by Ann Douglas
"Thank you, but I'm meeting
someone,"
Martha Anderson said to the
gentleman who,
having slipped into the empty chair next
to her at the bar, had asked if he
could buy her a drink to replace the one
she'd just about finished.
It had been the second such offer
the curly haired
brunette had received since she'd
arrived at the Toronto Ritz-Carlton a
half
hour before, and
Martha was beginning to
think that agreeing to meet at the Ritz
Bar instead of in the lobby might not
have been the best idea. Especially
since
she had taken off her wedding band,
feeling it somehow inappropriate to
wear, given the reason she was here. But
it was too late to change either now,
so she just smiled and again politely
declined.
"I could just keep you company
until he gets here," the
fiftyish grey templed man, who said his
name was Robert, suggested, not as
willing to simply walk away as the
seat's
earlier occupant.
Under normal circumstances, being
approached by an
admittedly handsome man would've been a
bit of an ego boost for the slim forty
year old.
Certainly it wasn't the sort
of thing a wife and mother of three was
normally used to – at least not for
quite some time. But
today, the
circumstances were anything but ordinary
and having him here when that someone
arrived
would definitely send the wrong message.
"Thank you again, but no," Martha
said, indicating she really wasn't
interested by turning back toward the
bar and taking a sip of the drink she
had
been nursing since she sat down.
With a shrug and a smile, Robert
finally accepted defeat
and slid off the stool, walking down to
the far end of the bar and taking a
seat in a section devoid of customers.
Watching him out of the corner of
her eye, Martha wondered if he had
chosen that spot because it allowed him
to watch and see who she was meeting
without being too obvious about it.
That bothered Martha for a
moment, until she asked
herself why. After
all, even if Robert
saw who she was meeting, what did it
matter?
It wasn't like he, or anyone else
in the bar, knew why she was
here.
And even if one of them did, it
wasn't like they were ever going to see
her again.
What was that old saying, keep
your indiscretions
far from home? Well,
home was a good
hour's drive away, so it really didn't
matter who saw her.
Picking up her cell phone from
the bar, Martha noted the
time and checked to insure she hadn't
missed any texts. All
she found, however, was
the one she had read over an hour
before, confirming
two o'clock as their agreed-on meeting
time.
The clock on the phone showed it
was still ten minutes to.
As she put the phone down, Martha
was abruptly seized by
a worrisome realization – she had to go
to the bathroom. She
tried to dismiss the urge, but the more
she did, the more strident the need
became.
The ladies room was only a dozen
feet down the corridor, but as far as
she was concerned, it might as well have
been a mile away.
As bad as being seen with a guy
trying to pick her up would
be, she reasoned, not being here at all
come two o'clock would definitely be
worse.
An empty seat would look like
she'd
gotten cold feet and left, or not even
shown up at all. No,
the bathroom would simply have to
wait.
Looking for any distraction, and
despite the fact that
she'd done so only a short time before,
Martha checked her appearance in the
long mirror that lined the wall behind
the bar.
What she saw confirmed her choice
of the light blue dress she had picked
to wear.
Sleeveless with a hem just
above her knees, it was low cut enough
to give a hint of cleavage. It
was the sort of thing you could wear
both
out to dinner or for a job interview.
Around her neck she wore a simple
gold chain and a small locket, a gift
from her grandmother on her eighteenth
birthday. Black flats completed the
outfit; she had chosen comfort over
style.
Then, despite the fact that her
reappraisal has taken
less than a minute, Martha again checked
the time.
"I hope you haven't been waiting
long,"
said a strong, slightly accented
voice from
behind Martha, startling the nervous
woman as she snapped her head upward. "I
wanted to be here early, but my
meeting ran longer than expected."
In that brief interval that
Martha's attention had
shifted from the mirror to her phone, a
tall, well dressed woman had appeared
behind her. More
than a decade her
senior, she was slightly taller than
Martha's five foot eight, with short,
stylish salt and pepper hair and
piercing rich blue eyes. A
good five or ten pounds more than the
younger woman's one forty, the new
arrival nevertheless had a firm build
and a
well developed body. She
was dressed in
a casual dark blue business suit and
skirt, and the highlight of her outfit
was
a ivory cameo brooch under the collar of
a simple white buttoned down
blouse.
"Dominique !" Martha said in
surprise once she
saw the woman's reflection in the
mirror, almost spinning off the chair as
she
whirled around.
"Were you expecting someone
else?"
Dominique Lefebvre-Boulanger
asked with a
broad smile as Martha came to a stop.
"No, I just…"
Martha replied, a clear
awkwardness in her voice. "It's
just that seeing you for real, I
mean not just on a computer screen, I
just… I mean, I'm so glad to finally
meet
you."
"Why don't you take a moment to
breathe and relax?" Dominique
suggested
in a reassuring tone as she set
herself down on the empty chair to
Martha's left. "And
I'm very glad to finally meet you
as well. You're much prettier in real
life."
Martha practically blushed,
thinking she should say
something similar, especially since it
was certainly true. Instead,
she found herself blurting out that
she needed to use the ladies room.
"Well then, I think you should
certainly attend to
that,"
Dominique said, with a
lightness in her voice. "I'll
still
be here when you get back. In
fact, why
don't I get the two of us a table while
you're gone?"
Dropping off her seat, Martha
said that would be great
and, in response to Dominique's further
inquiry, told her what she'd been
drinking.
As she turned to head down the
hall towards the restroom, she caught
sight of Robert watching the two of them
from the far end of the bar. She
wondered
what he thought when he saw that the
person she'd been waiting for was
another woman. Then
just as quickly, she
tossed that aside, not caring what he
thought.
After all, even if their meeting
was perfectly innocent, most men would
undoubtedly conclude that it had some
lascivious intent. If
only to explain her lack of interest in
them.
-=-=-=-
"My God, I still can't believe
that I'm actually
doing this," Martha
said, addressing
her reflection in the bathroom mirror as
she finished washing her hands.
The journey that had brought her
to the bar of one of the
city's most luxurious hotels had begun a
bit less than two years earlier, on a
night Martha remembered quite clearly. She
and
her husband, Hugh, were enjoying a rare
night out without the kids, having
dinner at an intimate restaurant, as
opposed to the more family friendly sort
that was their norm, before heading off
to see a movie – again of a more adult
variety.
That the film was the latest
installment of a popular spy series, a
favorite of her husband's, was a
concession Martha had been willing to
make since she had chosen the
restaurant.
