Part One

The sky had darkened and the temperature had dropped a good ten degrees, all in the space of forty minutes. A loud crack of thunder and a vivid pulse of lightning heralded the arrival of rain. Heavy rain, each droplet full and heavy slamming into the pavement, quickly changing the pale grey slabs to a dark glistening black.

I stood in the doorway of my salon watching the gutters flood and small rivers start to flow across the piazza. Shoppers were covering their heads with bags and newspapers as they ran for cover, slipping and sliding across the walkways.

I crossed my arms rubbing my hands against the bare flesh which had pimpled against the cold and started to turn away from the door to seek comfort deeper inside, away from the wind which had swept this summer downpour into town.

As I turned a flash of red caught my eye. A woman in a red summer dress was running down my side of the square, her long brown hair streaming behind her and her arms out for balance as she slithered along the slick paving.

Just as she passed by my windows her luck ran out, wedge heels may be as sexy as hell but they were never designed for running in. Her legs splayed and her dress rode embarrassingly high up her thighs and down she went.

I quickly stepped out of my doorway offering a hand. She was sitting on her ass, legs still splayed and showing her underwear. The rain still flowed now forking around her in solid streams.

“Here, take my hand,” I offered crouching toward her as the wind rattled the shutters of my salon.

Pulling her up I led her inside closing the door behind us.

“Oh my god you’re soaked, ” I remarked, stating the obvious, “Let me get you something dry to put on.” Quickly stepping behind the reception desk I produced a thick white waffle robe and offered it to her. “Just step through the louvre doors and there’s a changing room on your right,” I said pointing to the far corner.

A brief few minutes later and she returned wrapped tightly in the robe. Towelling her hair with one hand she clutched her dress and shoes in the other.

A rueful smile on her face she offered her thanks, “I’ve always meant to come in here, just not this way.”

“Let me hang your clothes to dry and I will make us a hot drink,” I replied taking the sodden bundle from her arms.

We settled in the oasis area, soft comfy recliners around an indoor fountain and leafy green plants. It was softly lit and warmed by hidden led heat lamps. I'd designed it to be a relaxation zone for clients before and after their treatments.

Sipping from her liquorice tea she smiled and said, “I’m Julie and I can’t thank you enough for your kindness.”

“I’m Sophie and it’s nothing really,” I smiled back at her. “It’s a quiet day and it’s good to have someone to speak to.”

Looking around taking in the wall art and niks naks Julie said how much she liked the décor and what a relaxing ambience the place had

I proudly explained how I had bought an old bakery, stripped out the fittings and created the spa from scratch, getting art students from the local college to paint the murals on the walls and ceilings in exchange for free treatments and massages.

Thirty minutes later and we were chatting like old friends. I can’t recall being so comfortable with someone so quickly. Rising from my seat I checked on Julie’s clothes. “Your dress is dry and not too creased or grubby but your bra and thong are still damp,” I reported back.

“Well I guess it will be commando for me then,” she laughed back unfolding her long legs and rising from her lounger to walk over and take the dress.

Walking out of the changing area and back in her dress and shoes with her hair pulled back in a scrunchie I was struck by how striking Julie was; high cheek bones and large dark eyes complimented by the dark chestnut hair.

“It’s been lovely meeting you Sophie and again I can’t thank you enough for your kindness,” Julie stepped forward and lightly pecked me on either cheek. “As a thank, you would you have dinner with me tomorrow evening, my treat,” she continued

“Really there's no need but yes I would love to,” I replied, noticing how large and erect her nipples had become during our brief embrace, how the thin fabric of her summer dress was stretched tightly over them.

Part Two

It’s eight o clock the following evening and my cab has dropped me off outside Giuseppe’s in the centre of town. I’m struck by how modern and sleek the exterior is; smoked glass set in gleaming chrome frames, nothing like the usual red and green paintwork with chequered table cloths that I would expect of an Italian restaurant.

Upon entering I am approached by the Maître d’ and I explain that I am meeting Miss Julie Haig. He leads me to an intimate corner table. I am the first to arrive. I hand over my coat and accept the offered chair.

I‘ve had my hair done and my senior assistant at the spa has buffed, sugared and polished me until I glow. I’m wearing a lightweight summer dress. It’s a very subtle floral pattern with a flowing skirt and I’ve teamed it with tan thigh highs and heels. I’ve always liked to dress up but for some reason it seemed more important than normal to look good for this evening.

