Ann Douglas

Opportunity Knocks
by Ann Douglas

A glass of wine in hand, Jayne Morgan stood out on the small hotel balcony, admiring
the view of downtown Chicago. Despite the coolness of the evening, the thirty-four year old felt
quite comfortable in just the skirt and blouse she wore, warmed within by her drink and the
thought of a job well done. The latter of which, the short-haired redhead was certain, was going
to reap significant dividends come Tuesday morning when she returned to New York and the
offices of Sherman, Brown and Grant. Consideration for a partnership suddenly seemed a very
real possibility.

And yet, less than forty-eight hours before, the associate had imagined a much different
outcome to the case she had come to Chicago for. In fact, she had truly believed she was
looking at a disaster in the making, with an equally detrimental effect on her career.

Three days ago, Nathaniel Brown, the senior partner whom she had accompanied on a
major product liability case, had been stricken with appendicitis, warranting hospitalization and
immediate surgery. That in itself had been enough to cause her concern but not overwhelmingly
so. The real catastrophe, at least in her mind, occurred when the trial judge decided he saw no
reason why, as second chair, she couldn't complete the case on her own. Despite her urgent
request, he refused to grant a continuance and would only agree to a one day delay to allow her
to prepare her own final summation.

Jayne was a competent attorney, but this case needed much more than simple
competence. What it needed was someone of Nathaniel Brown's experience. That was the
reason why their client had flown them out to Chicago in the first place. Based on just the facts,
this case could easily go either way. It was Brown's brilliance in final summation that they were
counting on to turn the tide.

Yet somehow, despite her trepidation, Jayne had managed what had initially seemed
improbable if not impossible and won the case on her own. Now she felt like celebrating.

"If I was back in New York, I know how I'd want to celebrate tonight," Jayne thought as
she took another sip of wine, a warm rush filling her breasts as it went down.

Normally, with the case completed, Jayne would've taken care of any paperwork right
afterward, then caught an evening flight home. But Nathaniel preferred not to fly at night and
had told their client that any paperwork would be delivered the day after the trial concluded. So,
despite the change in counselor, that was what the client still expected.

Of course, even if she were already winging her way back home, Jayne reminded
herself, there was the small fact that she had broken up with her boyfriend, Brian Cassidy, early
last month. Even so, it wouldn't be all that hard to find an acceptable substitute, at least for a
few hours. One night stands really weren't her norm, but that didn't mean she didn't occasionally
indulge.

In fact, the euphoria of her surprise win, coupled with the wine in her system, was
making her consider heading down to the hotel bar to see what entertainments might be found
there. She'd had a few drinks there last night while attempting to marshal her courage, and
noted a few not unworthy prospects. It was unlikely that any would be able to do the things that
Brian used to do for her in bed; but then again, whatever their talents, it had to be better than
those satisfactions available through her own hand.

"I would have to have forgotten Bob on this trip," Jayne laughed softly as she drained
the last of her wine and opened the sliding glass door that led back into her room.

A new smile filled her face and a familiar tingle formed between her legs as she recalled
the pleasures her 'battery operated boyfriend' usually brought. Then the smile faded a bit with
the thought that in the last few weeks she hadn't even had time for that.

"Well, that ends tonight," Jayne said to herself, making up her mind as she stepped into
the spacious room.

Finding the already half empty bottle of wine that she'd left on the room's small table,
Jayne decided that it might not be a bad idea to have something to eat before she stepped out in
search of companionship. There would undoubtedly be a few more drinks before the night was
over and the last thing she needed was to have them on an empty stomach.

Quickly locating the menu for room service, Jayne sat herself down in the comfortable
love seat and looked to see what seemed appetizing. She had only gotten half way down her
choices when a knock at the door interrupted her. Not expecting anyone, she laid the menu
aside and got up to see who it might be.

Opening the door, she found a young, attractive brunette standing on the threshold. An
inch shorter than her own five foot six, the twenty-something girl had her hair tied back in a tight
bun and wore a dark business suit and skirt not dissimilar to the ones Jayne normally wore
herself. She had to admit, however, that the woman in front of her looked a lot better in it than
she ever did. The outfit appeared to be custom tailored, designed to accentuate the generous
curves of the body beneath it while still presenting a professional appearance. Thin black metal-
framed glasses completed her ensemble.

Only a few heartbeats had passed since Jayne had opened the door, but in that short
span the young woman's expression underwent a dramatic change. What had originally been a
warm, inviting smile transformed into a look of confusion.

"May I help you?" Jayne asked.

The girl, whose name Jayne would later learn was Jocelyn, didn't immediately respond.
Instead, she shifted just a bit to the right so that she could look past the older woman at the
number on the open door. It was only when she had satisfied herself that she was indeed in the
right place that she turned her attention back to Jayne.