The action adventure film had its
share of obligatory
fight scenes and special effects, as
well as the almost traditional love
scene
between the hero and the glamorous but
misguided female lead that he seduces
and convinces to come over to his side.
It was during that scene that
something changed in Martha, something
quite unexpected.
The woman on the screen was quite
attractive, there was
no denying that, and the way she slipped
out of her rich black gown, revealing
an equally black lace thong, a garter
belt and stockings before sliding bare
breasted into the hero's arms was
undeniably erotic. In
the past, viewing similar
scenes, Martha sometimes imagined
herself as the woman in the hero's arms
– a bit of harmless fantasy.
This time, however, much to her
surprise, it wasn't the
male lead that stirred Martha's
imagination.
Instead, she unexpectedly found
herself wondering what it would be like
to take the man's place – to hold the
half naked woman in her arms and feel
the
press of her lips against hers.
The imagery in her mind came as a
great shock to the then
thirty-eight year old as, prior to that
night, she'd never considered the idea
of being with another woman. She'd
grown
up in a fairly religious Catholic
family, and never, not even during what
some called
the 'experimental
years', even
fantasized about sex with a woman.
At first, she tried to brush it
aside as just a bit of
curiosity, the sort of thing you might
wonder about but would never actually
act on.
There had been other incidents
like that in the past, even if they
hadn't been as extreme. The
thing was, the thought kept coming back
to her in the succeeding months. Films
and
television shows with lesbian context
caught her attention, and she'd even
begun to read erotic literature in that
genre that she found online.
It was all very confusing. Her
love for her husband hadn't diminished,
nor did her enjoyment of their sex life.
But despite that, as more time
passed, she couldn't help but feel that
something was missing. A
feeling that
only seemed to grow stronger, along with
the desire to do something about
it.
Finally, after nearly a year
since that night, she
gathered her courage and shared what
she'd been feeling with her husband,
certain that he wasn't going to take it
well.
Much to her surprise, Hugh
took
the revelation much more calmly than
she'd expected. While
he couldn't say he was overjoyed with
her desire to expand her horizons, as he
so diplomatically put it, he was at
least pleased that she had come to him
and not simply struck out in search of
adventure on her own. If
he had to share
her, he'd said, then that was what he
would have to do.
Finding someone with whom to
expand those horizons, however,
proved more difficult than she imagined.
Only an hour's drive from their
suburban home stood
Toronto
,
which, like most
cities, had its share of lesbian bars
and clubs.
It was easy to find their
locations online,
but not so easy to find one where she
felt comfortable – especially since she
had only limited time to devote to the
search.
She still had, after all, a life
to live and a family to take care
of.
Then, when she did find what she
considered a suitable forum, finding an
equally appropriate partner still proved
elusive.
It wasn't that she hadn't met any
women on her infrequent
excursions; there had been several she
had become friendly with. They
shared conversations over drinks and
even a few whirls around the dance floor
– but few filled her with the desire
to surrender her Sapphic virginity. And
it
wasn't that she didn't have offers to do
so, but a quickie romp in a
bathroom stall really wasn't what she
was looking for.
And as for as those who expressed
some interest in a more
meaningful encounter off premises, those
rarely lasted longer than the time to
took to discover she was a bi-curious,
married woman exploring her
sexuality.
As one bar patron blatantly
put it, she wasn't anyone's science
experiment.
The few who weren't discouraged
hadn't worked out for other reasons.
Nor had she been any more
successful online with the
couple of dating sites she'd posted ads
on.
Most of the responses were pretty
much the same, at least until she'd
gotten the response from Dominique.
Fifty years old, and out since
she was sixteen, Dominique
Lefebvre-Boulanger had been the Event
Coordinator at the Ritz-Carlton for over
ten years.
She had recently come out of
a long term relationship and found
herself intrigued by Martha's online ad. At
least enough to suggest, after a few
email
and phone exchanges during which they'd
exchanged photographs, that they meet
for a drink at the hotel the following
Friday.
It just so happened that Martha
had already planned to
come into
Toronto
that day to take in a Blue Jay game at
Rogers Centre with Hugh and the boys,
only a short distance from the hotel.
The happenstance was too much to
dismiss and she'd quickly agreed. It
took little effort to get her sons to
let
her off the hook as far as the game was
concerned, since it meant that they
could invite one of their friends to go
along in her place.
All of which brought her to the
here and now.
'I better get back before
Dominique starts
wondering what happened to me,' Martha
thought, tossing the paper towel she
had used to dry her hands into the
wastebasket under the sink.
-=-=-=-
Stepping back out into the bar,
Martha felt a brief anxiety
as, looking up and down the rows of
small tables in the bar's open area, she
saw no sign of the older woman. Thinking
the
worst, she considered the idea that
Dominique had had a change of heart
about meeting her and used their brief
separation to excuse herself. She
was about to check with the bartender to
see if maybe she had left a message when
a waving hand over in a semi-lit area
not
open in the afternoons caught her
attention.
To her relief, there was
Dominique sitting in one of the rear
booths,
trying to get her attention. Stepping
around
the velvet rope that closed the area
off, Martha quickly moved to join
her.
"I thought this would be a bit
more private," Dominique
offered once Martha reached the far
table.
Glancing back at the next closet
patron, a good twenty or
so feet away, Martha had to agree. At
this
distance, they'd have to be nearly
shouting to be overheard.
"Why don't you have a seat?" Dominique
said, drawing Martha's attention
back to the large semi-circle shaped
enclosure.
The booth looked as if it could
easily hold two couples,
so Martha slid into the far right side,
leaving at least a seat and a half
between her and Dominique. It
was only
when she came to a stop that she noticed
the wine glass sitting on a coaster
just off the coordinator's left.
"You did say white wine,
correct?"
Dominique asked, nodding toward
the drink.
"Yes I did, thank you," Martha
replied, now shifting her position on
the bench to bring the glass within
reach and, by the same token, placed her
only inches from Dominique. Which
had
undoubtedly been her intention.
Once Martha was close enough to
be able to identify the fragrance
the older woman was wearing, Dominique
lifted her own amber filled glass and
took a long sip of the contents, giving
Martha another few moments to settle in
and become comfortable. A
condition that
the younger woman thought was going to
take a bit longer than that.
"Your family make it to the ball
park alright?" Dominique
asked as she put down her drink.
"Why yes, they were there early
enough to go down to
the field and watch batting practice,"
Martha replied, surprised at the
question – at least at first.
