This story is partly true. I will leave it to you, the reader, to decide where the paths of reality and fiction diverge. It is, hopefully, the first in a series of partly true stories that could have happened if a different comment, action, or opportunity had presented itself. It all depends on how this story is received, whether I write some more. I hope you enjoy it.

My name is Joy. I am 35 years old, and I consider myself and my life quite ordinary. I am married to Eric and have two wonderful children. We live in a small village not too far from the city. To say our sex life is vanilla would probably be an understatement, but I can, and do, have private fantasies that I imagine when masturbating. My husband and I have never revealed our fantasies to each other. Eric is a bit of a prude, to be quite honest, but we do love each other, and I would never cheat on him.

Ok, so, to the story ...

My company's Christmas Dinner Dance was held at one of the best hotels nearby. I wore a red, fitted Chinese-style outfit—short, tight, and out of character—but it made me feel confident and, for the first time in ages, truly sexy.

We had met our friends Kay and Ivan at the bar before dinner. As a couple, we’d shared countless nights and spent many weekends camping together. There were always adventures and plenty of flirting—but nothing further. Although I’m not a lesbian and have never even kissed another woman, I’d always had a fantasy about Kay. She exuded confidence and sexuality, which made me a bit envious. I knew she and Ivan enjoyed an adventurous sex life, judging from Kay’s own tipsy stories or when she’d had a spliff.

We had met at a party that one of Ivan's and my co-workers was throwing. Ivan had recently joined the company, and this was his first social gathering. His wife, Kay, joined him at the party, and we hit it off immediately. We became close friends, and our kids became friends with their kids, too.

Anyway, the night was going well, with laughs and drinks flowing.

There was an “altercation” with one of the guy's wives, who accused me of trying to take her husband and was being an absolute bitch to me . Although not surprising, as I was one of the very few females in a male-dominated business, I was absolutely shocked and hurt. So upset that I started crying and ran out of the dance hall.

Kay noticed this and came out after me. She caught up with me when I had made it out of the front door.

We talked about it, and she started to calm me down. She has a way of helping with things like that. Not that I have experienced it firsthand, but I have seen her defuse a number of situations. She takes me and cuddles me as she talks, each sentence taking me down a little further towards calm! I feel the warmth of her body, holding me tightly, and I notice the sweet, sexy smell of her.

I'm still crying, and I can't shake the cruel and unfounded words that the other woman threw at me. Kay holds me a little tighter and tells me that everything will be fine. She strokes my hair while she cuddles me. This helps to take my mind off things because, although I am upset, there is a tingle in my pussy and my mind starts to let go of the anger, a different emotion spreading upwards to my nipples and head. I  let her carry on, but it's December, and it's bloody freezing! After a while, we both notice how cold it is out there and that we are shivering.

She suggests we go inside where it's warm. I force a laugh and say, "I thought you'd never ask!" We both laughed

We go back into the hotel, and she leads me to the bathroom to get cleaned up. She guides me inside to the plush toilets.

It really is a posh place, with marble worktops and basins as well as real towels, not your normal paper rubbish! There are armchairs and expensive hand wash  & creams.

She tries to help me sort myself out, my hair and makeup, but as I ran out of the dance hall, I left my handbag with all my stuff at the dance.

She kisses me on the cheek and says, "Now, stop crying, I can sort you out. It's all going to be OK"

She starts cleaning me up, wiping my face, drying up my tears and smoothing down my hair.

Once I am neatly sorted, she excuses herself to go to the toilet.

I sit in the plush chair waiting for her, and we chat through the door. Thankfully, no one came in, or they would have thought that I was talking to myself.

When she’s finished, she opens the door and just stands there.

I look up, and what I see makes my jaw drop, and my eyes pop. She is naked from the waist down. She says, "Joy, can I ask for your help?"

I just stare. I have never seen anything so beautiful. Her pussy is completely shaved, and her pussy lips are swollen and glistening with moisture.