"I'm supposed to be delivering some papers to a Mr. Brown," she said, glancing down
for a moment at the small leather case under her arm as if to emphasize her task. "This is his
room, isn't it?"

"Yes it is," Jayne replied, "I mean it was," she quickly corrected herself.

After Nathaniel had been hospitalized, it made no sense to keep two rooms, so Jayne
had closed out the reservation on her own and had moved into Nathaniel's. It was the better of
the two and since she was now, however reluctantly, first chair, it seemed only fair.

The girl in the doorway seemed even more confused by the answer to her inquiry, so
Jayne suggested she come in and she would explain further. She had no idea what papers
Nathaniel might have been expecting, but with him unavailable she had an obligation to see
what they pertained to.

Once she had closed the door behind them, it took Jayne only a bit over a minute to
explain what had happened to Nathaniel Brown. She also identified herself as Mr. Brown's
associate and assured Jocelyn that whatever papers she was supposed to deliver to Nathaniel
could instead be delivered to her.

The look that now filled Jocelyn's face was one that Jayne instantly recognized as
indecision. Having once been her age and just starting out, Jayne understood her situation.

"Why don't you give your office a call?" Jayne suggested. "I'm sure they'll tell you it's
okay to leave the papers with me."

Jocelyn seemed to think about it a few moments, then reached into her jacket and took
out a cell phone. She started to scroll down for what Jayne assumed was the number of her
immediate superior but then stopped and put the phone back in her inner pocket.

"I lied; I don't really have any papers to deliver," she unexpectedly said.

"I don't understand," Jayne said.

"I'm not here to deliver any papers," Jocelyn repeated. "I have … I had an appointment
with Mr. Brown."

"What kind of appointment?" Jayne asked, thinking that this was becoming stranger still,
her tone reflecting her confusion. "Was he going to represent you on some legal matter?
Perhaps I can help in his place."

"It was more personal than legal," Jocelyn said after a bit of hesitation, the smile
returning to her face.

That confused Jayne even more. From the way she'd referred to the senior partner, she
was certain Jocelyn had never actually met the fifty-two year old before, so what was going on?

Jayne took another long look at the young woman, her eyes focusing on what she'd
failed to notice earlier, a flaw in her impeccable attire. Jocelyn had the top three buttons of her
white blouse open, giving a clear view of the not unimpressive breasts beneath it. That might be
fine in a bar after work, but not while on the clock, so to speak. Unless of course it was a much
different clock that Jocelyn was on.

Realization hit Jayne like the proverbial ton of bricks, the reason Nathaniel Brown had
planned to stay in Chicago over the weekend now abundantly clear.

"I'm going to go out on a bit of a limb here," Jayne said, sure she really wasn't going out
that far, "and suggest that Mr. Brown was actually hiring your services and not the other way
around."

"That would be a fair assumption," Jocelyn replied with a knowing grin.

"Well," Jayne said after a brief pause, "I'm glad we got that cleared up."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Jayne hoped they didn't sound too judgmental.
She firmly believed that a woman's body was her own, to do with what she willed. If that
included renting it out for the evening, well that was her prerogative.

That a senior partner of the firm was availing himself of her services was also none of
her concern, but rather a matter between himself and his wife. Then again, having met Mrs.
Brown at various company functions, Jayne really couldn't blame him. The woman was the
original ice queen.

In her view, Nathaniel's plans for the evening weren't all that different from her own. Of
course society was okay with a woman giving away her charms, just not with her getting paid for
them, unless that payment came in the form of an expensive dinner or some other non-direct
compensation.

"I'm sorry I misled you," Jayne heard Jocelyn say, snapping her out of her musings.

"It's okay, I understand," Jayne said, adding after a pause "In fact, I almost feel as if I'm
the one that should be apologizing, seeing as you came all the way down here for nothing."

Jayne actually meant that. Nathaniel Brown might have been in the hospital, but once
his appendix had been removed, he really wasn't in any danger. Some time in the past two
days, he should've found a few minutes to cancel his appointment.

"Don't feel bad," Jocelyn replied with a grin. "The appointment was prepaid and non-
refundable unless canceled a day in advance."

That made Jayne laugh. It was a sound business practice, but she'd never quite
imagined it applying to this particular business.

"Well, I think I've taken up enough of your time, so let me get going," Jocelyn said,
acknowledging Jayne's laugh with a smile of her own. "I hope Mr. Brown feels better soon. I've
never met him, but when I asked one of the other girls about him she said he was a pretty nice
guy."

With that she turned to leave, but paused when Jayne asked a question most
unexpected.

"Have you had dinner?" she asked.

"Excuse me?" Jocelyn asked in turn as she turned back around.

"I was about to order a bite to eat when you knocked at the door," Jayne explained. "If
you haven't eaten yet, I could just as easily order for two."

