” Ronald chuckled, his eyes turning towards Sarah.

“I’m tired,” Sarah injected. Knowing her face was glowing red, but there was nowhere to hide, her face turned an even deeper shade of red when Ronald and Liz chose to laugh at her reply.

It made her feel suddenly defiant, so she stated, “Though, I'd like to see the Velvet Lounge first.”

“Liz, do you want a smoking or non-smoking room?”

“Smoking, please.”

It was the answer that had Sarah glance up, as she didn’t know Liz smoked, and because David didn’t like her doing it, she rarely indulged.

With the key in her girlfriend’s hand, Sarah signed her name under Liz's. As she wrote, it felt strange to see both of their names together in a box labelled "couple."

It was at that moment that the hotel front door opened, and two ladies who were probably in their early fifties walked in. Both of them were pulling travel cases.

“Ah, the Lee twins, so lovely to see you,” Ronald exclaimed as his attention turned to his new guests.

Leaving the cases behind, Liz took Sarah’s hand and led her into the Velvet Lounge. As they walked, the older woman said, "Apart from this hotel being only open to gay couples, it is this room that makes it so special."

Sarah's eyes immediately noticed the murky purple walls and the dark crimson of the well-worn leather furniture. The room was big, stretching right to the rear of the hotel, where there was a set of French doors. She imagined that in the summer they would be open and lead out into the hotel garden, which she could just make out through the glass. But, despite its size and colour scheme, the room felt warm and friendly.

Liz explained, “It might be a big room, but because of the way the furniture is arranged, it always feels cosy, especially when they light an open fire, and over there is an honesty bar.”

Sarah looked towards the small, well-stocked bar; next to it was a large Christmas tree, and beyond it, she noticed for the first time a piano.

“Does anyone play?” she then asked, pointing to it.

“Larry does. When you meet him, you will realise he is quite flamboyant—a real entertainer. He used to work in the entertainment industry, and I'm sure he will tell you all about it.

Can you play the piano, Sarah?”

“I’ve had a few lessons, but for various reasons, I have not touched a keyboard in over a year.”

Something then caught Sarah’s eye. “Why is there a bright pink cushion with the word ‘truth’ written on it?” She pointed to it and added, “It seems out of place.”

“That is the honesty cushion, Sarah… If Ronald or Larry believes the room is too quiet, they will gently throw it towards someone. Once they catch it, they will ask a question, which will require a prompt and honest answer.

Afterwards, the cushion holder has a choice. They either return it without a question or pass it to another guest with a similar question and so on… It is an icebreaker, Sarah.”

“So, as it's my first visit, am I going to have the bright pink cushion thrown at me tonight?”

“Probably, they like newbies to mix, but there are no hard rules here, Sarah. This hotel is a place where you can relax and meet couples of similar sexual orientation. But I think it is time to take you to our bedroom.”

With one last look, Sarah took Liz’s hand, and they headed for their room.

Author's Note: All characters engaged in sexual acts are 18+ ©2025 wxt55uk. This story may not be reproduced in any manner without the express permission of the author.