At this point Julie walked in and over to the table She had already handed her mac to the Maître d’ and was speaking with him about the weather and his family.

Somewhere along the line, my heart rate had accelerated and my breathing stopped. I reacted to this woman, a woman that I barely knew in a way that I had never reacted to anybody before.

I should explain, Julie was wearing a dark ink blue dress with very sheer glossy nylons and tall black spike heels. The dress was silk and hugged and accentuated her tall curvy figure, just brushing her knees. Her long flowing chestnut hair bounced as she moved with feline grace.

I rose from my seat and we touched cheeks before we both sat, and again her nipples were taught against the fabric of the dress. I felt a tightness in my stomach, that hit of adrenaline that precedes the unexpected.

I don’t remember ever having had such a perfect evening. Our conversation flowed like old friends and the food and drink were amazing. Our waiter was friendly and attentive and it was obvious that Julie was a regular customer.

Throughout the meal, I was so conscious of Julie’s beauty, her hair, dark and glossy, her high cheekbones and olive skin, her eyes, so large and dark that I felt that I could dive into them, Oh and those nipples, so full and hard the entire time.

Eventually, the meal was over; three courses with coffee, liqueurs and mints. There was nothing more to be had and yet I wanted the evening to carry on. As if sensing my thoughts or maybe just giving voice to her own desires Julie suggested taking a cab back to her apartment,

“I only live five minutes away, why don’t you come back and we can have another drink and chat some more.”

Trying hard not to gush I replied, ”Mmm yes, I would love that.”

We stood to get our coats, my eyes lingering on a flash of nylon thigh and I got another hit of adrenaline this time accompanied by a distinct moistening of my pussy, and I could feel my cheeks redden.

Part Three

True to her word a five-minute drive saw us back at her apartment block; a small converted warehouse in the old riverside part of town.

As we exited the cab our hands brushed and I caught a sudden breath of her perfume, deep and warm with hints of jasmine and oriental nights.

I could feel my pulse racing and knew that my lacy thong panties were not only wet but had ridden up between my now engorged labia.

An old style freight elevator took us up the three floors to her apartment, it was like something out of a movie with its sliding wooden gate. Inside her apartment was stunning, a bare brick industrial look with a bank of windows overlooking the riverside.

I walked over to the windows. The view irresistible and Julie followed me to the Smokey glass.

“It’s stunning, I can’t get enough of this view,” she commented reaching for my coat.

I turned to agree but my voice trapped in my throat as I noticed how she had opened the uppermost buttons of her dress revealing the tops of her firm olive globes.

Instead, by way of reply, I just stepped forward and planted my lips firmly against hers, my body on fire with fear and anticipation.

Julie’s lips parted allowing entry to my tongue, her own tongue meeting mine as we locked in embrace . For endless minutes we just hugged as our tongues danced a tango of passion. Finally, we each stepped back, still holding hands and let our eyes meet.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” I stuttered, feeling the need to apologise, but it was my guilt speaking not my now sopping pussy.

Julie placed her finger against my lips, “Shh, I’ve been wanting to do that all evening, in fact, if I’m honest since you leant over me on the pavement yesterday.”

With that she released my hands and stepping forward again she kissed me long and hard whilst cupping my ass in both hands. I allowed my throbbing mound to be drawn against her own. I could feel her heat.

“Where are my manners? I asked you in for a drink," she giggled breaking contact again, “More wine, cognac or would you prefer coffee? ”

“A Cognac would be lovely,” I responded, breathing deeply to calm my racing pulse.

Julie quickly poured two generous measures of the deep amber liquid and lead the way to her couch. Large, overstuffed and in bottle green leather it was positioned to make the most of the view.

“I love your dress, the silk just clings to your figure,” I offered as I accepted my glass.

“Enough that I should keep it on?” her eyes were full of mischief, “Or maybe I should slip it off?”

After pausing to take a long sip of my drink whilst openly ogling her breasts I decided to go for broke, “Beautiful though it is I’m sure what’s underneath is even better,” I replied

With that, Julie rose from the couch positioning herself directly between me and the windows and reached behind for the zip. I froze, all I could hear was the zipper parting and then the dark silk fluttered to the floor leaving Julie in her sheer black thigh highs and heels, no panties and no bra as such, just two strips of adhesive tape to hold her firm breasts in place.