Jocelyn was about to politely decline, saying that she really had to run, but then
remembered that she really didn't have any place she had to go. Her appointment with
Nathanial Brown had been for the entire evening. Furthermore, she had skipped lunch with the
intention of grabbing something before coming here, but then got wrapped up with something
else and missed that as well.

"You know, I think I could do with a light snack," she replied instead, her smile growing
broader.

"Excellent," Jayne said, with her own smile just as visible.

-=-=-=-

After going over the menu, they decided on the seafood sampler, along with a second
bottle of wine to go with the one Jayne had already half emptied. While they waited for it to be
delivered, Jocelyn made herself a bit more comfortable. Draping her jacket across an empty
chair, she took off her glasses, which had only been part of the costume, then reached back and
removed a few strategically pins from her tightly bundled hair, allowing it to fall free. Jayne
watched with interest as the younger woman quickly ran a hand through her locks, smoothing
them out as they settled just below her collar.

"That looks much nicer," Jayne commented as Jocelyn finished.

"Thanks," Jocelyn smiled, "I actually hate having it pulled back like that, but …well, you
have to give the client what they want."

Room service proved to be surprisingly prompt and in a short time the two women were
sharing the large platter. As good as the food was, Jayne found the conversation even more
enticing. Especially since, excluding any details that, as the saying went, could be used against
her in a court of law, Jocelyn proved more than willing to satisfy some of Jayne's curiosity about
what she did.

Jocelyn was, it turned out, a student at a local college that was also to remain nameless.
After she had spent two years trying to juggle classes with two part time jobs, a friend had
introduced her to the owner of the escort agency. Never inhibited about her sexuality, it seemed
an idea worth trying.

Even with being highly selective about her clients, seeing only three or four a month,
Jocelyn quickly discovered that she was making more than both of her previous jobs combined.
Plus she had more than enough time to devote to her classes. Remembering the crappy jobs she
had worked during her own undergraduate days, and how hard it was to juggle them and classes,
Jayne wondered if, had the opportunity presented itself, she would have had the nerve to take a
similar path.

Jayne also learned that her initial assumption had been more on the money than she
thought. The agency Jocelyn worked for specialized in erotic fantasy, which explained the
costume and the fiction about being there to deliver papers. She wondered, but didn't ask, what
other roles the pretty young woman had been called on to play.

"Well, I hope I've satisfied at least some of your curiosity," Jocelyn said as she put down
a now empty wine glass.

"Much more than I expected," Jayne laughed.

"Would you mind if I ask a few questions?" Jocelyn asked.

"That would seem only fair," Jayne replied, thinking that, even though Jocelyn had
already asked a few, it was she who had been monopolizing the conversation.

"I don't see a ring, so I was wondering if you have a boyfriend?" Jocelyn asked.

"I do…no, I don't," Jayne replied, contradicting herself. "I mean I did, but we broke up
last month."

"That's too bad," Jocelyn noted with sympathy.

"Yeah," Jayne replied, in a voice almost too low to be heard, thinking that it really was.

"Was he good in bed?" Jocelyn further asked.

"Actually, he was pretty fuckin' awesome," Jayne smiled, not bothered in the least by the
intimacy of the question.

"So what happened?"

"There were other issues," Jayne said after a pause, not really wanting to elaborate.

"Fair enough," Jocelyn said, catching the hint. "So I'm guessing it's been a while for
you," she added, making it more of a statement than a question.

"You could say that," Jayne said, the look on her face saying far more than her words.

"You know, I saw some nice-looking guys down in the lobby bar on my way up here,"
Jocelyn replied, a suggestive grin on her face. "Maybe you could give one of them a whirl?"

Jayne laughed.

"You're not going to believe this," she said once she stopped, "but when you knocked
on the door I was actually making plans to head down to the bar, to possibly do just that."

"Oh no, and I've kept you from it," Jocelyn said in mock horror. "I feel so bad," she
added with more sincerity.

"Don't; I'm really enjoying talking with you," the redhead interjected. "Besides, if there's
one thing I'm sure of, there will always be guys down in the bar looking to get laid."

That brought forth a laugh from Jocelyn.

"Now, I believe you were asking me some questions," Jayne went on, signaling that she
was in no hurry to end their chat.

"Okay," the younger brunette replied, pausing afterwards as she considered what to ask
next. A pause that seemed a lot longer to Jayne than it actually was.

"Ever been with another woman?" Jocelyn asked, an inquisitive smile on her face.

"Oh my goodness," Jayne replied, caught off guard by the question. "I'm not even sure
how to answer that."

"Yes or no would probably work," Jocelyn suggested.