Later on, she would understand
the reason for it. By
inquiring about Martha's family before
anything else, Dominique acknowledged
the married woman's situation and the
limits it entailed. Anything
said or
discussed after that could be taken in
perspective of that reality.
They spent a few minutes
discussing innocuous topics,
expanding on what they'd shared during
their initial contacts. Martha
inquired about Dominique's accent,
which really hadn't come across on the
phone.
As she expected, the older woman
was indeed French-Canadian, having been
born and grown up just outside of
Montreal
. After
sharing a few more details of their
individual backgrounds, finishing half
their drinks in the process, Dominique
steered the conversation toward areas
where Martha greatly appreciated their
privacy.
"Feeling more comfortable now?" Dominique
asked.
"Yes, I actually am," Martha
replied, wondering if the feeling was
due to the effort Dominique was making
to make her so, or simply the effects of
almost two glasses of wine in a very
short time. In
the end, she decided it was a
combination
of both.
"Excellent,"
Dominique smiled. "So
tell
me why, after being satisfied with cock
for most of your life, you suddenly
have an overwhelming desire to lick
pussy?"
Martha had just taken a sip of
wine and had to swallow
hard as not to spit it out. She
had been
expecting the question, just not in such
a direct form.
"Did the question surprise you?" Dominique
further asked. "I
hope not, because if you've come this
far I would hope you've considered it
before."
"I have,"
Martha replied, recovering from
her initial shock.
"Good, because that's what we're
talking about, you
know,"
Dominique continued. "You
can kiss another girl, even touch
her in intimate places, but until you
have her pussy pressed against your
mouth, you're not a dyke – not even a
part time one."
Almost by reflex, Martha glanced
around her as if to
reassure herself that they were indeed
alone in their conversation. Once
she had, she began to recount the events
of the last two years, starting with
that night at the movies and leading on
to
her first forays into the world of
lesbianism.
She had touched on the story
briefly before, but this was the first
time
she'd recounted the entire tale.
"The bar you went to, was that
Eve's Garden?" Dominique
inquired, interrupting the
narrative.
"Yes it was,"
Martha answered. "Do
you
know it?"
"Actually, I know the owners," she
replied.
"I organized their wedding a few
years back in one of the smaller
ballrooms.
Still, I have been to the bar
a few times for special events. Not
the
worst of places, if you're into hit and
run sex.
Those days are long gone for me,
though – at
least I used to think so."
That confused Martha a bit, but
she didn't ask for any
elaboration.
"You find your way into the
bathroom stalls or the
alcoves?"
Dominique asked.
"No, not the bathrooms," Martha
said, the omission of the latter
confirming that she had indeed been
there.
Scattered around the bar were
small alcoves, less than
half the size of an old phone booth and
covered with what resembled a shower
curtain more than anything else. Within
the
tiny confines, women played an adult
version of a game Martha learned at make
out parties when she was a teenager. Back
then,
it was known as seven minutes in heaven,
but she had no idea what the
women at Eve's Garden called it. All
she
knew for certain was that it was in one
of those alcoves that she had shared
her first real kiss with another woman,
and laid hands on parts of bodies never
touched before – at least not
intentionally.
"Well, nothing wrong with a
little touchy-feely," Dominique
laughed softly, having taken note
of the omission. "After
all, a girl's
got to start somewhere."
"I guess so,"
Martha agreed noncommittally.
"But never made it back to the
bathrooms?" Dominique
asked again.
After taking a breath, Martha
explained that there had
been offers, but she really didn't see
that as her first experience. When
asked if anyone had tried to take her
home, she added that there had also been
offers of that, a few she thought
worth accepting, but all had been
withdrawn when her circumstances were
explained fully.
"Can't say I find that
surprising," Dominique
commented.
"Other than for a quick tumble, I
don't
know many women who want to get involved
with the drama of hooking up with a
married woman."
Martha had to wonder if, despite
her invitation to have a
drink, the woman next to her might feel
that as well.
"But, like I said over the phone,
your story
intrigued me," Dominique
said,
dispelling that concern, "and
I do have
to admire your taste in women." she
added,
referring to the actress who had
inspired her epiphany. "I
never really thought much of her when
she was younger, just another pretty
face with big boobs," she
noted,
"but once she matured, well,
given the opportunity, I certainly
wouldn't kick her out of bed."
Unsure what to say, Martha took
another sip of wine.
"So, assuming you find Miss
Right,"
Dominique asked, "what
do you expect to get out of it? Do
you see this as a one time experience,
or
do you now see women as part of your
future?"
"I don't know,"
Martha replied.
"Okay, at least you're honest
about it,"
Dominique replied, "Some
women might just have said what
they thought I wanted to hear."
Martha smiled.
Dominique began to inquire about
the women Martha had met
at Eve's Garden. What
type of woman had
drawn her interest, and what had she
eventually liked or disliked about them
once she'd gotten to know them a bit? Had
there
been any one woman who, the minute she
saw her, made her go weak in the
knees?
Martha took
a few
long moments recalling the women she had
met on her excursions into the city,
then tried to describe what each had
made her feel, only to stumble over
finding the right words.
"Well, would you say they made
you feel excited?" Dominique
asked.
"Yes,"
Martha replied.
"Horny?"
Dominique queried, defining the
direction that excitement had taken.
"Yes,"
Martha admitted.
"How horny?"
Dominique further inquired.
"Very,"
Martha said, reminding herself of
at least one instance in which it had
taken all of her restraint not to accept
one of those invitations into the
bathroom stalls.
That single word spoke volumes as
far as Dominique was
concerned, especially when she also took
in the expressions that had washed
across Martha's face as she had recalled
those experiences. She
took the time to finish off her drink,
then asked another question.
"And now that you've had the
chance to meet me face
to face, how do I make you feel?"
"I…I'm not sure," Martha
said, her face now flustered.
"Well then,"
Dominique replied, "if
your
mind can't find the words to express it,
perhaps we should see what your body
thinks."
Martha started to inquire what
she meant by that but, no
sooner had she opened her mouth than the
answer became obvious. Slipping
her hand under the hem of the
younger woman's dress, Dominique slowly
ran it up along her right thigh,
inching her way towards the private spot
between her legs. The
slow pace gave Martha plenty of time to
object, but none came.
Reaching Martha's panties,
Dominique pushed them aside
and slipped her fingers up against the
dark haired mound. A
smile filled her face at the rich
wetness she
found.
