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Lipstick
Little did I know that at the age of 34, and what one could call the femme complete (as in shopping, manicure, pedicure, etc.) that I had no idea that what I had applied to my lips for so many years was also a lifestyle statement!
I learned this at the hands of Pamela.(not Pam!) We had met the first time in the elevator of our 27 floor office bldg. where we both worked, her 19 me 21, and somehow exchanged glances of amusement at some of our fellow passengers which led to coffee one morning before we headed off to our labors. I was dressed as usual in heels, skirt, blouse and jacket while she was attired in what I would learn were "comfortable shoes" beneath a conservative business suit. We laughed and joked over our coffee at 7am, but I felt a curious attraction to those very blue eyes framed by short coal black hair that so contrasted with my shoulder length blonde locks. I also noticed, that her bosom was concealed as opposed to my exposed cleavage that has served me so well in my male dominated office. She casually suggested that we meet for cocktails this Friday at a bar I was unfamiliar with. Having just dumped the last needy boyfriend I'd had a couple weeks ago, I jumped at the chance to just get out with no pressure.
When we met that Friday at a rather sleazy to me, bar uptown I was surprised to note that at least 90% of the clientele were women. I sat at the bar and ordered my Cosmo and Pamela was at my elbow. I gaped as I turned to see her attired in tight black jeans, black T-shirt and leather vest! There I was sitting there in a black sheath dress with short jacket and heels! I almost jumped up and ran when she sipped my drink and then leaned over and kissed me, open mouth and sucking my tongue! She smiled and saying she'd be right back sauntered away. I found myself looking and admiring her heart shaped ass in her painted on jeans. Looking around the bar I saw mostly women who were dressed very manly with only one girl far away wearing a skirt, drawing lots of attention. Jesus Christ! This was a lesbian bar! I almost fled at once until I felt Pamela's hand at my elbow saying, "let's dance, Lipstick!" I followed her to the dance floor and found myself in her arms dancing a slow sensuous dance with at least 20 other couples swaying to the music. The only words I could muster were, "..why did youi call me lipstick?" Her answer, "because you're a feminine bitch, let me show you." With that she again kissed me, while holding my ass in her hands, and again I found myself responding to her incredible soft lips and probing tongue. My mind was whirling.
After we returned to the bar, Pamela was talking to some other patrons, women mostly, and I gulped another 2 Cosmos. It was later that she gently stood next to me and caressed my thigh and asked if I liked rough sex. I answered that I couldn't do that to her. She laughed and said, "not to me silly, but from me!" Again, I was a stammering idiot.
Many dances later, and a couple more drinks, we were in her loft a block from the bar. And it was there she slowly stripped my jacket and pulled my dress over my head. I stood, almost in a trance as she explained that she loved "lipstick girls" in their feminine ways and dress and perfume smells. Wearing Shalimar, I asked if she liked which prompted her rip my thong off and lick me from navel to clit saying oooohhh yes!
After two hours of passionate kissing, licking, wine drinking and spilling, I found myself screaming from the ministrations her tongue was delivering to my fevered entire pussy from clit to asshole! Sated, I watched her finally disrobe,rather matter of factly, to reveal a beautiful, tanned, small breasted muscular body. In contrast to my blonde, white soft 135# 5'4" bosomy body thrashing around her mattress in her loft. She kissed me hard, and as I tasted my own cunt from her face, I knew I had to return the pleasure she had given me. But she had other plans. She tangled her hands in my long blonde hair, and pinching my nipples, she pushed me to my knees at the foot of the bed. Again confused I looked up at her only to be confronted with an incredibly real looking cock that she had attached to some kind of leather waist belt.
"Suck it bitch!" she ordered. And I did. In my drink laden brain I could almost imagine a hairy man standing over me! Soon, I was at her direction begging to be fucked by the cock just out of my mouth. And I was. Her beautiful lips and face in front of me to lick and kiss, I felt her pump me with her "cock" until I was squirting and screaming again. Then, and only then, did she take it off and gently push down between her legs. I couldn't wait to taste my first pussy and return some of the pleasure that I had just received. I licked, kissed, and sucked her shaven beautiful sex and I knew I was lost! I even came again lapping her pussy like crazed lesbian whore. WOW, which I now was!
We awoke in each others arms, and gentle kisses led to complete body licking and caresses. She sent me home with the direction to come back tomorrow as her "lipstick girl". A title I now cherish and will expand on. I think more.