"Well, I did have some curiosity about it back in college," Jayne replied after seeming to
think about it for a few moments. "but unless you want to count a few make out sessions, I'd say
my answer would have to be no."

"A friend of mine used to say, unless you're eating pussy, you ain't no dyke," Jocelyn
offered, "so, yeah, we'll take that as a no."

The standard that held sway in Jayne's college years still pretty much held true today.
As long as you never went past second base or graduation day, none of it counted.

"Have you?" Jayne inquired, unable to let the opening pass without asking.

"Many times," the younger woman said with noticeable enthusiasm. "In fact, I actually
prefer women over men - at least in my personal life."

"Oh," Jayne said, surprised not so much by the revelation as the clarification.

"Does that shock you?" Jocelyn inquired after seeing the subtle change of expression.

"No, it doesn't," Jayne answered.

"It does some people," Jocelyn explained, than added after a pause, "but I didn't think
you would be one of them."

Jocelyn's admission had, however, produced a new question in Jayne's mind. One she
wasn't exactly sure how to, or even if she should, ask. The unasked question didn't go
unnoticed.

"There's something you want to ask; I can see it in your eyes,"
Jayne heard Jocelyn say. "It's a little late to be bashful, so ask away."

And she did.

"What kind of woman attracts me?" Jocelyn said, repeating the question. "Now I'm the
one who's not sure she has an answer."

She continued to think about it for a few moments, then gave the best one that she
could.

"I've never really had a particular type per se," Jocelyn replied. "If you were to line up
my past lovers, I think you'd be hard pressed to find any particular commonalty. All I know is
that, within a few minutes of meeting a woman, I know if I want to sleep with her."

"What do you do, give them a grade?" Jayne laughed.

"Not so much a grade as simply a yes or no," Jocelyn answered, causing Jayne to stop
laughing once she realized that she was serious.

"But how do you know if she's even interested?" Jayne ventured further.

"If she's interested in me in particular, or just women in general?" Jocelyn asked in
reply.

"Both, I guess," Jayne said.

"Well, I'm sure you've heard of 'gaydar'," Jocelyn said, giving Jayne a chance to nod in
acknowledgement, "but I've never much believed in it. Well, at least not as some kind of sixth
sense that tells you if another woman is gay or not. What I do know is that, after a lot of hit and
misses, it is possible to recognize signs of interest. But even then you still can be wrong."

"What kind of signs?" Jayne asked, genuinely interested.

"Well, if you're both in a lesbian bar that's a pretty good indicator," Jocelyn laughed.
"But seriously, you just listen to what she says, how her eyes look at you, how she reacts to a
casual touch. There are others, but I'm sure you get the idea."

Jayne nodded her head, thinking as she did that it really didn't sound all that different
than the way a woman let a man know she was interested. Perhaps just a bit less obvious.

"You said that you know within a few minutes of meeting a woman if you want to sleep
with her," Jayne said, backtracking to a few minutes earlier.

"Sometimes even quicker than that," Jocelyn grinned.

"Every woman you meet?" Jayne asked .

"Well, I don't get to sleep with every woman I'm interested in," Jocelyn chuckled,
"although that might be nice. I just meant that I know which, if the interest in mutual, that I would
say yes to."

The look on Jayne's face said that there was still something that she wasn't asking.
Considering what she had asked, Jocelyn couldn't imagine what it might be. That was until she
suddenly realized just what it was, and that realization made her smile.

"You're not wondering what I thought of you, are you?" she said, sure that was exactly
what Jayne was wondering.

Jayne actually blushed, confirming Jocelyn's conclusion without words.

"Don't be embarrassed," Jocelyn said. "It's a valid question. After all, every woman
wants to feel desirable. In fact, even though I have little interest in sleeping with men, work
aside, I'm still aware of their interest in me."

Jayne still couldn't bring herself to ask the question, but Jocelyn was still willing to
answer it.

"Well, my first reaction when you opened the door, of course, was confusion," Jocelyn
said, adding, "after all, I wasn't expecting to find a woman in place of my client."

Jayne nodded her head in agreement, thinking that was as she saw it as well.

"But once that passed and I took a good look at you," Jocelyn added, pausing for a
breath mid-sentence, "my second thought was that it was a damn fuckin' shame that I was here
on business."

"Really?" Jayne asked, feeling a warm flush wash across her body.

"Total truth," Jocelyn smiled.

"And now that you're not here for business?" Jayne heard herself say, amazed at the
words coming out of her mouth.

Jocelyn didn't answer, at least now with words. Instead a smile formed on her face, one
different that those previously displayed. One that started as mischievous, but quickly advanced
to wicked.

-=-=-=-

Soft, oh so soft. That simple thought echoed through Jayne's mind. It described the
touch of Jocelyn's lips against her own, of her tongue as it slipped deep into her mouth, and
finally that of the younger woman's body as it pressed against hers, sharing a warmth too long
absent.