"Well then,"
Dominique said, quite pleased
with her discovery, "they
say the body never lies."
Martha's only reply was a small
smile of her own, reflecting
a mix of embarrassment and excitement at
the older woman's audacity. Again
she found herself glancing around them
to be sure no one else could see.
No one could, of course;
Dominique had placed them
well.
So well, in fact, that she felt
comfortable taking an even bolder step.
Rather than withdraw her fingers,
she instead began to brush them up and
down the length of her sex.
"Oh my goodness," Martha
gasped at the even more unexpected
touch, and the sudden thrill it sent
racing up her body.
A thrill that slowly began to
work itself into something
much more as Dominique pressed two
fingers past the folds of Martha's pussy
to
stroke, first the sensitive walls
within, and then her already excited
clit.
Slowly at first, then with
increased vigor, Dominique
glided her fingers in and out of
Martha's core, the expression on her
face as
she did so remaining as calm as if she
were simply discussing the weather. Martha's
visage, however, clearly reflected a
growing struggle not to reflect the
rising fire inside her.
"That feels good, doesn't it?" Dominique
asked softly, her voice barely more
than a whisper as she leaned in closer
to Martha.
"Yes," Martha
replied
in the same low tone, barely able to
voice the single word.
Dominique continued for a few
more very long minutes,
watching Martha's body began to quiver
as yet another wave of delight washed
over her, one clearly reflected on her
face.
"You seem a bit flushed," Dominique
pointed out. "Would
you like me to stop?"
"No…"
Martha replied, the word barely
understandable as it was buried in a
soft moan.
"Does it excite you to have this
being done to you
in public?" Dominique
asked, again
thrusting her fingers deep inside the
younger woman.
A nod of acknowledgement was all
Martha could now manage,
her body now quite aquiver. So
much so
that she didn't notice, at least not
initially, the hand motion Dominique
made
to someone just out of view. It
wasn't
until a figure appeared only a half foot
away from her that Martha recognized
the twenty-something, blonde
haired waitress that had been working at
the outer tables when she'd first
arrived earlier. Despite
the fact that
she couldn't help but observe what was
going on under the table, the young
woman displayed a dispassionate look as
she merely inquired if Dominique needed
anything.
"Yes, Caroline," Dominique
replied, running her fingers across
Martha's clit as she did, producing a
moan too fervent to be ignored. "I
have a three fifteen appointment with
the people from Carlson Motors, and
it
looks like I'm going to be otherwise
occupied.
Would you be so kind as to call
Juan and ask him to cover that for me? If
he has any questions, he'll find the
file
sitting on my desk."
"Consider it done," Caroline
said, finally taking an interest in
what was going on under the table as she
arched her head just enough to get a
quick look. Then,
with a small smile on
her face, she quickly scurried off.
"You're very tight," Dominique
said, turning her attention back to
Martha after having shifted it for the
brief moments it took to watch Caroline
walk off.
"I like that."
Martha moaned again, unable to
believe that she was being
finger fucked in such a public place by
a woman she'd never actually met until
less than an hour ago, or how much that
fact was turning her on.
"Do you want me to make you
come?"
Dominique asked, experience
telling her that
Martha was very close to doing so.
"Please…"
Martha replied, urgency in her
tone.
"And what will you do for me?" Dominique
asked further.
"Anything,"
Martha said.
"Will you eat my pussy," Dominique
asked, "suck on it until I
come too?"
"Yes, oh yes, just please make me
come,"
Martha said, her voice now
pleading.
"And you'll do it today, this
afternoon?" Dominique
clarified.
"Today?"
Martha repeated, the word burning
its way through the erotic fog
clouding her mind.
"Yes, today,"
Dominique said, insistence in her
tone as she withdrew her fingers just
far enough to grab her complete
attention.
"The
ball game your family went to is a
double header, I know; I checked. More
than
enough time for the two of us to play."
"But where would we go?" Martha
asked reflexively, the reasoning half
of her mind asserting itself.
Dominique laughed, pointing out
that the Ritz-Carlton had
nearly 300 rooms; finding a place was
hardly a problem. Then
she repeated her earlier question as to
what Martha was willing to do to climax.
"Yes …yes,"
she replied without hesitation,
the emotional side of her brain again
taking hold.
That was what Dominique was
waiting to hear. She
turned her attention back to the task at
hand, demonstrating a trick she'd
learned years before, one that produced
a
reaction in Martha's body akin to that
of a match dropped into a puddle of
gasoline.
"Oh my God!"
Martha screamed, sure that the
patrons still at the bar would hear her
cry of satisfaction and not really
caring.
The reality was, however, that
what Martha perceived as
an ear shattering howl was actually a
nearly voiceless cry, heard by no one
besides Dominique – who was the only one
that needed to do so.
-=-=-=-
"Oh my God!"
Martha said for the second time
in a half hour, although with less
enthusiasm. "This
is amazing."
"Well, it's definitely a few
steps up from the
bathroom stalls at Eve's Garden," Dominique
said,
closing the room's door behind her while
Martha stepped out into the
center of it.
The multi-room suite was
enormous, more like an apartment
than what Martha usually thought of as a
hotel room. The
room in which they stood might be
thought
of as a living room, with a full sized
sofa, two recliners on one side of the
room and a dinette large enough for four
on the other. It
also had a wall mounted forty-two inch
flat screen, which she would later see
was duplicated in the bedroom. The
far wall was dominated by a large floor
to ceiling window, through which she
could easily see both the CN Tower and
Rogers
Centre, where she had originally
expected to be spending the afternoon.
Later examination would show the
rest of the suite was
just as luxurious, with large marble
floors, bath, shower and vanity in the
bathroom. And yet another wall mounted
television, even if it was only half the
size of the others. There
were two
bedrooms, each with king-sized beds and
the same oversized windows as the main
room.
"I can't even imagine what this
place costs a night," Martha
wondered aloud, thinking that whatever
it was it had to be far beyond anything
she could afford.
"Well, there are some perks
working for the Ritz-Carlton," Dominique
said as she came up behind Martha.
Martha thought Dominique was
referring to some sort of
highly discounted rate that the hotel's
employees had access to. The
reality was that the room actually
wasn't
costing the Event Coordinator as much as
a ‘loonie.’ The
room had been reserved for a guest that
wasn't due to arrive until tomorrow and
would otherwise have just sat
empty.
