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She Was Looking At MeShe Was Looking At MeThe bar I had been told about, my friend said it was where butch women go to find lipstick.“They are not all nice,” she had warned but didn’t elaborate.I’d ordered a gin and tonic from the dyke behind the counter. She eyed me up and down, served my drink without comment and took my money. The bar was busy. A lot of women, some, like me in dresses, some in jeans, some in good suits, man style. The whole gamut.She was tall. I like them tall. Her hair was cut short but not manly. Elfin was a word that sprang to mind. I could only see her to the waist because she was leaning against the bar and I was watching her in the mirror behind the drinks. I saw a hint of the shape of her breasts when she moved and her pale blue linen jacket opened slightly. Standing next to her was a woman in a leather jacket who looked very butch, very manly.The toilet was in the opposite direction from where she stood. I picked up my bag and went to it. I didn’t need a pee, I just needed to think, but when I got there I went into a cubicle and sat, knickers around my ankles and pissed anyway. I think better on the seat.Resolved, I went back to the bar to find that she had moved and was now sitting on the stool next to mine. I sat without looking at her and picked up my drink.“My friend liked the look of you.”I turned slowly towards her. This was my “take my time” move.“I’m Katherine,” I said.“Fine. She said she thought you were looking for something.”“Isn’t that the nature of life?”I looked down as I hung my bag from the hook in front of me and saw she was wearing leather trousers, tight and shiny and dark blue. I couldn’t see her shoes until she half turned, swivelling the stool, and I saw ankle boots, black and glossy with tiny buckles at the outside. As I looked up I noticed her jacket was pushed back and I could see the faint shadow of a nipple under the white fabric of her button down.Her hand reached out and she touched my skirt where it went over my knee.“Most of the femmes who come in here are looking for something. Mostly, they make more of an effort to show what it is.”“Not everyone knows what she’s looking for.”“Let me know when you work it out.” She left then. She just stood up, said nothing and went. I followed her back as she walked through the bar, all the way to the door. Not once did she look back.That was the Friday night. On Saturday I went back, earlier than the night before. The same dyke served me a gin and tonic without asking what I wanted. I sat at the same stool. The bar was quieter. The dyke handed me a note. I looked at her questioningly but she just shrugged and moved away. Service with a shrug, I thought.“Katherine. Untie your hair when you see me.”My hair was long then, tied back loosely and chestnut. It reached almost to my arse. I was wearing a dress, red with a black patent belt, buttons from neck to waist and red shoes. My stockings were tan. I didn’t see her come in. I was suddenly aware of her at the far end of the bar, a different jacket, short cut and yellow. I didn’t even know if the note was from her. I untied my hair and shook it loose.I was startled when a small group of musicians clattered onto a stage behind me and I turned to watch them as they set up and thus missed her moving to the stool beside me, not noticing until I turned back.“Red suits you better.”“Yellow looks good on you.”“Let’s go to a table.”I followed her across towards the toilet but she changed direction to a part of the bar I had not noticed before and I sat at a table, facing her. Her trousers were dark green leather this time but with the same boots. She opened her yellow jacket and I saw her breasts clearly through what looked like a body stocking. They were larger than I had thought and her nipples were dark.“Your hair looks better loose too.”“Thank you.”The music started and she leaned forward to speak. I could smell her, a mix of lemon and peppermint.“My friend really liked the look of you.”“But it’s you I am sitting with.”“She’s shy.”“She’s not here.”Are we, I asked myself, going to exchange sentences all evening.“She’s at home. We share,” a pause, “everything.”“I don’t even know your name.”She stood up, looked at me then walked to the bar. She came back with two glasses and placed a gin and tonic in front of me.“Does it matter? If you knew my name would you know you’d be safe?”“Would I be safe?”I leant back and drank my gin, slowly, looking at her.She reached out and took the empty glass from my hand. She placed it on the table then looked şişli escort straight into my eyes.