The delightful feel of Jocelyn's arms around her took Jayne back more than a decade, to
those occasions she had shared the charms of a few close girlfriends. Few and far between,
they had nevertheless left her with a small sense of regret that they'd never gone further than
they had. But the rules had been clear, and if there was someone else who wanted to go beyond
them and risk having herself labeled, Jayne hadn't found her. As she felt Jocelyn's hand slide up
beneath her skirt, Jayne warmed at the thought that tonight worrying about labels wouldn't be a
concern.

Long minutes passed as the two women continued to share kisses and explore each
other's bodies. Jayne had forgotten how nice another woman's body could feel, but
remembrance came quickly as her hands cupped Jocelyn's breasts, squeezing them gently and
reveling in their resiliency.

The younger brunette again kissed the redhead on the mouth, then moved to her neck,
unbuttoning the top buttons of her blouse to allow her to continue onto her shoulder. Then she
returned back to Jayne's mouth where lips and tongues met once more.

"It's been a long time," Jayne whispered as their lips parted. "I'm afraid I'm a bit out of
practice."

"It's really no different than kissing a guy," Jocelyn replied softly, "just more fun. It'll
come back to you soon enough. Meanwhile, just relax and let me take care of you."

With that she guided Jayne back to the padded chair she had lifted her from a short time
before. Stepping behind her, she brushed back Jayne's hair from her neck and kissed that soft
spot tenderly. At the same time, her other hand moved to the front of the redhead's blouse and
reached for the buttons yet undone. Once at the bottom, she gently leaned Jayne forward and
slipped her blouse down along her arms, eventually tossing it aside once it was clear.

Now wearing only the plain white bra she had put on before court this morning, Jayne felt
herself wishing she'd chosen something a bit more feminine. Jocelyn didn't seem to mind,
however, perhaps because it was obvious that the older woman wouldn't be wearing it for much
longer. With Jayne now firmly back against the pad of the chair, Jocelyn leaned over her and
placed outstretched hands on the flat of her now exposed stomach.

She pressed then softly against the firm flesh, bringing both upward until each cupped
the underside of Jocelyn's breasts. Nimble fingers quickly found the thick tips beneath the
simple cloth, rubbing against them until they grew hard. An action that brought forth a long, low
moan from Jayne.

Jayne tilted her head back, again meeting Jocelyn's lips with her own. Their tongues
interlocked as Jocelyn's right hand squeezed Jayne's breast tightly, causing the older woman to
moan even louder with pleasure. They kissed back and forth a few more times, then Jocelyn
lifted Jayne back up into her arms.

Her hands moved down Jayne's back, reaching the top of her skirt and the zipper there.
The skirt grew slack around Jayne as Jocelyn pulled it down, then eased it past her hips and
down her legs to the floor. Jayne stepped out of it and stood before the younger woman in just
her undergarments, the bottom of which were as plain as the top.

Taking her hand in hers, Jocelyn led Jayne to the nearby bed and sat her down on the
edge. She reached down and slid off Jayne's flat bottomed shoes and the low cut socks she had
worn inside them. A quick kiss on the lips followed, then Jocelyn lifted herself back up and took
two very large steps back away from the bed.

First came her shoes, reversing the progression she had followed with Jayne. Lifting
each leg backwards, Jocelyn slipped off both shoes and socks with ease. Next came her form-
fitting skirt as she reached behind her waist and ever so slowly slid down the zipper, quickly
following with an enticing shimmy that caused the now loose garment to drop to the floor, to be
pushed then pushed aside with a motion of one of her legs.

Totally enthralled, Jayne tried to catch a glimpse of Jocelyn's panties, certain that they
would be much more interesting that her own. But the bottom of the still buttoned blouse hid
them from view. Not to worry, she thought, she would get to see them soon enough.

As if to confirm Jayne's thought, Jocelyn reached for the highest button on her blouse
still closed and in a slow, deliberate motion popped it free. A second button followed, then a
third, until finally, at the midway point, Jayne caught sight of a flash of black lace. One that
became more visible as each successive button came loose, causing her heart to beat just a bit
faster. Finally, the last button came lose and Jocelyn pulled off her blouse and sent it flying
towards the side.

Wrapped tightly around a pair of well rounded breasts, the beauty of which Jayne had
admired from the start, Jocelyn's bra was totally strapless, held in place only by two strong metal
clips in the back. She made no move to undo those claps, however, allowing instead time for
Jayne to fully appreciate both the seductive lingerie and the even more seductive body beneath
it.