My own pussy twitched, and I could feel the moisture building with anticipation. I have fantasised about fingering her pussy for so long, and now, was she going to ask for a sexual favour, to finger her pussy?

But I’m scared she doesn't mean what I think she wants me to do.

I say, "Of course, what do you need?"

She looks me in the eye and says, "Come here," in a kind of provocative, but dominant way.

I slowly walk towards her, taking her all in, those very shapely and sexy legs, her beautifully shaved pussy. I could see her nipples were hard and protruding through her bra, under her top. I wanted to feel them and, more, lick and suck them. They have been the subject of many of my masturbation fantasies ever since we met.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a lesbian, but ever since I met Kay, I have fantasised about having sex with her. I have also started noticing other beautiful women and wondering what it might be like to kiss them, or finger them, or even lick their pussies. I often wonder what their pussies would look like: full "natural" pubes, neatly trimmed or completely bald.

I look up. She is staring me in the eye with a wicked grin.

That wicked grin!  The grin I have seen so often when things are about to get wild!

I am hardly breathing because I can't believe what is happening, and I don't want the sound of my breathing to break the spell.

Am I going to eventually touch her? Does she want me to? I really, really want to, but I also don’t want to spoil the wonderful friendship that we have. I don’t want a slap in the face and then have to explain to Eric and Ivan that I got it so wrong if she storms off and goes back to the boys.

I think to myself that I could always just blame the drink and say that I misunderstood what was going on. I was drunk and would never think of doing such a thing if I were sober.

But my desire is driving me forward. I want her. I want all of her.

"Fuck it! I’m going for it, and to hell with the consequences," I tell myself.

I get to the cubicle and say, "What do you need from me? What do you want me to do?"

She ushers me into the cubicle, closes the door behind us and locks it.

She turns me around and gives me a small push on my shoulders. I stagger back a bit, and the toilet catches me behind my knee. I have no choice but to sit down on the toilet.

The butterflies in my stomach have now transferred to my pussy.

What is she going to do? Am I reading this wrong, and she is just going to console me over the earlier "event" back in the ballroom?

She moves forward and straddles me, placing a leg on each side of me. Her pussy stretches, and I see her juices are more prominent now.

I get the sense that she, too, is sexually aroused.

She sits down on my knees, facing me and looks into my eyes. Even that gets my juices flowing, and the butterflies are now going wild!

She reaches up and, using both hands, begins to comb through my hair, all the while glancing back into my eyes and smiling.

She pulls my head forward a bit and gently kisses my forehead. I smile and put my hands on her waist.

Then, she kisses each cheek. First, my left, then my right. I feel so warm and safe with her. I know she would never do anything to hurt me. But now, I want her, like I've never wanted anyone before, far less another woman.

Slowly, while looking into my eyes after each kiss, she moves a little towards my mouth with the next kiss.

I am in heaven

Edging closer each time, she gets to my mouth and kisses me on the lips. It’s so gentle and sweet. Our first kiss. I have dreamt about it, and now, she is kissing me.

I want more.  My eyes are closed, but ... nothing.

I’m waiting and wanting more.

Nothing.

I open my eyes, and she’s smiling at me. Just looking. And smiling with that wicked grin.

She leans forward, and our lips meet. Her lips are soft and sweet.

I open my mouth, and my tongue starts to explore her mouth. She uses her tongue, and we are wrestling in each other's mouths, tongues darting in and out, kissing hard and deep.

I can’t get enough of her. It’s frantic!

I run my hands up her sides, over her silky top and search out those fantastic breasts. Slowly, I cup them both and can feel her nipples, rock hard, pushing her bra, demanding attention.

I find her nipples and, with a little pressure, squeeze and roll them between my thumbs and forefingers.

Her tongue goes into overdrive in my mouth, and I suck her tongue in, filling my mouth and savouring her taste.