“Only one way to find out.”She stood again and looked at me as if to say, “well, are you coming or not.” I stood and she turned and I followed her, watching her sharp heels as they clicked on the stone floor. I watched as her arse swayed, tight in the green leather.She hailed a cab and it stopped. They never do that for me. She gave an address, not far away. She took my hand and held it.The block was modern and expensive. We rode a lift to the 18th floor. I followed her down a carpeted corridor and she opened the door and stood back to let me through. I wanted to follow, not lead, but I went in. The hall was lit softly. I could hear soft music and could smell good food.When I turned she was taking off her jacket.“She came.” She said this loudly, sort of talking past me.I turned and saw a woman, not the butch she’d been with on Friday, or at least not the one I thought she’d been with. This woman was as tall as her but wearing a dress with a low cut V neck and tiny thin straps. It was tight to the waist and long, to the floor, darkest red. Her short blonde hair framed her well made up face. Blue eyes sparkled in the soft light.“Come in, Katherine. Don’t mind Georgie, she is a woman of few words but she means well. Gin and tonic, I think? I’m Lorna.”I turned to follow Lorna, hearing Georgie following me. In a sitting room with deep leather chairs, soft light and the soothing music, Lorna handed me a glass. She came closer and pushed my hair back behind my ears, a surprisingly intimate gesture. I felt hands on my hips from behind me.Lorna said, “She told you we share everything?” I nodded. “You happy with this?” I smiled and nodded again.She took the glass from my hand, placed it on a nearby table then started undoing my dress buttons. My small breasts were exposed. She traced them with her fingertips, her nails lightly scratching. The hands on my hips slid down over my thighs and I felt the dress being lifted. Lorna undid my belt and cast it aside. Together they lifted the dress over my head and Lorna threw that aside too.I heard Georgie say, “I brought her for you.”“You did very well, darling. Now go to bed.” She looked into my eyes. “We share when I decide to. Come and sit with me.”She dressed, I’m naked but for my stockings and knickers, sat. We were both in deep leather armchairs facing each other.“Do you prefer me like this or like the butch she was with yesterday?”“That was you?”“I do not like to be one person. Tonight I am feminine and I may be tomorrow, or in an hour I may be a dyke again.” She sipped from a long-stemmed glass. “Sometimes, I am both.” To my astonishment she placed her hand to her crotch and squeezed the dress to reveal the unmistakable shape of a dildo. “I am always a woman though.”“Why did you send her to bed?”“Because I am going to fuck you first, then we both will.”In view of my state of undress it seemed ridiculous to ask her how she knew I would allow that. So, instead of asking, I took a drink from my glass and looked into her eyes. I watched as slowly she pulled the hem of her dress up over long, shapely legs and exposed the strapless dildo which she stroked lewdly. Her eyes seemed to penetrate me. She stood, her dress hanging from the dildo and looked at me, her eyes sending a clear message. I knew, absolutely knew, what to do. I slipped my knickers down and lifted my knees onto the arm of the chair. She smiled as I stroked my pussy, spreading my lips, circling my clit which was probably peeping from under her hood.My breath was short. The soft light, the image before me, the way I had been brought here, all those things conspired to make me feel wanton, which was precisely why I had gone to the bar in the first place. She came closer.“Say please.”I could barely speak, but managed hoarsely to say, “Please.”“Please what?”“Please fuck me.”She did not smile. She simply moved closer and touched the tip of her dildo to me. She pushed her hips slowly forward and I felt the pressure, then the intrusion, and then the deep invasion. She rested her hands on my shoulders and began to rock her hips, slowly at first then with increasing vigour. I couldn’t take my eyes from hers. This was what I had wanted and needed and here it was. I hadn’t known precisely what I wanted. I remembered saying, “Not everyone knows what she wants,” to Georgie.As if she had read my mind, she said, “Now you know what it was that you wanted.”She came mecidiyeköy escort then, suddenly and with no apparent build-up she just erupted and groaned a sort of guttural groan. It was the sexiest noise I had ever heard. It spewed from her. She didn’t slow for several seconds but gradually, as she came down, she slowed and then withdrew, leaving me wanting more.I whispered, “Oh, God, please more.”She smiled then. “Let’s find Georgie.” We found her sitting in bed. Her eyes were open and a white sheet covered her to just below her breasts, which were naked. They didn’t hang but stood proudly from her, their nipples dark against the white of her skin.I felt Lorna’s hand on my shoulder, caressing briefly.