Jocelyn was hardly the first woman Jayne had ever seen in her underwear, or totally
naked for that matter. She'd shared too many locker and changing rooms not to have seen both
friends and family under both conditions. None had ever had the effect that this woman before
her had on her. Her eyes slowly moved down the length of the brunette's body, taking in the
beauty of both the near-perfect form and the exquisitely designed undergarments that enhanced
it. An image that not only again increased her heart rate, but also produced an undeniable
wetness between her legs.

"I don't know what men pay to be with her for a night," Jayne found herself thinking,
"but it's definitely worth every penny."

After giving Jayne another minute to take it all in, Jocelyn moved back to the edge of the
bed and, after planting a soft but quick kiss on Jayne's lips, pressed her down onto the mattress.
Less than a heartbeat later, she followed, laying her body on top of the redhead and delivering a
second kiss of much greater length and intensity. Thus began a second volley of kisses and
explorations, with Jocelyn again slowly moving down from Jayne's neck to the top of her chest,
even as her hand glided up to the underside from below.

An excited shiver raced across Jayne's body as the tips of Jocelyn's fingers slid beneath
the elastic of the simple bra to caress the naked skin beneath. Sparks flew as flesh brushed
against flesh, coupled with a loud expulsion of air from Jayne's lips. She hadn't felt this excited
at the touch of another hand since the night she'd let Wayne Dorsey put his hand under her bra
during a make out party back in seventh grade.

What she hadn't let Wayne do that night, as much as he surely would've liked to do, was
what Jocelyn now proceeded to do with well practiced ease. Using on the fingers of her still free
hand, the younger woman reached around the elder's back and, with a single motion, undid the
single clasp holding the simple undergarment in place.

It was but another breath's work to pull back her hand and, with an equally practiced
move, lift and then slide up the white bra, revealing the smooth, rounded globes beneath.
Jocelyn smiled in appreciation of their beauty, then lowered her head towards one of the bright
pink nipples now exposed. She kissed it softly at first, running her tongue around its width and
then against its height, until finally closing her lips around it and drawing it into her mouth.

"Oh yes…" Jayne moaned loudly as she felt the warm wetness wrap around her nipple.
"That feels so lovely."

Jocelyn continued her sweet attentions, alternating soft and hard kissing with gentle and
not so gentle bites, all bringing ever more enthusiastic responses from Jayne. Even as she took
the thick stub between her teeth once more, Jocelyn exposed the other mound with her right
hand and massaged it with her fingers, adding to Jayne's joys.

It didn't take long for Jocelyn to work her way to the other side, bringing the same
delights with equal intensity. It was so different than with a guy, Jayne found herself thinking,
even with Brian. Every man she'd been with had indeed been fascinated by her boobs, but none
ever gave them the lavish attention that Jocelyn now did. Furthermore, she also showed no sign
of being in a rush, a fact that Jayne greatly appreciated. She wanted to savor every moment of
this unexpected and unique experience.

Eventually, they found themselves in a sitting position on the center of the bed, with
Jocelyn's mounds now drawing Jayne's interest. She reached out for the dual clasps but found
herself having a problem with them. Jocelyn smiled and, replacing both her hands with her own,
deftly undid them for her.

The tension holding it in place suddenly gone, Jocelyn's bra literally flew off, dropping
free to land on an open spot on the bed. Jayne's eyes opened wide as she surveyed the most
perfect set of breasts she had ever seen.

"Sweet Mary, they are beautiful," Jayne professed as they came into full view.

Leaning forward, she kissed the closest nipple, brushing her lips against its hardness
before closing her mouth around it. It was a delightful sensation that she'd only felt once before,
on a night so far in the past as to make this feel like the very first time.

Like a babe at her mother's breast, Jayne took Jocelyn's nipple deep in her mouth,
drawing nourishment, even if it was only symbolically. With a gentle hand against the back of
her head, Jocelyn guided her efforts and offered quiet words of encouragement. In time, she
also guided Jayne to the other side of her chest, where the neophyte lover displayed equal
enthusiasm.

As she had with everything else so far, Jocelyn waited until Jayne was sated before
moving on to a next step. Again easing the redhead back down on the bed, Jocelyn kissed her
on the lips and then proceeded to work her way down across her body, leaving a trail of licks and
kisses in her wake. Reaching her breasts, Jocelyn closed her lips around each areola, drawing it
as deep within her mouth, caressing it with her tongue as she did. This time, however, she only
paused there for a minute or two. It was time to cross the Rubicon and initiate Jayne into a world
she had never known.

Jocelyn's journey continued until she came to a stop scant inches above the plain white
panties that separated her from a treasure most dear. She took note of the large damp stain
spread across the material, drawing a deep breath of the heady aroma drifting up from beneath
it. Running the outstretched tips of her fingers along the elastic waistband until her hands were
at opposite ends, Jocelyn took a tight grip on the sides and slowly pulled them downward. At the
same time, Jayne lifted her bottom off the bed just enough to aid in the task, and in less time
than it took to think about it, the sweet flower of her womanhood lay open and exposed.