When she was done with it, all
Dominique
had to do was have housekeeping come by
and make it once more presentable. Officially,
such things were against the
rules, but it was a practice many
staffers took advantage of.
Dominique laid a hand on Martha's
shoulder, causing her
to turn around to face her. Then
she
took the married woman into her arms
and, pulling her closer, kissed her
softly
on the lips.
The kiss was hardly the first
Martha had shared with
another woman since she'd begun her
voyage of discovery, but it was
certainly
the one that produced the greatest
reaction.
She quickly responded to the
softness of the older woman's lips, as
well
as the wetness of her tongue as she felt
it press into her mouth. Both
of which caused a pleasing warmth to
spread from between her thighs out
across her body.
"Very nice,"
Dominique smiled after they'd
shared a few more kisses, each more
intense than the last. "I
love a
woman who knows how to use her mouth."
The double-entendre caused a
smile to form on Martha's
face as well, one that grew even wider
as Dominique suggested they move on to
the bedroom.
Martha started to turn to her
left, to the open door of
the bedroom she had glanced in earlier.
She stopped when Dominique took
her hand and instead began to lead her
to the closed door of the bedroom on the
right.
Once inside, she saw that the
second bedroom was pretty much identical
to the one she had glimpsed before –
with one major exception. The
large bed had already been turned down,
leading her to think that the older
woman had certainly planned ahead.
Dominique released her hold on
Martha's hand and stepped over
to a cushioned chair in the corner of
the room.
Removing her jacket, she
carefully draped it over the arm,
bending over
slightly as she did, just enough to
allow Martha an appreciative view of her
body in profile. Then
she removed the
brooch from beneath her collar, setting
it down on the small table next to the
chair.
Finally, she undid just enough
buttons of her blouse to give a clear
view of the cleavage beneath before
turning back towards the younger woman.
Dominique again kissed Martha
softly, running her fingers
across her cheek once she was done. Her
touch
continued downward, across Martha’s
collarbone and across her
breasts.
The tips of her fingers glided
across her covered nipples, applying
just enough pressure to cause them to
harden.
"Feels nice, doesn't it?" Dominique
asked.
"Yes,"
Martha replied, having closed her
eyes for a moment just to enjoy the
sensation.
"Well, let's see if we can make
it feel better," Dominique
smiled.
"Turn around."
Martha did so and felt the zipper
of her dress coming
undone.
By the time it reached just
below her waist, the outfit was loose
enough to simply slide down her body,
and
once it lay at her feet she stepped out
of it and turned back to face
Dominique.
Stepping back to take a really
good look at the younger
woman, Dominique let her gaze slowly
move down her body. The
look on her face as she did so was one
of
appreciation. Martha
had chosen her
undergarments with care, from the sheer
black lace bra and panty set, made of
nearly translucent material, to the old
fashioned garter belt holding up her
stockings.
The ensemble was designed
more to entice than to conceal and it
did that job well.
Then it was Martha's turn to
watch with riveted interest
as Dominique unzipped her own skirt and
slid it off. Then,
with infinite care, she began to slowly
work her way down the row of buttons on
her starched white blouse, opening them
one by one. Each additional bit of
exposed flesh caused Martha's heart to
beat
just a little faster. Once
she reached
the last button, Dominique removed her
top with a playful flourish, sending it
spiraling down to the carpeted floor.
The bra the older woman wore was
made of sturdier design,
but then again, it was plainly evident
it had more to contain. The
bottom half of the set was diametrically
flimsy,
however, little more than a patch of
material that looked like it could be
dislodged by a strong breeze. Like
Martha,
she wore stockings, but of a more modern
design.
Reaching up to her thighs, they
were held up
by elastic bands.
Dominique closed the distance
between them, again taking Martha
in hand and leading her to the edge of
the bed.
As they paused there, Martha
realized that the drapes of the
oversized
windows were still wide open, prompting
her to ask if perhaps they should close
them.
"Worried that someone might see?"
Dominique
laughed.
"You do remember that we're
on the twelfth floor,
right?
Realizing she had spoken without
really thinking, Martha
felt a bit foolish.
"Then again, we are in the direct
line of sight of
the CN Tower," Dominique
added
after a thoughtful pause. "Who
knows
how many people might be looking at us
though binoculars – or perhaps even
high powered cameras?"
"Then we should close the
curtains?"
Martha queried.
"Actually,"
Dominique grinned wickedly, "I
was
thinking more in terms of, let's give
them something worth watching."
-=-=-=-
Dominique eased Martha down onto
the side of the bed,
then followed onto the empty space
beside her.
Their lips met again, softy at
first, but then with renewed
urgency.
Eager tongues slipped back and
forth as the older woman brought her
hands up behind the younger's neck and
ran
her fingers through her soft curls. They
continued
to kiss as that hand moved down across
Martha's chest, stroking the
valley between her breasts before
closing around her right cup, squeezing
the
rounded flesh beneath.
"Oh yes,"
Martha moaned breathlessly
between kisses, feeling again the thrill
of
Dominique's touch.
Still stroking the brunette's
flesh through the thin
material, Dominique eased her further
back onto the mattress, propping her up
against the pillows piled against the
headboard as she followed only a hair's
breadth behind. Her hand moved down
across Martha's stomach, the tips of her
fingers leaving an electric trail down
to the edge of her panties, where they
abruptly reversed direction and moved
back the way they'd come. Reaching
the lower edge of the dark bra, they
slipped under the lacy material and came
to rest on the excited flesh beneath.
Meanwhile, Dominique had moved
her mouth from Martha's,
bringing her lips to the exposed flesh
above the lace bra, kissing her way back
and forth across it. That,
and the spark
that flashed through Martha's body as
the older woman's fingers found the
younger's now stiff nipples, causing the
latter to moan even louder.
Dominique removed her hand from
under the material and,
gripping the upper edge of
the bra's
other half, pulled it downward, exposing
the dark brown nipple beneath. She
rolled the flat of her tongue across it,
then closed her lips hard against the
supple flesh, pulling it deep into her
mouth.
There was a hunger in Dominique
as she repeated the
action again and again, savoring the
delight of Martha's bounty as she was
rewarded by an almost kittenlike purring
from the woman beneath her. She
released her hold and extended her
tongue, running its tip across that of
the brunette's nipple. Then
she again swallowed it whole.