“Get into bed with her.”I pulled back the sheet and slipped into bed and pulled the sheet back over me. I looked at Lorna, then at Georgie who had not moved.To Georgie, Lorna said, “You can start but wait for me.”I didn’t understand this enigmatic statement but Georgie clearly did. She half turned towards me and moved her face close to mine. I could smell that mix of lemon and peppermint again. Her hand rested on my shoulder. I felt something hard against my thigh and knew instinctively what it was.“Did she fuck you?”I didn’t answer her, I simply kissed her. She didn’t pull away, nor did she really respond. I thought she might be waiting for Lorna but then her hand slid from my shoulder to my breast and she cupped it gently. Her tongue slithered into me and as it did, so she became more active. She licked inside me and pressed more firmly as I opened wider to let her in.One arm slid behind me, under my hair, the other moved across my chest to cup and feel the other breast. Her mouth was hard against me now, pressing me down against the pillow. The dildo at my thigh pressed insistently.Abruptly she stopped and looked away from me. I followed her gaze.Sure, it was Lorna but not the Lorna in the red dress. This was the dyke who’d been with Georgie in the bar on the Friday. Black leather chaps covered her legs but allowed her purple, strapless dildo to show perfectly clearly, proudly standing. A tight, sheer black t-shirt covered her breasts but did not conceal them. She’d done something to her hair so it looked manlier.Lorna had left me wanting more and here it was. As we looked at her, Georgie’s hand moved from my breast to between my legs and a finger curled through the wet lips, parting them and stroking. Lorna watched. She couldn’t see that hand but I sensed she knew precisely where it was. She wrapped her hand around her cock and crooked a finger at Georgie who let me go, slowly pushed the sheet away from her body, rolled onto her knees facing Lorna and crawled to her.I could see Georgie’s arse now, neat and tight as she crawled across the large bed, her own dildo dangling from a harness between her thighs. I watched the back of her head as it pressed into Lorna’s crotch and I could hear her take that cock into her mouth. Lorna thrust gently into her mouth.“She loves this. Do you?” I shook my head. “Then we’ll leave it to her, wont we? Nobody here does anything they don’t want to. Look how much she likes it.”Lorna moved so that Georgie had to turn sideways on to me and I could see that it was deep, her lips almost touching Lorna’s pale hair. Fascinated, slightly shocked, I saw the purple slide out then back in and listened to the slight gagging noises. A hand moved over Lorna’s leather-clad leg. My eyes went back up to Lorna’s and found them staring at me. She patted Georgie’s head and withdrew from her. The bed dipped as Lorna sat next to me and she slipped her hand across my shoulders, under my hair just as Georgie had. Georgie crawled to her and took it in her mouth again, her head bobbing slowly as Lorna kissed my mouth, pulling me to her.“You want more?”If I had been able to speak I would have agreed but her mouth closed over mine again and her tongue eased into me.This was a scene I could never have envisaged.“Not everyone knows what she is looking for.” My words came back to me. Despite the circumstances my mind was clear. I had been looking for something when I went to that bar but it was undefined. It was, well, something. It was something that I had not experienced before, something that would take me, oh God, will I ever find the words, somewhere. The truth, I thought, was that it wasn’t something but anything that could do that.Lorna pushed me away from her.