A bright smile filled Jocelyn's face as she focused on the jewel before her. She
delighted at the fact that, unlike her own, which she needed to keep trimmed for professional
reasons, Jayne kept her prize in a much more natural condition, a state that always excited the
younger woman.

Almost absentmindedly, Jocelyn dropped the panties she had just removed off the side
of the bed. Having seen the look of anticipation on her face, Jayne had expected Jocelyn to go
right to business, as her last lover liked to say. So she was surprised when, instead, the brunette
brought a hand back up to her breasts and after gently stroking them once more, caressed her
way back downward. She enhanced the touch of her fingers with a second series of kisses and
licks, stretching what should've been a short trip into a drawn out delight.

When she finally returned to her previous position, Jocelyn carefully kissed Jayne's inner
thighs, spreading out her legs as she did to give even greater access to her goal. Then, after
another brief pause to admire the beauty before her, Jocelyn did indeed go to town - with results
both immediate and dramatic.

"Oh God, yes!" Jayne cried out, the touch of Jocelyn's tongue against her clit proving
explosive.

With an almost reverent attitude, Jocelyn moved back and forth, traveling a path well
traveled. Each touch, each caress, designed to produce the most intense and delightful
pleasures across Jayne's body. After only a handful of minutes, Jayne found herself abandoning
any sense of control and, with eyes tightly shut, surrendered to the cascade of erotic ripples
washing over her.

Ripples that soon became tides as both the frequency and strength of Jocelyn's caresses
doubled and then doubled again. Slim but strong fingers joined the press of her lips and tongue,
lifting Jayne to a level of delight greater than she'd ever experienced before, filling her with a
bliss beyond words.

Time no longer seemed to have any meaning as Jocelyn performed what Jayne could
only later describe as nothing short of sorcery, transforming her body into an instrument of pure
joy. Nothing seemed real except the thick, wet tongue that repeatedly brushed against the core
of her being, carrying her along on a journey to paradise.

A journey that reached an explosive end quicker and with more force than Jayne thought
possible. Her body rocked with delight, sweat covering her naked flesh as her hands gripped the
sheet beneath her and the full promise of womanhood became a reality.

Later, much later, when Jayne looked back at this moment in time, and she would look
back on it often, she would also recall a thought that reappeared in her mind from time to time.
It was the thought that she sometimes wished she'd been born a man, if only to be able to
compete in her professional life on an equal footing. Now, having savored the delight of what
being a woman could truly be, she would never have that thought again.

"I'm going to take it that you enjoyed yourself," Jayne heard a voice that only after a few
moments did she recognize as Jocelyn's.

"What?" Jayne asked, finally opening her eyes to find the younger woman sitting next to
her on the bed, the most joyful smile she could imagine on her face.

Jocelyn repeated her statement.

"It wasn't bad," Jayne replied, trying to say that with a straight face before failing
spectacularly as she burst into laughter.

"Think you'd like to give it a go?" Jocelyn asked once her laughter faded.

"More than anything," came Jayne's eager reply.

-=-=-=-

Jayne knew all too well that she could never match Jocelyn's skills, especially since her
own experience had been previously limited to men. But that didn't mean that she wasn't
determined to give it her all.

She stretched Jocelyn out on the bed, much in the way she herself had been lain at what
now seemed such a long time before. Lowering her head, she kissed her way across the
brunette's chest, repeating the same loving attention she had been given it earlier. As she did,
she stretched out her right arm and placed her hand down between Jocelyn's legs, bringing it to
rest atop the black lace panties she wore. Much like her own had been, they were quite damp to
the touch. Sliding outstretched fingers under the waistband, she worked their way to an even
wetter mound, one which she immediately realized was totally bare.

"Mmmmmm," Jocelyn purred as she felt Jayne's fingers brush up against her most
sensitive spots.

Jayne increased the scope of her explorations, even as she continued to savor the
sweetness of Jocelyn's breasts. Her middle finger slipped deep inside the younger woman,
touching her in the way that she knew she herself liked to be touched. Her assumption was soon
rewarded by soft moans of pleasure from Jocelyn's lips. A second and third finger quickly
followed, increasing the frequency and volume of Jocelyn's encouragements.

"Keep going, you're doing fine," Jocelyn said a short time later, adding words to her non-
verbal responses.

Jayne knew she really should take her time, as Jocelyn had done with her, but she knew
that she didn't have that kind of patience. She hoped the more experienced woman would
understand.

She lifted herself off Jocelyn and moved down to the lower half of her body. She
glanced back toward Jocelyn as if to apologize only to be met with a look that seemed to say, 'go
ahead, I understand.'