“If you want anything else off you will have to take it yourself,” her tone firm like her body. Julie looked at me, challenging me to respond.

You can do this I told myself holding her gaze and rising on shaky legs. Never breaking eye contact I slowly parted the buttons on my dress before slipping it off my shoulders, allowing my breasts to show. Then I dropped the dress to the floor. I stood there in my best lingerie, plunge bra and micro thong, deep brown lace against my pale skin.

Julie smirked and slowly drew a finger along the line of her pussy, “Oh Fuck, Sophie, look what you’ve done to me,” with that she quickly stepped forward and wiped her juice across my lips, slipping her finger into my mouth. “Taste me,” she instructed.

My first taste of another girl’s cum; not so tangy as mine, sweeter almost fruity and I knew that I wanted more. Dropping to my knees I buried my face between her thighs, inhaling the muskiness of her arousal.

I don’t know why but unbidden by concious thought my tongue flicked out and across her mound before its tip parted her slick folds.

Julie gripped my hair pulling my face into her moistness, “Oh yes, fuck yes,” I could hear her moaning as she rubbed her pussy against my face.

I was licking and sucking, just responding to her moans, my face now coated in girl cum.

Her orgasm hit and hit hard. Her body wracked with spasms, her every muscle tense she screamed and suddenly my mouth was full of her cum. It ran down my chin. I could feel droplets on my breasts and her thigh highs were wet against my ears.

“Oh fuck,” she panted, and then releasing her grip on my hair she sank to her knees before kissing me deeply. “Thank you, that was awesome, and I thought you were straight.” She then continued to kiss and lick my face clean of her cum.

“I am straight or at least I’ve always thought of myself as straight,” I answered her, sitting back and resting on my hands.

“No hun, no straight girl eats pussy like that,” she laughed back and kicked off her heels.

I laughed too, not sure that I had ever been as happy with another person as I was with Julie then.

“So you can eat pussy like a lifelong lesbian but can you take it too? ” With that she pushed me flat onto the floor before lifting my legs and pulling off my thong.

Quick as a cat she was perched on my thighs, her breasts still in their tape and just out of my reach. Her hands reaching for my bra and slipping the small catch at the front.

Then her teeth were gripping and teasing my nipples, tugging them to the point of pain before releasing them for her tongue to soothe. Again and again she repeated this. Sitting up straight she pulled the tape, freeing herself and then leant forward rubbing her breasts against my own. I had never known such pleasure. I’ve always known how sensitive my breasts were but my boyfriends had barely given them any attention and nothing like this.

I was aware of my building arousal, my moans growing louder, that familiar tingle in my lower stomach and the ever increasing wetness between my thighs. Then it stopped, there was nothing. I briefly felt like crying before Julie’s tongue hit my lips.

Her tongue parted my sodden lips like a rapier, in and out, in and out, her hot breath hit my mound, her nose nudged my engorged clit and that tongue just got deeper and deeper. I was screaming, somewhere in my consciousness I could hear myself but I had no control over my body.

I was on the edge of my biggest orgasm ever and she stopped again, “Fuck me, Fuck me til I cum, please I’m begging you.” I was bucking my hips in frustration when I felt something smooth and soft and slick being pushed into my pussy.

Was it a cloth? It was kind of smooth and long and actually it felt good. I had to see. Raising my head to look down between my slick thighs at my throbbing pussy I could just see the lacy top of one of Julie’s thigh highs hanging out between my lips.

“Ready to cum my darling?” innocently enquired a smiling Julie, the heel of one hand above my swollen throbbing clit, the other holding the stocking top and idly rubbing the rough lace against my swollen lips.

I nodded and moaned, desperate in my desire to cum. Her mouth hit my stretched clit, sucking it between her lips as she pulled the slick nylon from between my, oh so sensitive labia.

I lost it, I screamed, I bucked and I shouted, my orgasm ripped me apart. Cum flooded from me soaking Julie’s face. Every cell of my body was alive, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

Then it stopped and Julie was holding me in her arms, my cheek against her breasts, our cum mixing and drying on her skin, “Sophie, I’m pleased to tell you that you are most definitely lesbian,” she whispered, “Oh, and I very much think I love you.”

I looked up into those dark liquid eyes and replied, “I love you too, Julie Haig.”