“Stop thinking about it.” Mind reader! “It is not always something şişli escort bayan we can identify. The trick is to do, not to search; to experience, to feel. Get on all fours.” As she said this, her voice changed from soft to hard, feminine to masculine.I rolled away from her onto my hands and knees and Georgie came at me from behind, bending over me, her cock at my entrance. She curled her body over my back, her nipples hard against my skin, her hands reaching under me and I felt her press to me, then enter me. I think I groaned but whether I did or not, I heard her hiss a little with pleasure. She entered me deep and stayed there. She was not moving but suddenly we both were, as if we were being propelled by another force. I felt hands take my hair, like reins. I looked over my shoulder as best I could and saw Lorna behind Georgie, thrusting into her while holding my hair. She was, effectively, fucking us both.“Look at my girls,” I heard her voice, husky. “Two little dykes for Lorna to fuck.” The thrusting increased in pace and strength. The fingers tightened on my nipples and the whimpering by my ear grew louder, more impassioned.Georgie seemed to start to withdraw from me, only to push back again and I realised they were both now moving, together, rhythmically, as one. They stopped moving and to my huge disappointment I felt Georgie ease her cock out of me. She rolled onto her back beside me and once again I felt Lorna’s hands on my shoulders.“Sit on Georgie’s cock, darling. Let it fill you.”I lifted my knee across the supine woman and felt her guide her dildo into me. Hands on my hips lifted me and lowered me then moved to push my head down onto Georgie’s mouth. I kissed her and felt her rise a little beneath me, then fall away again so that only the very tip was inside me. I wanted to press down, needing it deep, but as I pressed so she seemed to retreat until she was ready, then drove back into me, lifting her hips quickly.Lorna’s face was beside mine now. She whispered, “Let Georgie do the work, understood?”There was a certain authority in her voice that made me shiver. I felt her hand slap my arse lightly. Then harder.A finger touched my dark star. “Has anyone fucked you here?” The same authority in the voice.I nodded, “Yes, Lorna.”“Filthy little whore, aren’t you?”Georgie’s tongue blocked any reply. As it forced its way past my teeth I felt the tip of a dildo at my arsehole. Pressure followed, opening me, stretching me, entering me. My hair was held like reins again as both women first attempted to and then succeeded in finding a rhythm together. The dildo in my rear was not huge but the two together filled me so completely, working in concert, firing me. I began to groan with pleasure, great waves of it washing over me. Not an orgasm, not yet. This was pleasure building from deep within me. Lorna pulled my hair, Georgie gripped my waist as they drove in and out in unison. My head arched back as Lorna pulled my reins. I was almost screaming.“Wait, bitch. Cum before me and I’ll tan your arse.” Lorna’s voice hissed in my ear.Georgie’s eyes were open, smiling at me, her mouth open, her pupils dilated. She was keening now, ready to cum, I could tell.“Oh Jesus,” Lorna’s voice, her mouth hard against my ear. “Cum with me, now!”She drove hard into me and stopped moving, just as Georgie did the same thing. Thus impaled I felt the dam break and the climax that had been waiting flood over me, making me taut, fighting Lorna’s weight and Georgie’s restraining hands. I bucked as the orgasm spewed out of me in a torrent of screaming half words.We lay side by side. My two assailants panting, just as I was.Lorna turned her face to me, pulling mine to face her.“Go and wash my cock, Katherine.”I carefully eased the dildo from her and walked, slightly bandy legged to the en-suite bathroom. I washed it carefully. I also washed my face which was tear stained but from tears of pleasure not pain.They were fucking when I got back. Lorna had removed her chaps and lay naked on her side, Georgie pushing into her from behind. I placed the cock on the side table and watched.Theirs was a gentle, slow fuck. They stopped and looked up at me standing beside them.“Go,” said Lorna. “Leave your number and go. We’ll call you.” I turned, dismissed and went to the door where I turned, looking back to see them, Lorna now on her knees facing me, Georgie behind her, hips pumping.Georgie smiled. “We will call you. So much further to go.”I smiled and said that I hoped so.My dress was where it had been left, as were my knickers. My suspender clips had come undone, my stockings rolled down a little. I straightened them, pulled my knickers up and dressed. I listened at the foot of the stairs and heard the same guttural groan that Lorna had emitted when she had cum earlier.Had I found what I was looking for?

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