By the time she reached out to take off the younger woman's panties, Jocelyn was
already lifting her ass off the bed just enough to make the task easier. Barely a dozen
heartbeats passed before Jayne found herself closer than she'd ever been before to another
woman's sex.

She'd seen pictures, of course, but there was nothing like being up close and personal.
Almost experimentally, she reached out an extended finger and gently ran it up and down the
length of the opening, parting the fold to give a better look. Then she applied a little more
pressure and slid it deep inside Jocelyn.

"Oooooo," she heard Jocelyn say from the top of the bed.

The soft moan reminded Jayne that this was not the time to further her education and
she slid her finger in and out of Jocelyn a few more times, then added a second and a third. She
began slowly at first, but increased her tempo, with the motion of her hand soon becoming a blur.

Jayne could feel the response of Jocelyn's body and knew that she was indeed bringing
her pleasure. It just wasn't the pleasure she wanted to bring - not the pleasure that Jocelyn had
brought to her. Still, she continued what she was doing for a bit longer, using the time to plan
her next move.

Withdrawing her hand, Jayne repositioned herself on the bed so that she could lift
Jocelyn's legs and create a space for her to climb down into. With a silent prayer to whoever the
patron saint of cunnilingus might be, and if there wasn't one there should be, she thought, Jayne
lowered her head and reached out with her tongue.

Her first taste of Jocelyn surprised her. It was familiar, yet at the same time different.
She'd tasted her own juices of course, out of curiosity when younger and on the cocks of men
who she'd gone down on after intercourse. She really wasn't sure how to describe it at the
moment, but was sure that she actually liked it. Certainly more than the first time she'd had a
man climax in her mouth.

As she had with her fingers, she started off slowly, trying again to reach for the places
that she knew brought her pleasure. It only stood to reason that some of them at least would be
the same. Evidently, some of them were, as she was soon able to judge her efforts from
Jocelyn's reaction to them. It wasn't long before she was able to form a judgment on what
worked and what didn't.

She was also able to see, after a very short while, why some men really enjoyed going
down on a woman. There was a certain excitement to it that she really didn't feel when she
performed a similar act on a man. An excitement that made her want to increase her efforts and
bring Jocelyn to the most enjoyable orgasm possible.

It took a lot longer that it had taken Jocelyn to bring her to the precipice, and Jayne had
little confidence that it would be anywhere as earth-shattering, but she felt a great deal of pride
as the woman she was pleasing suddenly began to convulse.

She wrapped her arms around Jocelyn's legs and held on tight, continuing her attentions
until she was sure it was all over. It had lasted a respectable time and hopefully had been of
equal enjoyment.

-=-=-=-

"So what did you think?" Jocelyn asked, once Jayne had lifted herself out from between
her legs and dropped down into the empty space next to the brunette.

"I think it was freakin' awesome," Jayne replied enthusiastically, "but I'm not sure how
good I was at it."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better," Jocelyn smiled, "I'd say you were definitely better
than I was the first time I tried it."

"Really?" Jayne said in surprise.

"Yup," Jocelyn emphasized with a even broader smile, "but then again, I was only
fifteen at the time."

"Fifteen?" Jayne said in near disbelief.

With a smile and a nod, Jocelyn confirmed the age.

"Wow," Jayne said.

"And in case you're curious," the younger woman added, knowing that the older
definitely was, "she was a friend of my older sister, and if there was any seducing involved, I
was the one that did it."

"So you've always had a thing for older women?" Jayne laughed, trying at the same
time trying to imagine what Jocelyn had looked like at fifteen.

"Pretty much so," Jocelyn grinned, leaving it to Jayne's imagination what exactly the
twenty-two year old considered an older woman.

Moments passed as the two looked at other, savoring the last afterglow of their loveplay.
Then, finally, Jocelyn broke the silence.

"It's getting late," she said, her tone reflecting a definite lack of enthusiasm. "Perhaps I'd
better get going."

"Oh, do you have to?" Jayne asked, her own tone reflecting disappointment.

"It might be better if I do," Jocelyn replied. "You did mention that you had an early
meeting tomorrow."

'Yeah, I do," Jayne confirmed, glancing at the bedside clock and noting that it was
already almost midnight.

"Do you mind if I use your shower?" Jocelyn asked as she climbed out of the bed.

"Of course not," Jayne said.

The feeling of disappointment she felt only increased as she watched Jocelyn walk
naked across the room, letting out a loud sigh as the younger woman disappeared into the
bathroom.

The air filled with the sound of running water as Jayne visualized Jocelyn stepping into
the shower, steaming water streaming down her breasts. It was an image that proved impossible
to ignore.

"Fuck the meeting!" Jayne said out loud as she jumped up from the bed and headed for
the bathroom.

When opportunity knocked, sometimes you just had to answer.

END








   
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