At the same time, she slid her
hand across the flat of
Martha's stomach, running across the
still covered mound up to the right side
of her neck. She
pulled the younger
woman to her, their mouths embracing
once more for another series of ever
deeper kisses. She
slid down the strap
of Martha's bra, exposing her other
breast, upon which she proceeded to
lavish
the same devotion.
Once she was done, Martha reached
out and undid the clasps
that held Dominique's bra in place,
causing the confining undergarment to
fall
loose.
She reached out with both hands,
placing them on the salt and pepper
haired senior's now bare breasts,
delighting in the soft warmth of each.
Simultaneously, Dominique gave
Martha's breasts once last
kiss each, then lifted her entire body
to bring her own to within easy reach of
the younger woman. Martha
again placed
her hands on the center of Dominique's
mounds, her thumb rubbing against her
much larger nipples and her fingers
pressing into the surrounding pliable
flesh.
Dominique leaned inward, bringing
her left breast to
within a few inches of Martha's face,
allowing her to study it in a way she'd
never had the opportunity to do before.
She kissed the dark pink center
softly, wrapping her lips around the
nipple and pulling it far into her
mouth.
A rush of excitement filled her
as Dominique pressed ever
closer, mashing the rest of her breast
against Martha's face. Like
a baby seeking nourishment, the brunette
drank deeply. Even
if that nourishment
was only symbolic, she was a babe in
this exciting new world and eager to
sample its varied delights.
Her tongue darted back and forth
across Dominique's
breast, alternating wet strokes with
quick love bites. Tiny
gifts of which the older woman showed
her appreciation with soft moans and
whispered encouragements. She
also stroked Martha's hair, running her
fingers through her locks.
They tightened their embrace as
Martha's face pressed
between Dominique's large breasts, the
warmth of each caressing her cheeks. Then
it was on to her other mound, eagerly
taking in into her mouth as well as her
hand continued to play with the other
breast.
"Oh yeah, baby," Dominique
moaned softly, "use
your tongue just like that. It's
feels so good."
They both reached down between
the other's legs, slipping
their hands within the waistband of
their panties to come in contact with
equally wet mounds. In
unison, they
began to move their hands back and
forth, massaging the sensitive flesh
beneath.
Their mouths met once again, as
each guided several
fingers inside the other's sex. Their
bodies
rocked slightly in time to their excited
heartbeats, ripples of delight
washing over them.
"Mmmmm,"
Martha cried out, the sound of
her joy contained by Dominique's
kiss.
Time around them became
meaningless as they continued to
please each other, the tiny flames
inside rising to raging fires.
It was Dominique who brought it
to an end. Lifting
herself off Martha, she brought a second
hand down between the brunette's legs,
taking hold of both sides of her
panties.
"Let's get these off you, shall
we?"
she said as she slid the now
soaked garment
down Martha's legs.
She held the flimsy panties in
her hand, lifting it to
her face just long enough to deeply
inhale the enticing aroma. Then
she dropped them to the floor alongside
the bed, leaning down to plant a kiss
between Martha's breasts before
beginning
her journey down to the pearl below.
Leaving a trail of kisses,
Dominique quickly reached her
prize, directing Martha to move even
higher on the pillows behind her. Once
she had, the older woman spread the
younger's legs to create a wide, clear
space between them, a space she quickly
occupied.
As Martha had done with
Dominique's breast a short time
before, Dominique took a few moments to
admire the black haired mound. She
smiled approvingly at the way Martha
managed to keep it tightly trimmed in a
way that didn't detract from its
natural display of womanhood.
Then, without further pause, she
closed the small
distance between her and the sweet
flower, running her tongue up along its
length.
An action that caused Martha to
cry out with delight. That
lick was
followed by a second and third in short
order, soon to be followed by
particular attention to the inner
recesses of the younger woman's pussy.
"Oh God!"
Martha cried out softly, the
measure of the physical pleasure matched
almost equally buy the realization that
it was at the hands, or more precisely,
the mouth of another woman.
Dominique wasted no time in
making Martha's pussy her
own, sliding her tongue deep into its
reaches and working it along the
sensitive walls. Her
lips closed around
the edges as well as the small pearl of
joy at its apex. She
was like a maestro practicing her art,
with Martha's womanhood her instrument
of choice.
Martha lay there transfixed by
the waves of satisfaction
spreading out from her sexual core. Her
eyes were tightly closed, so as not to
allow any other sight distract from the
experience.
Dominique continued her efforts,
reaching upward with
outstretched hands, placing her fingers
on Martha's nipples and rubbing them to
renewed hardness.
"This is wonderful," Martha
said softly as a series of resounding
waves
echoed through her body, each more
powerful than the last.
Dominique's fingers had now
joined her tongue, adding to
the pleasures building inside Martha,
reaching a crescendo that produced her
second orgasm of the afternoon. One
that
sent every inch of her body aquiver.
When it was finally over,
Dominique worked her way back
up the length of Martha's body, again
leaving a trail of kisses from one set
of
lips to the other. There
she took the
younger woman in her arms and held her
tight, giving her a chance to regain the
strength that had been so joyfully
drained from her. A
recovery quickened by a desire that now
grew even stronger.
-=-=-=-
A desire that, once no more than
fantasy, soon became
quite real as Martha found herself
positioned between Dominique's
outstretched
legs – the object of her desire less
than a foot away. She
took a deep breath as she admired the
beauty of the older woman's sex. Aside
from
photos and some quite explicit videos
she'd discovered online, it was the
first chance she'd ever had to really
look at another woman in such a
manner.
Certainly it had never been
something she could have suggested to
any of her girlfriends, no matter how
close their friendship. The sight and
sweet fragrance of the heretofore
forbidden flower caused Martha's heart
to race with excitement.
Dominique's
earlier words echoed in Martha's
thoughts, that this was indeed the
Rubicon,
the line between what she was, and what
she wanted to be. Once
crossed, there was no undoing it.
Yet
she felt no sense of hesitation,
certainly nothing like the first time
she'd
performed oral sex on a boy. For
a
fleeting moment, Martha recalled James
Greer, her high school boyfriend, to
whom
she would
surrender her virginity at
seventeen.
In her youth and inexperience,
she had
thought the track star was going to be
the one, only to have the relationship
end abruptly when she discovered that
she had not been the only girl he'd been
sharing his charms with.
Between
James and the man she eventually married
seven years later, there had been
other men, of course. And
experiences
not always considered conventional. The
one
quite literally facing her, however, had
not been among them and Martha had
recently found herself asking why that
had been.