I remove my hands from her breast and run them all over her body. Her hands are still in my hair, and as I’m touching her and she is straddling me, naked from the waist down, I reach around and feel her ass. An amazing ass! I squeeze her ass cheeks as our kisses find a new level of urgency.

I drag my hands from her ass, around her hips, down to her thighs and then on to her knees, then run my hands back up her thighs, reaching the top and letting my thumbs run up her pussy lips, which are, by now, lubricated and swollen. My thumb finds her clitoris, and I feel her whole body shiver as I rub her clit and flick it, back and forth.

I take my hands away and replace playing with her clit with my thumb, and insert my finger into her very wet pussy.

I get to feel something very interesting. It’s smooth. And slippery.

She throws back her head and moans. I take the opportunity and kiss that beautiful neck.

And my fingers feel the bumps and ridges that I've only felt on myself before when I masturbate. She moans and groans "Jeeezzuuuss" as she writhes on my lap.

I feel her convulse as her orgasm hits her and she floods my fingers with her sweet juices. I feel her body go limp, and she lets out a huge sigh.

Incredibly, she then hastily stands up.

I’m taken aback. Have I done something wrong?

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to..."

She pulls on her skirt and unlocks the door. Taking me by the hand, she leads me out of the bathroom, back towards the ballroom.

I have no idea what to do, I think. My mind is whirling.

Fuck!

I’m bad!

Why did I do that?

She is my best friend!

I've totally fucked that up!

SHIT!! Shit shit

On the way back, I dig my heels in, and we come to a stop in the corridor.

She turns round and looks at me.

What’s that in her eyes? I’m not sure!

I guide her to a hidden doorway and push her back against the wall. Nobody can see us, even though we are in plain sight.

I say, "I’m sorry. I got this so wrong."

She is looking me in the eye but says nothing.

"Please don’t tell Ivan or Eric, they don’t know how I feel."

And she still just looks at me. Then, slowly...

That grin!!

She leans forward and kisses me. So passionate, so full of promise.

She lets go of my hand and pulls down her top to reveal the most amazing tits I have seen, so perky and nipples so hard and eager to be touched.

I tentatively touch a nipple with my thumb.

I can feel her staring at me, but I’m staring at them. I want to touch them, I want to feel them. I need to kiss and taste them. The hunger is growing too much. I bend down and give the left nipple a slow lick and kiss. I draw her nipple into my mouth and suck, gently, while my tongue draws circles around it. I reach up and take her other nipple between thumb and forefinger and gently roll around.

She reaches down to the hem of my skirt and lifts it up.

I am wearing tights, but no knickers, and it's easy for her to feel my sopping wet pussy through the gusset. She pulls at them and sticks her finger through to make a hole. Slipping her finger through it, she runs her finger along my pussy and finds my clit. I spread my legs, inviting her to take what she wants.

Her finger goes back down to the base of my pussy and runs it up again to my clit, where she runs it around before flicking my swollen bud, which sends me crazy,

Keeping the momentum going, she goes up and down my dripping slit until I can almost take no more.

She dips her fingers into my hole and curls them around to find that beautiful area just behind my clit.

She moves her fingers in a "come here" motion, which gets my juices flowing. I can feel the tops of my thighs getting wet now, and my head is spinning.

She manages to get another finger through the hole in my tights and inserts it to join the other.

Slowly, she moves her fingers in and out, fucking me in a way I have never been finger fucked before.

My head is really spinning now, and I know that my orgasm isn't far away.

I moan and whisper in her ear, "Fuck me, Kay. Fuck me harder."

Immediately, she picks up the pace and her fingers fuck me hard. Better than any cock that I've ever had.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck," I say as my pussy floods and my head almost explodes as my orgasm peaks and then starts to ebb away. She kisses me full on the mouth as her hand slows down and she removes her fingers from my twitching pussy.

She breaks the kiss now and looks me in the eyes as she raises her hand to her mouth and licks my cum from her soaking wet fingers. Then she covers her breasts back up, grabs my hand, and says, "Let’s go get the boys!!"