But,
she reminded herself, the past was the
past and the here and now was what
mattered.
So dismissing all thought what
had or might have been, Martha leaned
forward and kissed the center of
Dominique's pussy.
It
was a soft kiss, barely a caress, but it
reverberated across both women's
bodies.
The surge of excitement hadn't
had time to fade before Martha again
reached out, this time with her tongue,
and slipping it deep within Dominique's
folds, sampled the sweet nectar found
there.
An ambrosia dreamed of on
countless nights.
Reaching
out with both hands, she used her
fingers to clear the way, giving her
lips and
tongue greater access. An access she
quickly made the most use of.
"Oh
yes,"
Dominique moaned loudly as a
broad smile filled her face.
In
no time at all, Martha was licking
Dominique with an enthusiasm that hardly
reflected her inexperience. Not
an inch
of Dominique's womanhood was left
unexplored, with those parts that
produced
the greatest reaction receiving repeated
attention.
"Mmmmm," Dominique
purred like a satisfied kitten,
content to lay back and let her neophyte
lover find her way.
And
it was a path Martha was quickly
learning, doubling her efforts in just a
few
minutes, savoring the dream become
reality.
Dominique's
hands closed around her breasts,
squeezing them tightly, playing with her
nipples as they again grew hard. Then
they
moved further downward, interlocking
behind Martha's head as she pulled
the younger woman's face even tighter
between her legs.
In
the past, when a man had done that to
her, Martha had reacted with
indignation,
but this time she felt the opposite. An
even
more heightened sense of excitement
filled her as Dominique's body rocked
against her face, the fervor rising with
each breath.
She
could feel the orgasm building within
Dominique and the knowledge that she had
brought it about only added to her
anticipation. She
reached up with both hands and pressed
them against Dominique's breasts,
holding them tight as her body continued
to
sway to and fro.
Long
before Martha expected it could happen,
Dominique's body exploded, the force of
her climax shared with an outpouring of
passion.
She drank deep of the unexpected
reward and
of the sense of accomplishment she felt.
She continued to feverishly lick
and kiss the now soaked pussy until she
felt Dominique's body grow slack against
her.
Still
energized by her own exhilaration,
Martha lifted herself back up across
Dominique's body and once more found her
mouth.
Her kiss was flavored with the
fruits of orgasm, which she eagerly
shared.
Equally eager to do so,
Dominique reached down with her own
hands and, placing them against Martha's
ass, pulled the two of them even closer
together.
They
continued to kiss as their bodies rubbed
back and forth, mouths tightly
intertwined, breasts against breasts and
pussy against pussy. The
last of which eventually brought each of
them one more small,
but enjoyable
climax.
-=-=-=-
"Was it all you hoped it would
be," Dominique
asked later as the two of them snuggled
against each other in the bed, "or
were you disappointed?"
"I think you can safely say that
what I'm feeling is
as far removed from disappointment as
you can be," Martha
replied, her face nestled against the
older woman's left breast.
"That's good,"
Dominique smiled, kissing the top
of Martha's head before further
asking.
"Do you think it's
something that you are going to do
again, or has your curiosity been
satisfied?"
That had been a question that
Martha had already been
asking
herself as they'd laid there, but
she was still no closer to a definitive
answer now than she'd been the previous
half dozen times.
"I'm not sure,"
she replied.
"A good answer," Dominique
said.
"A decision like that should be
made
after careful consideration, not in the
afterglow of an orgasm. Especially
given your circumstances."
"So I guess you have to get back
to work,"
Martha said as she finally raised
lifted her
head and lifted herself into a reclining
position next to Dominique.
"Not really,"
Dominique answered, moving to a
similar stance, "I didn't have
anything else on my calendar other than
the meeting my assistant is
already
covering."
"Oh,"
Martha said.
"Also, I was hoping that after
we've had a chance to
rest up a bit, and maybe had a bit to
eat, that you might be interested in
trying something a bit more
adventurous,"
Dominique said. "That
is, if
you weren't planning to catch the second
game of the double header."
Rather than explain that someone
else was already using
her ticket, Martha simply said that
going to the game hadn't been in her
plans.
Her mind was instead too focused
on the idea of what, after everything
Dominique had already done with her, she
might now consider adventurous. There
was
no way, she told herself, that she
wasn't going to stick around and find
out.
Especially if this afternoon did
turn out to be a once in a lifetime
experience, she didn't want to leave
behind
any lingering regrets.
"How could I resist an offer like
that?"
she said, a flutter of excitement
filling her
breast.
"Even if you have no idea what I
have in mind?" Dominique
asked, an enticing tone in her
voice.
"Especially if I have no idea," Martha
replied determinedly.
"A girl after my own heart," Dominique
smiled.
"Now, what shall we order from
room
service?
I don't know about you, but I'm
famished."
Martha left that choice up to
Dominique; after all, she
knew exactly what was good on the menu.
She did wonder how exactly it was
being paid for, but knew enough not to
actually ask. No
doubt it had already
been all arranged, just like the room.
-=-=-=-
Twenty minutes later, room
service arrived, and to Martha's
surprise, the cart was wheeled in by
Caroline, the blonde waitress she'd seen
down in the bar. The
girl seemed hardly
surprised to find the two women clad in
only the complimentary white robes that
had hung in the bathroom – their still
damp hair evidence that they had just
come out of the shower.
And what a shower it had been. Dominique
had suggested that Martha go first
while she ordered the repast now resting
under covered dishes. She
had just finished lathering herself up
with body wash when the glass door
opened and a naked Dominique had joined
her.
What had followed was another
fantasy fulfilled, one partially
dating back to her school days, when
she'd surreptitiously watched other
girls
in the showers after gym class,
comparing their bodies to hers. Back
then she had only been curious enough to
look, but more recently she had recalled
those days and wondered what it might've
been like to have done more.
Leaving the tray behind, Caroline
excused herself,
flashing Martha a smile as she did so.
The thought that the younger
woman knew all too well what had been
going
on now proved titillating rather then
embarrassing. Martha
further wondered if she had ever been
on the receiving end of Dominique's
talents.
"I hope you like everything," Dominique
said as she lifted the metal domes
off several trays, revealing a
collection of appetizers. "I
figured small snacks would be better
than getting a full meal."
They indeed did turn out better,
especially once the two
of them began feeding them to each other
in bed, sharing kisses and caresses
between bites. The
wine that Dominique
had also ordered added to their mutual
enjoyment.
Once the meal was finished,
Dominique rose from the bed
and, after gathering up the small dishes
that had been spread out between them,
rolled the cart over by the door. She
then
moved to the sliding closet a few feet
way and withdrew a small, bright green
gym bag from it. Returning
to the side
of the bed, she deposited the bag on the
night table and unzipped it slowly,
aware that Martha was eager to discover
what it contained.
"Oh my,"
Martha exclaimed in a hushed
breath as Dominique raised her hand and
displayed a pair of fur lined hand
manacles.
"Still game?"
Dominique asked.
"Yes,"
Martha replied, thinking that
while she had never been tied up during
sex, she had wondered what it might be
like.
It also said a great deal that in
the brief time she'd
shared with Dominique, she'd already
become comfortable enough with her to be
willing to be restrained.
"Just remember, you can change
your mind any time
you want,"
Dominique pointed out as
she placed one cuff on Martha's wrist
before sliding the long chain through an
opening in the headboard and then
attaching the other one as well. "In
fact, why don't we pick a safe word
that can't be misinterpreted as a
request to stop?"
It took a moment for Martha to
understand what Dominique
meant; then remembered a storie she'd
read online. It
was sometimes common during sex games
for "no"
not to really mean "no" – participants
sometimes desiring to cry out
for their partner to stop while actually
meaning the opposite. By
picking a safe word that couldn't
possibly
come up during whatever scenario was
being played out, it allowed them to
indulged the fantasy.
"Snowflake,"
Martha said, thinking the name of
a childhood pet was as far removed
from what was happening as could be.
"Okay, 'snowflake' it is," Dominique
smiled. "Just be sure to keep
it in mind."
As if to emphasize that,
Dominique reached back into the
bag and produced her second surprise –
one that made Martha again gasp, this
time even more forcefully.
"Omigod!' she
called
out.
The intensity of her outcry gave
Dominique pause and she
waited a long moment to see if the safe
word was going to be forthcoming. When
Martha merely smiled as if to say
continue, that was what she did.
Martha's eyes, meanwhile, were
totally fixed on the
device Dominique was now putting on.
Thin leather straps wrapped
around her waist and thighs, which when
pulled tight caused the ersatz
cock to slip into place against her
pussy.
Larger than any Martha had ever
personally seen, much less had inside
her, the replica was unbelievably
realistic, right down to the veins on
the
shaft and the balls on the bottom.
The idea of a strap-on hadn't
even been something she'd
considered in any of her fantasies about
women, her thoughts centering more on
oral
satisfaction. Still,
now that the idea
of being fucked by a woman presented
itself, she found it interesting, to say
the least.
She'd used vibrators and even
a dildo in the past, but this would be
different.
A woman would bring something to
it that a
man never could, what it felt like to be
penetrated – well, at least no
straight man. And
even then, personal knowledge
told her that the experience wasn't
exactly the same.
-=-=-=-
"Fuck me…fuck me…Oh God, fuck me
harder!"
Martha cried out at the top of
her lungs, not
caring who might hear her in the room on
the other side of the wall.
In response, Dominique again
plunged her nine inch cock
deep into the dark haired woman's pussy.
She had been doing so for over
fifteen minutes and had carried Martha
to
a plateau she had never imagined
possible.
Prior to that, she had also
taught Martha a new
definition of wetness as, after spending
an even greater measure of time
licking her pussy, she had entered her
with ease, instantly dispelling the
younger woman's concern that the
strap-on might indeed have been too big
for
her to handle. And
all the while, Martha
was prevented from participating in any
way save verbal encouragement by the
cuffs around her wrists. A
situation
that had proved more stimulating than
she had imagined.
Pausing just long enough to lift
Martha's legs up over
her shoulders, Dominique returned to the
task as hand, driving the woman
beneath her wild with pleasure. Sweat
covered
her body as oscillating waves of ecstasy
rippled across both their
forms – Martha's from the fucking she
was receiving and Dominique from the
constant friction of the small nub at
the base of her cock against her
clitoris.
Martha couldn't believe that she
had lasted this long
without surrendering to the forces
rocking her quivering form, not that she
had
much time to dwell on the matter. The
bulk
of what was left of coherent thought
centered instead on the fact that
Dominique had already been screwing her
longer than any man had ever done – her
husband included. The
advantage of
having a cock more than flesh and blood.
Feeling Martha's body finally
giving in to her efforts,
Dominique suddenly withdrew from within
her and, with a surprising strength,
flipped the brunette over. The
chain
between her cuffs was just long enough
to allow it to be done. Then,
with equal speed, the older woman
grabbed the younger's ass and, spreading
its cheeks, pressed her cock back into
her pussy, this time penetrating even
deeper.
The sudden action was enough to
shatter the last vestiges of Martha's
resistance and she climaxed with
overwhelming force.
Dominique came short moments
later, with considerably less
vigor but equal satisfaction. Then
she
collapse alongside Martha, her
perpetually hard cock sliding out as she
did.
Kissing Martha lightly, she
simply
smiled as she wrapped her arms around
her.
No words were needed, it was
enough to simply enjoyed the comfort of
each other’s body.
-=-=-=-
Martha stretched back in the
oversized tub, allowing the
warmth of the water around her to ease
the soreness of her body. It
was a pleasing soreness, however, a
remnant of a joyous afternoon.
It had been Dominique's
suggestion that, since
housekeeping wouldn't be in to clean up
until later in the evening, Martha make
use of the suite's amenities while she
waited for the double header to end. A
quick check on the local sports channel
showed the second game was still only in
its early innings, giving her plenty
of time.
Eyes closed, she allowed her mind
to drift, reflecting on
the last few hours and the memories she
would carry the rest of her life. She
didn't dwell on the question of if they
would ever be repeated for, as
Dominique had
earlier
pointed out, that was something to
decide after careful consideration and
not
on the spur of the moment.
She did feel a bit of regret that
Dominique had not been
able to stay and possibly join her in
the tub; it certainly was large enough
for two.
But as the saying went, all
good things had to end, and the older
woman had packed up her things and
kissed
her goodbye a half hour before.
There was no denying, however,
that she had left her with
a priceless gift, one that she would
forever cherish. By
tomorrow, Martha would be back in her
normal world, immersed in the dual roles
of wife and mother. But
even as she wrapped that comfortable
world around her, she would never forget
that a door to an even larger one had
been opened, and only time would tell if
she would ever step through it
again.
END
(c)
Ann Douglas 2016